#mayans fic

kinktober day ten — early morning sex

ཐི♡ཋྀ — warnings; Angel wakes up without you in bed, and he wants you a lot closer when you finally come back to him (Angel Reyes x fem!reader)

ཐི♡ཋྀ — warnings; established relationship, somewhat needy!angel?, smut, minors do not interact!!!, p in v, creampie, riding, allusions to another round, implication that reader gives it to angel whenever he wants, some tit worship/breast appreciation, but that’s it?

ཐི♡ཋྀ — word count; 1,291 words

ཐི♡ཋྀ — a/n; to say this whole fic was inspired by that one scene in s1e5, it like tweaked something in my head (hence the pics of the scene lol)

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Alexandra  "Lex"  Telford vanished without a trace.

When a Mayans MC rescue mission for Leticia Cruz uncovers another captive hidden in the basement, Bishop expects a witness. What he finds instead is the missing daughter of a SAMCRO brother—and a woman carrying more scars than anyone should have to bear.

As old alliances bring the Sons and Mayans together, Lex must learn how to live again in a world she no longer recognizes. Healing isn't a straight road, and neither is finding a place to belong.

A story about survival, found family, second chances, and the roads we never meant to travel.

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Author's Note / Fic Intro

PART 1 // PART 2 // PART 3 // PART 4

PART 5 // PART 6 // PART 7 // PART 8

PART 9 // PART 10 // PART 11 // PART 12

PART 13 // PART 14 // PART 15 // PART 16

PART 17 // PART 18 // PART 19 // PART 20

PART 21 // PART 22 // PART 23 // PART 24

PART 25 // PART 26 // PART 27 // PART 28

PART 29 // PART 30 // PART 31 // PART 32

PART 33 // PART 34 // PART 35 // PART 36

37 // 38 // 39 // 40

41 // 42 // 43 // 44

45 // 46 // 47 // 48

49 // 50 // 51 // 52

53 // 54 // 55 // 56

57 // 58 // 59 // 60

A/N: Hank deserves so much more love. I enjoyed writing these, and I have a fic written for him. Need some requests for him, because he is amazing and one of my favourites, and I need to write more for him.

Tw: cussing, discussions on moving a captor

Part 7

Novel Attraction - Part 8

The air inside Templo was thick with smoke, sweat, and tension. Dim light from the hanging bulbs above threw long shadows across the room, catching the glint of rings tapping impatiently on the table.

They were all there—Bishop at the head, Taza silent at his side, Hank with his arms crossed, and Angel sitting lower in his chair than usual, eyes tired and lips set in a straight, unreadable line. His kutte hung open, his hands wrapped around a beer he hadn't touched.

Bishop was first to speak.

“Galindo wants her moved across the border. Multiple sites. Real careful shit—she’ll be tampering with both paper trails and digital ones.”

He leaned back in his chair.

“This isn’t a one-time job. Could be weeks. Months. Maybe more.” A heavy pause. “She ain’t a guest. But she’s not disposable either.”

“She ain’t trained for that kinda travel,” Taza said, arms folded. “That girl looks like she’s never even jaywalked.”

There was a low chuckle from Creeper—dry and without humor.

“She’s not the problem,” Bishop cut in. “It’s the cartel. They want her mobile. They want her working dirty. That means we’re her handlers.”

Angel’s knuckles flexed around the bottle, jaw tight. “She’s not property, either.”

Hank raised a brow. “You sure there, hermano? You already let her try to bolt once.”

Angel didn’t flinch. But the sting landed anyway.

Maps were rolled out onto the chapel table. Satellite images of desert scrublands, old cartel supply routes, half-buried sensor towers near the wall.

A line was drawn through the middle—the border.

Taza dragged his finger along a twisting side road. “We take her through here. Two nights off-grid. One by the dried arroyo. One through the tunnel.

He looked across the table. “We’ll need someone she trusts. To keep her from running again.”

Silence.

Bishop lit a cigarette, blew smoke toward the ceiling. As table in the Templo groaned beneath the weight of maps, burner phones, printed dossiers, and oil-stained coffee cups.

Bishop’s hand moved slowly across the map, dragging a finger over the dry jagged terrain.

“We’ll be using the old tunnel. And if she spooks out there, that desert’ll eat her alive.”

There was a pause. Then Bishop added, voice even but deliberate:

“Maybe EZ should ride point on her.”

The room stilled.

Angel’s head lifted, sharply.  “What?”

Bishop didn’t flinch. He met Angel’s eyes like he expected the protest.

"Think about it. She’s scared. She looks at EZ like he’s the one tether to all her nerd shit.”

A few nods circled the room. Taza gave a slow shrug.

"He is the cleaner one between you two.”

Angel stood, suddenly. His chair scraped back across the floor. “She don’t trust him. Not really. She’s just not scared of him yet.”

The room went quiet again. A heavy quiet.

“That ain’t the same thing.” Gilly mumbled.

Angel started pacing. One hand dragging through his hair, the other clenched by his side.

“She talks to me. She’d bolt if it was EZ takin’ her across.”

Bishop tilted his head, unconvinced. “Would she?”

Angel stepped forward, leaning on the edge of the table with both palms flat. Voice low, dangerous.

"I’m the one she runs to, not from.”

The room paused at that. Eyes darted between Angel and Bishop, reading the tension under the surface.

Coco exhaled a slow breath, nodding once toward Angel. “He ain’t wrong, Bish.”

Taza tapped his pencil against the map.  “EZ’s point on her. Angel’s lead on this.”

Bishop looked between them—then gave a single nod.

“Fine. But if she runs again out there—we don’t get another shot.”

His words echoed in the silence.

Angel nodded tightly. No fight left in him now. Just purpose.

“She won’t.”

“Camping,” Coco repeated with a low laugh, shaking his head. “This girl ain’t gonna last ten minutes in the open desert. The second she sees a scorpion or hears a rattler, she’ll bolt.”

He leaned forward on the table, toothpick twitching between his teeth. “You sure you don’t want me with her? I know how to track someone in that kinda terrain. I’ll keep her in line.”

Angel’s jaw tightened.

From across the room, Hank gave Coco a long look. “She’s terrified of you, man.”

Coco raised his hands in mock surrender. “I’m just sayin’ what nobody else wants to.”

Taza folded his arms across his chest, voice low and matter-of-fact.

“If she runs in the desert, we won’t find her ‘til there’s nothin’ left. We can’t risk that. Not with how valuable she is to Galindo.”

Silence swept through Templo. Everyone knew what came next, but no one wanted to say it.

Until Bishop did.

“Then we don’t let her out of reach.”

He flicked ash off his cigarette, eyes scanning the map, but his words hung like smoke in the air.

“Zip tie her to someone. At the wrist every night, til the job’s done.”

There was a pause—a heavy, shifting kind of silence, like the room itself was holding its breath.

Angel looked up sharply, mouth opening like he wanted to argue, but there was nothing to say. This was cartel business now. Galindo made the rules. The club just enforced them.

Taza glanced toward Angel, then over to the others. “Not Coco,” he said flatly. “She’s already scared of him. That’ll just make her more likely to do something desperate.”

Coco rolled his eyes, muttering something under his breath as he leaned back in his chair, folding his arms.

“A'ight. Let her be someone else’s problem.”

Angel’s fingers were curled into fists in his lap, his boot tapping rapidly under the table. You could see the conflict in him—he hated the idea. Of chaining you like an animal. But he also knew they were right.

She runs again, and it could get her killed.

Bishop stood, chair creaking beneath him.

"Move at dawn. One truck. One tunnel. Angel, you keep her quiet, cooperative, and calm. If she bolts again—you do what you gotta.”

He didn’t say what that meant.

He didn’t have to.

Angel gave a slow nod, though it looked like the weight of it added years to his face.

Later, outside the clubhouse, Angel leaned against his bike. Night had fallen. Crickets chirped, dogs barked in the distance, and inside the clubhouse the music had started up again. partying going on like the world hadn’t shifted.

He stayed outside.

Lit a cigarette. Let the silence press against his chest.

In the shadows near the trailer where you were kept, a dim light was on. He could just make out the shape of your silhouette, small and still behind the window, knees tucked to your chest like you were trying to disappear.

“Querida,” he muttered to himself, voice low and broken.

“What the hell did we drag you into?”

He flicked ash into the gravel, then looked toward the dark desert stretching out beyond the lot.

The inside of EZ’s trailer smelled like cheap pine cleaner and cologne, both trying to cover something more metallic underneath—like rust or old blood.

The place was neat, controlled—EZ’s nature in contrast to the chaos that constantly lived outside its thin aluminum walls.

You sat on the edge of the bed, shoulders tight, hands clenched in your lap. You wore one of EZ’s hoodies—your own clothes had started to smell like the warehouse, like fear. The fabric hung off you like armor too big for its soldier.

The door opened behind you with a soft creak.

EZ entered first, arms crossed, expression unreadable. Angel followed—slower, heavier. He looked at you immediately. You didn’t meet his eyes.

"We need to talk, querida,” Angel said gently.

His voice was soft—too soft. Like someone breaking bad news to a child.

You looked up at him, your eyes already glossed with the beginnings of panic.

EZ stayed standing near the small kitchenette. Angel moved to crouch in front of you, close enough to reach out—but he didn’t.

“Galindo wants the work started,” EZ said. “First site’s across the border.”

You blinked. “The border? As in... Mexico?”

EZ nodded once. “There’s an underground tunnel. It’s safe. Or—safer. That's where we're gonna take you.”

Your breath caught. You looked between the brothers, your heartbeat thudding loudly in your ears.

“Why can’t I just... do it here? Why do I have to go there?”

Angel leaned forward a little, hands resting on his knees.

“Because they don’t want just the data changed. They want the documents too. Originals. In places you can’t reach from a laptop, querida.”

Your voice dropped to a whisper. "Jesus fucking christ”

EZ’s expression softened for the first time. He walked over, crouched next to Angel.

“You’re not gonna be alone. You're safe.”

He said it like a promise. Like a man used to being believed.

Your breath eased just slightly.

Angel noticed.

He saw the way your shoulders dropped half an inch. The way your eyes settled on EZ’s face instead of his. His stomach twisted.

He wanted to reach for your hand—but it was folded into EZ’s hoodie sleeve.

After a moment, EZ stood up again, gave Angel a small nod, and stepped outside, giving the illusion of privacy without granting it.

The second the door shut, Angel sighed, quiet and long. He rested his elbows on his thighs, lacing his fingers together.

“I know you trust him,” he said, not bitter—just quiet. "Golden boy's always been good at makin’ people feel safe.”

Your eyes drifted to his and then back to a spot on the wall as you listened.

“You’re not cargo to me, querida,” he added. “I know it feels like you’re being passed around. Moved like product. But I swear... we ain’t gonna let anything happen to you. Not in that desert. Not in Mexico. Not ever.”

You nodded, but you didn't believe him.

After you fell asleep curled up on the bed, EZ re-entered the trailer, finding Angel in the kitchenette, nursing a beer.

He glanced once at your sleeping form, then back at his brother. “She’ll trust you more if you stop trying so hard.”

Angel scoffed softly, not turning around.

EZ leaned against the counter. “Why do you look like someone’s carving your ribs out every time she looks at me?”

Angel finally met his gaze. “Because it ain’t you dreaming of her crying, or her bein' put in that fucking pew bro."

The clock blinked 2:46 AM in faded numbers. Outside was still, blanketed in silence except for the distant howl of wind pushing sand across asphalt.

Inside EZ’s trailer, the shadows moved softly—your figure curled under a borrowed blanket on the bed, knees tucked into your chest, eyes wide open and red-rimmed in the dark.

Sleep hadn’t come. Fear had.

Didn’t know what the air would feel like south of the border. Didn’t know if you’d survive long enough to come back.

The door creaked open gently.

You flinched.

It was Angel.

He stepped inside quietly, boots thudding against the floor with practiced care. No kutte. Just a hoodie and jeans, his hair mussed, eyes tired—but alert. He closed the door behind him, locking it out of habit more than concern.

When he saw you still awake, he paused.

"Couldn’t sleep, huh?” His voice was low, not teasing this time.

You shook your head, slowly, from where you lay.

Angel crossed the trailer without needing the light. He moved like he’d memorized every inch of this place. Instead of sitting beside you, he dropped onto the floor with a groan, back against the bed, stretching his legs out and letting his head lean back.

He turned his head slightly, just enough to see your outline in the dark.

“You ever been to the desert before?”

“No,” you whispered. “I’ve never even... left the country. Never had a passport. I’ve never even camped. And I don’t... I don’t speak Spanish, Angel. What if I mess everything up?”

He let out a soft exhale, running a hand through his hair.

“Querida... messing up would be running into a rattlesnake or pissing off a border patrol agent. But you? You’re gonna be fine.”

He adjusted his position, turning a little so his shoulder brushed your knee through the blanket.

“Mexico’s not as scary as people think. Yeah, there’s cartel shit. But there’s also real people. Good food. Sunsets that make you feel like the sky’s on fire. And if you’re lucky—if you keep your mouth shut and your head down—you get to walk out of there with all your fingers still attached.”

You didn’t laugh. But your lip twitched. Just a little.

You finally spoke, voice barely audible.

“It’s not just Mexico. It’s... everything. I don’t know how to do this shit, Angel.”

He tilted his head up to look at you more clearly now. You weren’t crying, but the tension in your body was clear—shoulders tight, chin drawn in like you were trying to disappear inside yourself.

“You don’t have to know any of it,” he said gently. “You just have to get through it. One day at a time. That’s all we’re doin’,”

You blinked at that. The idea that even they—these rough, dangerous men—were surviving on borrowed time and pieced-together plans.

“I feel like a fucking lamb surrounded by wolves.”

Angel reached up, just resting his hand over your blanket-covered shin, grounding you.

“Maybe. But this wolf ain’t gonna bite you, querida.”

He looked down then, almost bashfully.

"Unless you decide to start snoring out in the damn dessert. Then we got a problem.”

You smiled. Just a little. A tremble of light through the fear.

Angel didn’t say anything. He just leaned back again, adjusted until his shoulder bumped yours gently through the fabric of the blanket, and let the silence fall between you.

Not cold. Not empty.

A silence that wrapped around the two of you like an understanding.

Angel was still on the floor beside the bed, hoodie sleeves pushed up to his forearms, arms resting casually over his knees. You were curled beneath the blanket, head sunk into the pillow, your breath slowing just slightly.

You weren’t asleep. Not yet. But your eyes blinked more slowly now. The panic had loosened its grip—still there, still coiled—but fading in the safety of his voice.

“It’ll be me, EZ, Coco and Gilly takin’ you. That’s the crew,” he said casually, like it was just a road trip. “EZ’ll keep his eye on you like he said. Coco’s got jokes… half of them ain’t funny, but he tries. And Gilly? Big guy. Quiet. But he’s solid.”

You tensed, just a flicker, when he said Coco. He noticed.

“I know,” he said gently. “Coco scared you. But he won’t hurt you, Querida. Not out there. We're be there to keep you safe.”

He paused, letting the silence settle, his words slow and easy like the wind outside.

“It’s not like it’ll be hotels and room service or anything,” he added, lips twitching faintly. “We’ll be camping a bit. Desert stretches for miles... so wide it makes you feel small in a way that’s kinda good. Cleans you out a little.”

You watched him from the edge of your blanket, your fingers curled lightly under your chin. He wasn’t trying to sell it to you. He was just talking, steady and grounded.

“There’s a place, couple miles past the boarder—nothing but red rock and these weird little wildflowers that bloom for like a week, maybe two, after it rains. You ever see a flower push through sand? Like it’s got no business surviving, but it does anyway.”

You breathed out slowly. "You make it sound pretty" The image stuck with you. A flower in the sand. That’s what you felt like.

Angel never reached for you. He just stayed. A constant warmth at the side of your world when everything else was foreign.

His voice dropped a little, like he knew you were starting to fade.

"It’s not all bad, y’know,” he murmured. “They tell dumb jokes. EZ makes coffee strong enough to kill a horse.”

You blinked sleepily, your cheek pressing further into the pillow.

“It's all bad when you don't get a choice Angel” you whispered, the words slipping out.

Angel looked at you then. Really looked. He leaned his head back against the bed then, sighing.

The hum of the fridge was the only sound that filled the small trailer, steady and low like a heartbeat. Moonlight spilled through the crack in the blinds, casting pale stripes across the floor and the couch where you lay, half-draped in that worn blanket EZ had handed you earlier.

Angel stayed on the floor beside you, back pressed to the bedframe, knees drawn up. One arm slung lazily over a bent knee, the other toyed with the frayed hem of his hoodie sleeve. He didn’t try to move closer. Didn’t reach for your hand or offer his touch. Just sat there—his presence quiet, grounding.

You were starting to relax. Your breathing had slowed. But he could see the way your fingers still twitched now and then under the blanket, your mind refusing to let go of its worry completely.

So he spoke, voice low, almost like he was telling a bedtime story.

“You know… the desert’s not just heat and dust. There’s somethin’ about it. The stillness. The way the stars hit the sky with no lights around for miles. Shit’s kinda… beautiful. Even when it shouldn’t be.”

He glanced back at you over his shoulder, saw your eyes were open—soft now, not so wide with fear, but not quite ready to sleep.

He paused, stretching out one leg, letting out a breath as he stared up at the ceiling like he could see through it.

“We know that route. Desert roads, old tunnels, back trails no one uses anymore. It’s not gonna be easy, but… we’ll get you through it.”

You mumbled something—a sleepy hum more than words—but he caught the way your lips curved ever so slightly.

“And when the sun goes down out there?” he continued. “It’s like someone lit the whole world on fire. Orange, pink, purple—all of it bleeds together. Makes you forget for a second that you’re even in danger.”

You let out a soft sigh, shifting under the blanket again, body turning just a bit more toward him—though your eyes remained half-lidded now, heavy.

“You shouldn't be doing this,” you whispered almost absentmindedly, like the tendrils of sleep had you already.

Angel looked at you for a few seconds, before his brows drew together.

“I'm not dumb Angel, I know what this is" you whispered "What happens when they tell you to put a bullet in me?”

Angel’s jaw locked. His eyes flickered with something—grief? Anger? Shame?

"You’re not goin’ out like that,” he said simply, his tone enough for you to drop the topic.

Your hand slipped from under the blanket and dangled off the edge of the bed, fingertips brushing air just a few inches from Angel’s shoulder. He didn’t touch it. Didn’t even move. Just turned his gaze toward your face—watching the way your breathing slowed, the way tension gradually bled from your small frame.

For all your fear, there was a strength in you he admired. Not loud, not stubborn like most people he knew—but quiet. Stubborn in your trust even when it was terrifying.

He leaned his head back against the bedframe, eyes never leaving you, the corners of his mouth tugging into something tired but warm.

“You know, when I was a kid? I used to think the desert was cursed,” he murmured, voice almost lost in the air. “Like it swallowed people whole. But now... I think it just strips everything down. Shows you who you really are.”

A beat passed. Another. Then a soft noise from you—a barely audible sigh—and he knew you were finally slipping under.

He didn’t move. Didn’t dare.

Just sat there.

Watching over you.

The 401 Freeway

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[description]: jax teller x fem!reader

[wordcount]: 1.8k+

[summary]: what’s more boring then being stranded on the highway with jax teller?

[cw]: 18+ only, smut, car sex, pet names, public sex (kinda), overstimulation, possible grammar/spelling errors

[authors note]: this one shot is inspired by this request, thank you for sending it to me! not as angsty as i had wanted but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless.

Title: The Medic Series

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Johnny Coco Cruz x OFC (Morgan "Stitches" Fox)

Summary: Morgan Fox is a nurse who is looking for a fresh start. She leaves La Jolla the night before her wedding for a fresh start in Santo Padre.

Author's Note: This series takes place in the same universe as @bullet-prooflove's Community Series.

Everyone had warned her about taking the job at the Santo Padre Clinic. 

Morgan Fox had graduated at the top of her nursing class. She went through her Emergency Room training in East LA at one of the busiest trauma centers in the state of California. She could treat a gunshot wound blindfolded, find and administer narcan in under five seconds, and she’s enough of a scrapper to hold her own with violent junkies. 

She liked working in LA. She felt like she was actually making a difference when she sat with a prostitute who had a botched abortion and held her hand until the tears stopped. When she was the only nurse that would buy and stash electric blankets for addicts that were going through detox and wracked with chills. When a gang member was killed, she would sit with their family members and assure mothers that there was nothing more they could have done for their children. 

Manny x YN (WoC)

Manny comes home with some news

warnings: MAYANS S4 spoilers , angst, cussing, hm I think that’s it 🤷🏽‍♀️

note: I’m supposed to be sleep for work but I had to write this really quick bc it wouldn’t leave my head. Also again I am Puerto Rican and Black (with a few other things😂) so character (you,reader,YN) will always be inspired by that kinda of upbringing. So WoC reader ALWAYS and thicc af! No permission for my work to be used anywhere else in any form by anyone!

and if y’all fucks with it let me know 🙂🫣

X

"I SWEAR TO GOD IM GONNA POP THIS KID OUT RIGHT NOW IF SOMEBODODY DOESN'T GET THE DAMN KEYS , SOMEONE SOBER!" Jackie exclaimed in pain , gripping onto Ez's arm.

"I got them , here , go ! Lets go everyone to the cars , sober people behind the wheels !" Angel exclaimed as Luisa told them The sons were outside.

"BABY REYES IS COMING!" Tig exclaimed bursting in.

"SHUT UP ALE-GET THE KEYS!" Jackie yelled out in Pain.

Finally making it to the car They drove off too the hospital , the sons driving the too drunk too drive mayans.

"No , no , Mierda!,we're almost there mom , you can't birth the baby in the back of a truck!" Illiana groaned , as Jackie cried out in pain.

Felipe gave his truck , and offered to watch maverick for Luisa and angel.

Angel drove , with Luisa in the passenger side , in the back Jackie had her head on Ez's lap , and legs on Illiana's lap.

"Im gonna kill you!" Jackie groaned , as Ez played with her hair.

"We're almost there Camila." He said , as she gripped his hand.

"Yo I think im gonna throw up." Angel said as Luisa smacked him.

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The sons had to leave a bit Early , much to Tigs dismay , but he demanded pictures.

"Im gonna kill you , OH FUCK!" Jackie said pushing.

"C'mon Camila , you can do it Mi reina." Ez said , As Jackie pushed , as she screamed , a loud wail filled the room.

"It's a girl , A beautiful baby girl." The doctor said , as the baby cried.

"Do you have a name?" The doctor asked , as He let Ez cut the umbilical cord.

"Esmae "Marisol" Reyes , that's her name." Jackie said as Ez Sat by her , Passing her the now calm baby , kissing the tired woman's forhead , painful labour , and a natural

birth with no medication took a toll on the woman's body.

"You did it Querida." Ez said as She held their baby.

"No , We did it Ezekiel." Jackie said with a glance , small smile on her face.

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"Angel , Luisa , we want you to be Esmae's godparents." Ez said to his brother and future

sister-in-law.

"Esmae?" Angel questioned.

"Esmae "Marisol" Reyes , thats her name , That's your Goddaughter ." Jackie said sitting up with the help of Luisa , Illiana was holding Esmae , gushing over her new baby sister.

Angel's eye's lit up as Illiana passed Esmae to him , and he cried , he fucking cried.

"Shut up." He said to Ez , who chuckled.

The club members all got their turn to hold baby Esmae , Later on Gurero and bottles left , along with Luisa who had to take care of maverick.

"Hey? before you went into labour you wanted to tell me somthing?" Ez questioned , the club asleep outside , while illiana slept on the couch in the room..

"Ezekiel I want to get married and be your old lady , I love you." Jackie said as Ez had a smile on his face.

Until the door burst open , Illiana popped up , Esmae started to cry , and jackie stared at the police.

The club was in cuffs , cursing the police.

"Mayans Mc , your under arrest for mutiple charges." Frankie told them.

"Just let me hold my little girl

and say goodbye to my wife

and kid before you arrest me

and the guys, please." Ez told him , as illiana handed the baby to him , holding her with one arm , he wrapped another around Illiana , Jackie's hand rested on his knee.

"Los amo a los tres, y cuando salga, nos casaremos y todo eso, Jackie, te lo prometo, lo siento." Ez told them , kissing Esmae's forhead one last time , Before putting her in Jackie's arms , and holding his girls one last time , before he was taken away in cuffs.

(I love the three of you , and when I get out , We're getting married and everything Jackie , I promise you that , Im sorry.)

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*~*8 YEARS LATER*~*

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"Dad's getting out soon , he hates when we go visit because he doesn't like us seeing him behind the glass but really he loves it because then he knows we're okay." Illiana said, she was now 24 , although she looked the same as the day Jackie met her , she still lived with them of course , She's had girlfriends , but none of them worked like it did with Natalia.

"Let's go , let's go!,

he's gonna think it's

a normal visit but really

we're going to bring

him home." A now eight year old esmae exclaimed , never getting to hug her father , due to the glass.

"Ok , ok , come on you two ." Jackie said , as Sally barked , Jackie laughed.

"Ok , you Three , there happy , lets go , lets go!" Jackie exclaimed as The three girl's and the Pit walked out the door.

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Ez reyes , and the Club had gotten Eight years to life , or so they thought , the warden saw there good behaviour , and without their knowledge was going to release them.

Gurero had patched in Nestor and Bottle's due to the request of The club , the threeupdating the reyes brothers of their family.

They also play Princesses with Esmae , Illiana uses the pictures of them in tutu's and tiara's as blackmail.

Luisa brings the now ten year old maverick over for playdate's , the two cousins adore eachother.

The Sons adored the little girl , she was a ball of sunshine , in this dark world.

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"Ezekiel Reyes , you have visitors." The guard stated.

Usually they just took them out for visiting , so Ez was a bit confused , Especially when he saw his brother and the club being taken to the visitor's room.

"DADDY!" Esmae exclaimed , So did Maverick as They ran to their fathers.

As the men picked up their kids , the gave a confused glance.

Jackie walked over to ez , Pulling him into a long kiss.

Illiana laughed , as Esmae made a gagging noise , hugging her father , and with much suprise she walked over to Bishop , pulling him into a hug.

"What-" Ez was about to say as Jackie laughed.

"Your out Ez , Free , YOU BOYS ARE COMING HOME!" Jackie exclaimed.

"Wha-How?" Creeper stated confused.

"Good behaviour , and a bit of womanly manipulation , and a bit of help from Emily , She's a hell of a lawyer." Jackie stated as her and Luisa smirked at eachother.

"NOW LETS GET YOU TWO MARRIED!" Illiana exclaimed.

"Right now!?" Ez exclained.

"Yes right now , Mom has the dress , we got the suits , we got the ven- LET'S GO VAMOS!" She exclaimed As Esmae frabbed her father's hand , and Illiana grabbed her mothers.

"What the fuck!" Angel exclaimed , as Maverick wacked him.

"Language!" The boy said as Luisa chuckled , pulling angel into a kiss.

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They did it they got Married , Letty and hope cheered as she walked down the Isle , Illiana and Esmae holding flowers and the rings , Felipe officiating the wedding.

"Do you Ezekiel "Lorenzo" Reyes take this lovely bride as your wife." Felipe said.

"I do " Ez said.

"And do you , Camila "Jackie" Vincent , take my idiot son , as your husband." Felipe said.

"I do." Jackie snorted, as Ez rolled his eyes.

"You may now kiss the fucking bride , trata a su hijo correcto." Felipe said , as They all Cheered.

(treat her right son)

Did I mention Tig walked her down the Isle , no well he did.

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*small smut*

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"Fuck , I've been wanting to do this since I saw you." Ez growled.

Jackie moaned as he thrusted into her , Holding on too the bed sheets , knuckels turning white .

Ez kissed her chest , listening to her moans , made him fuck her even harder.

As he came in her He rested his head on her shoulder , her hands tracing shape's on his bare back.

"I fucking missed you Ezekiel." Jackie said.

"I fucking missed you too Camilia , you and your fucking Crazy ass." He said as they laid side by side.

"Im crazy but-" She was cut off by a kiss.

"Your mine." Ez said as their kiss was turned into round two.

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THANK YOU FOR READING CRAZY BUT SHE'S MINE , THE SECOND BOOK I HAVE COMPLETED.

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HERE ARE MY OTHER BOOKS THAT YOU MIGHT LIKE.

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WANHEDA COMMANDER OF DEATH // BRANDON CARVER (THE WALKING DEAD)

MAMA DIDN'T RAISE NO BITCHES // EZ REYES & NESTOR OCTEVA (MAYANS MC)

HIS GIRL // JOSÈ MARQUEZ (CLUBHOUSE 2004)

HIS DOWN BITCH , HER CHOLO // ERNESTO MENDOZA (HOPE RANCH 2002)(COMPLETED)

READ ALL ABOUT IT // BROOKE DAVIS (ONE TREE HILL)

THE DRAGON AND HER KNIGHT // BELLAMY BLAKE (THE 100)