#mayans riz

- With everything at the club, Riz had a few stressful weeks himself. Yet with every morning it gets harder for him to leave you for the day. He notices you getting paler, the dark circles around your eyes getting a bit darker every day and it feels like forever since he saw that gorgeous smile of yours.

- After doing the most important things at the yard he talks to Bishop and asks him to take the rest of the day to look after you. It’s a quiet day and Bishop sends him off with a slap on the shoulder.

- You are so absorbed in your work that you don’t even notice Riz coming home in the middle of the day. Only when you feel his arms wrapping around you from behind you look up from your work.

- He grins at you and his face is so close to yours that a strand of his hair tickles your cheek as he leans forward to kiss your forehead.  “Enough work for today”, he murmurs in your ear and pulls you away from the desk.

- There is absolutely no way to protest once Riz has his mind set on something. Before you know, you are sitting on his bike in one of his jackets and hold onto Riz, since he refused to tell you where you’re going.

- After a while you arrive at a small lake, which you got mostly to yourselves except for one or two other couples.

- Riz takes his bag off the bike and spreads a blanket for the two of you, gesturing for you to get comfortable while he takes out some snacks. He got them at the gas station on the way home, but he still picked out your favourite sodas, chocolate bars and a bag of potato chips.

- You chuckle as you see his version of a sunset picknick and snuggle closer against him as the evening sun tints the lake gleaming red.

- “Thank you for this, I really needed that”, you mumble against his chest. You can feel the smile on his lips as he presses a kiss on top of your head.

- “We’ll make the best of the stressful times, mi amor. They’ll pass, I promise”, his voice vibrates in his chest as you lean against it.

- You two spend another hour cuddled up at the lake with Riz stroking your hair (and occasionally letting his hands wander elsewhere) before you head home.

Bishop’s much younger girl sat near the edge of the couch earlier, arms crossed and lips in a deep pout. She was as bratty as she was gorgeous. She’d been whispering harshly to Bishop all night, clearly upset by something. Eventually, Bishop sighed, pulled on his jacket, and led her out the door, murmuring an apology to the group as they left.

Angel had snuck off with your friend somewhere more private to exchange some “special” gifts, leaving their laughter trailing behind them like the faint jingle of distant bells. You’d caught your friend’s grin as they slipped away, Angel’s arm slung casually but possessively over her shoulder.

On the other hand, Ez and his new friend looked like they were in their own little world. The two were slow dancing in the corner, oblivious to everything else, swaying to a song that wasn’t even playing anymore. The way they gazed at each other made you smile despite the awkwardness of the evening.

Gilly and his family, though, were the picture of holiday cheer. His son had been sad the entire day thinking his dad was going to miss this Christmas. The club had been on a run and had encountered some snags that resulted in an unfortunate delay. But they made in at the last minute and now he was clinging tightly to his dad, arms looped around his neck as Gilly spun him around the room with a cheery laugh. His wife snapped photos with her phone, her eyes shining with happiness as she watched them. Gilly’s loud joy made the room feel a little brighter, even as the tension from the others lingered in the air.

And then you saw him. The man you’d had your eye on for a while. Riz was leaning against the bar, his long hair catching the glow of the Christmas lights strung haphazardly across the ceiling. He reminded you of those ancient warriors from the cheesy historical romance novels you couldn’t help but devour, stoic, strong, and just a little mysterious.

Riz caught your gaze, then sauntered over, a cold beer in hand. He sat next to you with his usual unhurried ease.

“It’s been quite the eventful night, huh?” he said, handing you the bottle.

“Yeah, for real. I question if this was all even a good idea.”

He chuckled, the sound warm and low. “Nah, it’s fine. Bishop will lay the law down at home, and Coco will be alright. It’ll all work out. Everyone else will have a good time.”

“Will we? I mean, everyone else. I didn’t mean to imply you and me,” you added quickly, feeling your cheeks warm.

“We will.” He looked at you for a moment, his dark eyes steady. “I have a gift for you, but I left it in the car. I’m not sure I wanna go out there right now, it sounds like a battlefield.”

“You got me a gift?”

“Yeah.” His voice dipped slightly, quieter, like he was revealing something he wasn’t used to sharing. “Wasn’t sure if it’d be your thing, but it reminded me of you.”

You tilted your head, caught off guard. “Of me?”

“Yeah.” His lips curved into a small, almost shy smile. “I was gonna leave it anonymous, but... figured that’d be stupid, huh. So one of the other guys take the credit, nah?”

The thought of Riz—Riz, of all people, thinking about you enough to pick out a gift left you momentarily speechless. Your heart skipped a beat as he leaned back, his gaze flicking toward the front door where Coco and his old lady’s argument still raged faintly in the distance.

“Do I get a hint, or is this one of those ‘wait and see’ kind of deals?” you teased, trying to keep your voice steady.

He smirked. “A hint, huh?” He scratched the back of his neck, something you’d rarely seen him do, and it made him look younger, less untouchable. “Alright. It’s... something for those ‘cheesy historical romance novels’ you’re always reading.”

Your eyes widened. “You know about that?”

“Don’t look so surprised,” he said, nudging your shoulder lightly with his. “You’re not as secretive as you think. I’ve seen the covers peeking out of your bag, half-naked dudes with long hair fighting dragons or whatever. Didn’t think I noticed?”

You groaned, covering your face with your hands, but you were laughing. “Oh my god, Riz.”

“Relax, I’m not judging,” he said, his grin widening. “Like I said, it reminded me of you.”

“Now I have to know what it is,” you said, your curiosity fully piqued.

He glanced at the door again, hesitating. “Alright, alright. You win. I’ll brave the battlefield,” he said, standing up and stretching lazily before grabbing his jacket from the back of his chair.

“Wait! You don’t have to go out there now,” you said, half-laughing, half-serious.

“Yeah, I do. I wanna see your reaction.” Riz turned back to you, his face softening as he added, “It’s important to me that you like it.”

His words made your heart skip a beat. Without waiting for a reply, he pulled the door open, letting in the sharp bite of the December air. You followed him out, the noise of the heated argument between Coco and his girlfriend immediately cutting through the night.

Coco was pacing near the edge of the parking area, his voice carrying as he threw his hands up in exasperation. “You know what? Fine! Go ahead and run off like you always do! You’re a fucking succubus, you know that? A goddamn succubus!”

His girlfriend shot him a glare over her shoulder as she stormed in the opposite direction. “Maybe if you weren’t such an immature jackass, I wouldn’t have to!” she snapped before getting into her car and slamming the door.

Coco stopped pacing, running his hands through his hair as he muttered a string of curses under his breath as she sped off. Finally, he let out a frustrated growl, shaking his head as he turned and walked toward his bike. He didn’t spare either of you a glance as he mounted it, revving the engine loudly before peeling out of the lot in the opposite direction of his girlfriend.

You and Riz exchanged a glance, both caught between amusement and secondhand embarrassment.

“Well, that was... something,” you said, breaking the silence.

“Typical Coco,” Riz muttered, shaking his head with a chuckle. “He’ll cool off. Probably be back to groveling by morning.”

“Do you think she’ll forgive him?”

Riz shrugged, pulling you gently toward his car parked near the far end of the lot. “Probably. She always does. Those two thrive on drama.”

He unlocked the car and rummaged around in the backseat for a moment before turning back to you, a garment bag draped over one arm and a small, wrapped box in the other hand.

“Here,” he said, handing you the garment bag first. “Open this first.”

You unzipped the bag and pulled out a stunning historical gown. The deep burgundy fabric shimmered in the faint glow of the parking lot lights, and the intricate lace and embroidery gave it the unmistakable flair of something out of your beloved romance novels.

Your brow furrowed as you stared at it, confused. “Riz... what is this? Why would you get me something like this?”

He grinned, clearly amused at your reaction. “Yeah, I thought you might need it for this,” he said, holding out the small box.

You opened it, revealing two tickets to a Renaissance fair tucked inside. Your eyes widened as realization hit you.

“A Renaissance fair?” you asked, looking up at him.

“Yeah,” he said, a little sheepishly. “Figured it’d be your thing. Thought we could go together. You know, knights, castles, dragons or whatever those books of yours are always about.”

Warmth bloomed in your chest as you stared at the tickets, then back at him. “You really thought about all this?”

“Of course I did,” he said, his voice soft. “Wanted it to be special. You deserve that.”

For a moment, the cold night air and the lingering chaos of the evening faded away, leaving only the warmth of his gesture and the quiet sincerity in his eyes.

“Merry Christmas,” he added, his grin widening.

You couldn’t stop the smile spreading across your face. “Merry Christmas, Riz.”

FIGHT

Not really a fight but you do defend yourself

You were home alone. Riz was somewhere doing something for the club and you were home alone.

So when you heard what sounding like footsteps in the kitchen and male voices, you kinda freaked out

Which resulted in you grabbing your 9 mm glock that was in your bedside table and slowly crept to the door

You peaked out and saw a dark hooded figure walking in the hall.

You lifted your gun and shot out, as the figure yells out and goes down. Two more figures come over and spot you as you run

You swing your gun and hits one figure in the face as the other figure grabs you by the wrist

You yell and lean down and bite the wrist as the figure throws you down as he cradles his wrist

Managing to scramble to your feet, you run past them as the second figure, the one you hit with the gun chases you. You manage to grab a knife from the knife holder and try and slice at the guy. He dodges but you punch him when he tries to grab you as you drop the knife and run out the door

Right into a chest

You look up and see your twin brother EZ

“Y/N what’s wrong?!”

“Three guys try to come after me!” You yell as his eyes widen

“They were only supposed to check on you not scare you!”

“Wait what?” 

“Angel, Coco and Gilly were asked by Riz to check on you.”

“uh oh. I shot one”

“Wait what?”

“I shot one of the guys.”

“Yeah you shot me.” You two turn to see Coco walking out with his hand covering the wound

“YOU SHOT ME IN THE ASS!”

AFTERMATH

Everyone was quiet as Angel and EZ bandaged Coco up and you were getting an ice pack for Gilly

So as it turns out, you shot Coco in the ass

And also punched Gilly, with the gun and your fist

And then bit your older brother Angel on his wrist

“Sorry again.” You say handing the ice pack to Gilly who nods

“Don’t say sorry sis. They shouldn’t have scared you.” EZ says as Coco mumbles

“Well I am going to bed. Tell Michael that when he gets here to stick his dick in my ass to wake me up.” You say ignoring your brothers’ shocked faces, Gilly’s scared face and Coco’s interest face

It was about an hour and a half later when you feel a kiss on your cheek and your boyfriend’s soft chuckle

“¿Mi amor, por qué está Coco en la mesa con los pantalones bajados?” (my love, why is Coco on the table with his pants down?)

“Puede que le haya disparado en el culo.” (I may have shot him in the ass)

“Wait you did what now?” 

You chuckle at your boyfriend’s shocked voice as you open your eyes and see your boyfriend sitting by you on his side of the bed

“You asked them to check on me. Which to them meant scare me half to death.”

“So that is why Angel has a mark on his wrist and Gilly has two big bruises on his face?”

“I bit Angel and hit Gilly with my gun and my fist. Also my gun is jammed now.” He laughs at your comment and pulls you into him so you are leaning against him and he leans to kiss your hair

“That’s my girl.”

“Is Coco still moaning and groaning about being shot?” You ask

“Oh yeah. Angel has him sipping a beer to shut him. Anyway, how did the talk with the wedding planner go?” He asks

“Great. She said Taza’s ranch is a perfect place for the venue and it will be the right temperature.”

“Please tell me you aren’t having one of his horses carry the rings down?”

“maybe.”

“Aye. What am I gonna do with you?” He asks squeezing your hand that has a gold band around it.

“Marry me of course.”

“Of course.”

A comfortable silence surrounds you two

“But I am having Maximus carry our rings.”