#cococruzedit

    A Queen knows no limits. A Queen doesn’t need a man to make her feel whole. A Queen is a Queen no matter what throne she sits upon. That’s Y/n. Every where she turned or stride she had the attention of any one that stood in her way, she held her head high with a bounce and stride of a woman of power. And she was. She was a woman of power. A woman of intelligence and integrity. Up until she Met Coco Cruz, she was fine getting by without a man. She didn’t need one. She was good with a occasional hook-up or her rose vibrator and sex toys, she was good with that. Certainly getting involved with the Mayans was the last thing she wanted. But, her family was in their debt. So any time a Mayan needed help, she had to run and stand in ovation.

Obispo “Bishop” Lasa. The man who saved your father’s life all those years ago. Now, you and your family was in his debt. There was never a no to be said to Bishop, if there was- No one had ever lived long enough to tell.  “Baby girl.”

    You slightly rolled your eyes, “Hi, Bishop. How can I help you?” You had to admit, it was always weird how he was always around, but him showing up to your office was not okay. “One of my people got into some shit and I need you to handle it, we can get into the small talks later.” You shook your head at him, you were tired of doing illegal shit. “What did he do?” He shrugged, “Doesn’t matter, just need you going and finding me a judge to make sure that this all goes away.” You shook your head deeply, sitting back against your chair folding your arms on your stomach. “You really are something. When will I ever be free of you and your shady business?” He just chuckled, standing to his feet. “I expect you to be at the clubhouse this afternoon with the Judges information.”

You shook your head. “It won’t work like that, I can assure you.. I’ll be able to get whomever off but, It would have to be done.. My way. What did this person do?” 

    “The whole point is to not fully get you involved, Y/N.” Despite what you thought, Bishop really did care for you and he cared what happened to you. Maybe for his own selfish gang or maybe because he had a fling with your mother in the past. Who knows. What was true was... He did care about you, genuinely. “I’m already in deep with you, Bishop. Here you are in my place of business. You already know its hard being a black woman in this world. I am the only black woman in this law firm. I do not need to be seen with a damn Mayan, but here you are.. Here. In my office asking me to corrupt a judge. And myself.” He shook his head. “He murdered someone, can you get him off or are we going to have a problem?” Bishop questions. You scoff shaking  your head and shook your feet in anger. “OK, but this is the last time I will represent you. I’m a defense attorney, yes. But not for criminals, Bishop. This ends here, this debt, it ends here.”

He chuckled. “It doesn't work like that, babygirl.”

   “I don’t care how it works.” You lean forward, looking at the man whom you once feared in his eyes. The fear all went out the window, why? Because he was sitting here asking you to go against your integrity but it is what it is. You would do what needed to be done. But, you were done. He stood to his feet. “You will do what needs to be done. Like it or not, you represent us. I don’t pay you what I pay you for nothing. I’ll see you at the clubhouse.” Slamming down your laptop, you jumped from the sound. He made his exit of the room, Your heart beats fast. Your chest heaves up and down, shaking your head you stood to your feet. There was knocking at the door. “WHAT!” You shout, “Um, Excuse me?” Your best friend, and boss Angela questions as she sticks her head in the door.

You sighed. “Angela, my apologies. How can I help you?” 

   “Since when you associate with biker gangs?” She folds her arms looking at you with her arms folded, you shook your head. “He had some legal questions, is all and wants me to discuss some business, I haven’t decided if I’m going to take the case and as far as I know, they aren’t in any illegal crimes. I’m just going to see what its about.” She nods her head slowly, “Okay well, whatever you decide, I trust your decision. Not just because you are my partner in this firm but also because you’ve never given me a reason to doubt you nor taken a case that will jeopardize the reputation of this firm.” You caught what she was trying to tell you. “I’ll make sure that this doesn't come back on the firm.”

Angela gives you one last nod before making her exit. 

    “Okay.” You sighed deeply, gathering everything you needed, Placing your laptop into its holder, you made your way out your office. Big city girl like yourself, you went from a small town of Santo Padre. Where you were used to being surrounded by not so many black folk. You were raised by a single mother after your father died. You never met your father, unfortunately . But once you became grown, you moved out here not too far from Santo Padre, but as far as you could get. It takes four hours to get from this big city to there. “Angela, I will be out of reach for a few days but, I will return on Monday.” You spoke as you peep your head into her office.

Before she could say another word, you made your way to the elevator, getting on the elevator you hit the button for the garage floor.

    Your entire ride to your border town-home town Santo Padre, you sighed. You looked back at the packed bags that were on your back seat of your 2022 Shelby Cobra. You always had a thing for muscle cars and anything with a loud engine, growing up, it was one of the reasons you fell for your ex, whom was a rival turned Allie of the Mayans. You thought once you left Santo, you would never look back again. Bikers only brought back bad memories, you used to run with a biker gang back in the day. But, after your ex died, you just never looked back. Slamming your car door as you pulled up to the club house, dressed in some sweats and a sexy crop top that hugged your breast just right. “Are you lost, sweetheart?” One of the bikers questioned her as he undressed you with his eyes. You rolled your eyes. “You can let Bishop know that Y/n is here for him.” You glanced at his bike. It was newer then the last time you saw, You walked over to it running your hand over it. “Hey you can’t touch that.” You snapped your neck to the direction of the talking seeing a tall, slim male. He had tattoos all over his body, his hair was fairly long. “Huh?”

“Don’t worry, Coco.” Bishop says to him, the guy who was talking to me just nodded his head. “My bad.”

He dropped his head, going to walk away. You found him intriguing, He was quiet. He seemed to stick to himself. But you knew the quiet ones was always the ones you needed to stay clear of. “Actually, Coco.. Come here.” Bishop told him. The coco character made his way over, you looked him over. “Coco?” You chuckled lightly, he shook his head. “El Coco.” He answers, You continued looking him over. You couldn’t help but wonder about him. “Should I ask why they call you El coco?” He chuckled, you smiled. “Good, you two are getting aquatinted. Let’s discuss business. Come.” Bishop led you inside the club house, you sighed deeply sitting down.

  “So, you killed her? It wasn’t self defense?” You questioned Johnny.

He shrugged. “No.” You were aggravated, Bishop was asking you to let a cold blooded murderer off scot-free. You just couldn’t see yourself doing this. “So, you going to help me or what?” Johnny asks you. You weren’t too proud of what you were about to do, but you weren’t exactly a innocent either, you’ve done a lot in your past- when your name was different. “If I do this, I have to defend you here. I can’t afford this getting back to my firm.” You looked him in the eyes. “Why? I’m innocent.” He smirked. “That’s what you’re paying me to say but we both know.. you aren’t.” Coco took in your appearance, he found you to be beautiful but what he liked most about you was the way you carried yourself. the way you talked. and the way you walked. “What a girl like you got goin’ with men like Bishop and me?”

    “What’s men like you?” You brush your hand over your arm

He chuckled. “I’m sitting here telling you about a crime I just committed, one of many, and you still not understanding what I mean by it?” You chuckle, shaking your head. “Guess not.” You folded your arms. “Bishop was a friend of my fathers’. I’m just helping him out but this will be a one and a lifetime thing. You shouldn't have a problem with staying in the woods and it would be best that you keep from criminal activities until this case is closed.” He shook his head, “No, see. Can't do that, miss ma'am. Imma do me, you just make sure I don’t go down for this.”

     “Johnny, you have to tru-”

He shouts. “No.” You were taken back by his sudden outburst, shaking your head, he looked you in the eyes. “My bad.” He sighs running his fingers through his hair. “It’s okay but do not raise your voice at me again.” You told him. Shaking your head, you listened as he muttered something under his breath. 

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“It’s late.” You teased, sitting at the bar next to him. He sniffed, turning his attention to you than back at the bottle of beer he had. You didn’t know what it was about him that made you want to talk and figure out why he was so sad. His eyes was sad, he just seemed sad. “This woman, who was she to you?” You questioned.

   He turned his attention to you. He sucks his teeth, waving the bartender over for something stronger. “Trust me. Its best that you don’t know.” You ordered a glass of Jack Daniel. Thanking the bartender. “What you know about the hard shit?” He teases changing the subject. “I’m no prude.” You laugh softly, looking at him. He chuckled lightly. “Guess not,” He moves a seat over, “How come I never seen you around?” You shrugged. “Moved away when I was eighteen and just never looked back. And I never really was in this particular circle. The Mayans.” He nods his head slow. “Ah,” He raised his hand to the bartender asking for another bottle of Jack. He had his eyes set on you, but was too shy to flat out say it. Plus after hearing what he had just done to his mother, he would assume that you wouldn’t want to have nothing more than just a lawyer-client conversation. “Just know what I did was justified.” He tells you.

“Doesn’t matter, I’m paid to do a job. So, You’ll get off.” You down the glass. It’s been a minute since you got out and let loose. You spent so many times being in your studio apartment alone looking at court docs or in the court room defending people accused of crimes, you’d believe they didn’t commit.

    Nodding his head, he slightly brushed the side of his face. “You seem tense, you should get loose.” He tells you. You scoff and laugh. “Excuse me?” He downed another drink, he inches his body just close enough to you, he looked you in the eyes, You stopped twirling your finger around the top of your glass, looking in his eyes. “You’re tense. I saw that from the moment I laid eyes on you, when the last time you got some dick in you?” You scolded him, throwing your drink in his face storming out the bar. He chuckled running his hand down his face. He licked his lip. “Another one.” He got under your skin, enough. Coco was sweet, quiet but he was also misunderstood, a little strange but also forward... he ran his hand down his face. He waited another minute before making his way out the bar, seeing you pacing outside your car. You didn’t understand why you were still here but you were. 

“Car trouble?” He smirks, holding his hands behind his back slightly leaning forward. You slapped him, and that slap turned into a kiss. An insane kiss. He kissed you back wrapping his arm around your waist, he backs you up against your car, you didn't know was it his bad boy charm or the fact that you hadn’t had none in a while, but you were wet, he places you on the hood of your car as the kiss became more intense. He reaches down unbuttoning the button down blouse you had on now, you came to your senses, slapping his hand away and his face. “Stop. We can't do this.” You pushed him off, running over to the driver side of your car. “Wait!” You got in, your hands shaking as you tried to start up the car. Your heart beated a mile a minute, sped off that parking lot so fast... You weren’t easy and you were going to make him work for it.

Part two on the way. I hope this wasn't too bad. This is my first time writing for Coco Cruz be nice :)