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83. “You’re such a hoe. Such a slut for me.”

88. “Choke me.”

Angel watched you like a predator hunting its prey. You were making your rounds in the clubhouse, talking to the various guests you recognized. The way your hips swayed, how that dress you were wearing was hugging all of your curves the right way, Angel was already semi-hard just thinking of ripping the dress off of you. It didn’t escape him how many men were looking at you and as jealous as he could be, it gave him satisfaction knowing that you were going to be underneath him tonight, screaming in ecstasy as he continuously pounded into you. 

His amor, his alma, his fucking vida. 

But he had to show his face for a few hours, after all, his baby brother just became a full patch member.

It was EZ’s celebratory party after being patched. 

Being Angel’s old lady, you were making your rounds, greeting the patched members of the MC, asking them if they needed anything. You got yourself and Angel a beer, making your way over back to you man. Your dress was a little too tight for his liking, but he knew it would cause an argument if he even asked you to change. 

“Here you go babe,” you handed him his beer. 

Angel’s arm immediately went around your waist, his mouth dropping to your ear. “You keep fucking with me and I’m about five minutes away from taking you to the back and fucking you.” 

His voice and words cause a shiver to go down your spine. You smirked, looking up at Angel.

“Don’t you love my dress though?” You made a little twirl for Angel, making him chuckle.

“I’d fucking love the dress more if it was off of you.” He kissed you, earning some groans from Coco and Gilly. 

“God, do you two ever not want to fuck.” Gilly pretended to gag. “You’ve been fucking married for almost five years now, are you not over the honeymoon stage?’

“If you go home to this hermano, there’s no such fucking thing.” Angel smirked devilishly and his two brothers groaned again.

“You two fuck more than anyone I know. You two have a kid now, how the fuck do you two have time to fuck?” Your son was three years old. He slept on his own bed and he was a good kid. He always slept through the night. Besides that, Angel always found a way to have you any way he could. Whether it was in the bathroom, closet, laundry room, they’ve fuck at every surface of their home with the exception of their son’s bedroom. 

“You really want to know that?” You asked Coco and Gilly who just shook their heads.

“That’s a hard no for me. We go over a lot, we don’t need to know what surfaces you’ve fucked on.” Gilly shook his head, not wanting to even think of you two fucking. 

You and Angel laughed at his words. 

“How about we play a game of pool?” You challenged Angel. “If I win, we stay, have fun at your brother’s expense then we can go home.”

Angel took a swig of his beer, leaning down to give you his terms. “But if I win, I take you home and rip that dress off and pound that little pussy till you’re screaming my name.”

Your legs clenched at his words, recovering quickly so Angel doesn’t see just how you affected him. But Angel knew just how he affected you. 

“You ready mi dulce?” Angel asked as he pulled away from you.

“You know I am.”

Gilly set up the table for you two, Angel letting you break since he insisted on lady’s first. You broke, sinking in the 3 ball, a solid. 

“Already one up baby,” you winked at Angel, the smug look on your face making Angel chuckle.

“You’re always so confident after making one baby girl, let’s see how the rest of the game plays out.” He drank his beer one more time, his eyes just trained on your body. 

It was Angel’s turn and like the cocky bastard that he was, he blew you a kiss after every shot he made. Three stripe balls was what he made before passing by you and smacking your ass. You playfully glared at your husband. All you had to do was distract Angel, this would be easy. You sunk three balls in as well, smirking Angel’s way.

“Hermano, you can’t let your wife beat you.” Gilly teased knowing fully well you were a hustler when it came to pool. You pretended like you didn’t fucking know how to play pool, it was how you started dating Angel. You guys met at some bar and you won three hundred dollars from him, Gilly and Coco. Gilly and Coco lost strictly on skills, but Angel lost cause he was so distracted by you. It was history after that. 

“You try beating her,” Angel muttered under his breath. You were insanely good at pool. If Angel wanted to, he could take you the next town over and win at least a thousand dollars from those poor souls, but you tried not to use your skill for evil too much. 

Angel set up his shot, he was lining up to hit the white ball when you bent over right in front of him, causing Angel to groan. “You playing dirty baby,” he said to you as he hit the white ball, missing the shot. 

“What?” You feigned innocence. “Whatever do you mean?” 

Angel grabbed you, pulling your back against his front. “You ain’t going to be walking after tonight.” 

You chuckled at his warning, winking at him. You sunk another three causing Angel to groan, with one left the eight ball. You missed the ball, letting Angel go. 

“Angel, why even play your wife? You know she’s going to just beat you.” An amused Creeper asked Angel as he handed you another beer. “La reina rarely loses.” 

Angel went, sinking in three balls with only two balls to go with one being the eight ball. He groaned when he missed his shot, looking at you with those eyes of his whenever he wanted something from you. “Mi alma, come on, you can let me win,” he walked over to you kissing you as a means to distract you, to light you up with desire. 

You pulled away, taking a deep breath. Even after all these years, Angel’s kisses still took your breath away. 

“Sorry mi amor, Coco bet on me and he promised he’d give me a cut.” You gave him a quick kiss before lining up to shoot the eight ball. You called a corner and sank the ball in. 

Angel just shook his head, smirked on his lips. Coco cheered you on, giving you a hug. He collected the money and gave you half. You sauntered over the Angel, slipping the money in his pocket and brushing your fingers against his dick. 

“You want to go home?” You asked, biting your bottom lip.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” your head thrashed against the pillows as Angel ate you out, your legs quivering on either side of his head. 

You were coming for the third time, once in the car when he fingered you, the second time on your couch  and now, you were laying in bed, your dress bunched up your waist. Your orgasm came hard, you yelled out his name once again, looking up at the ceiling, your eyes rolling back at the intensity. 

“Mi alma, you look so fucking beautiful.” Angel kissed your inner thigh, your legs quivering after yet another orgasm. You tried to close your legs and Angel wouldn’t let you. “Look at you talking all that shit earlier and now, you trying to run from me.” He hasn’t even taken off any of his clothes.

“Baby, let me feel you.” You reached out to him. 

Angel took off his clothing, switching spots with you. He was now naked on your bed, with you leaning over him. You kissed his lips, all over his neck, making your way down to his cock. Your lips wrapped around his cock, taking him in. He was so painfully hard and the warmth of your mouth felt too fucking good. 

“That’s right baby, take me fucking in.” His hand wrapped around your hair as he guided your mouth up and down his cock. “Fuck, I love watching you with your mouth around my cock.” You groaned, loving Angel’s filthy mouth. 

You let go of his cock with a pop, Angel groaning as you did. Wrapping a hand around his cock, you moved it up and down, tightening your hand ever so often. 

“Put me inside you baby, I wanna come inside of you.” Angel removed your hand from his cock, assisting you so that you were hovering over his cock. 

You slid down, groaning at the stretch. The burn always felt so good since it drove you crazy. No matter how many times you’ve had Angel, he still stretched you out. You love it when he watched the place where you two were connected, it made you want him that much more. 

You moaned, your pussy was still sensitive after all those orgasms. You were tightening around Angel causing him to grip your hips. 

“Baby, stop squeezing me so hard. You’re gonna make this end sooner than I want it to.”

Once he was fully in you, he switched you over so that you were on your back.

“Look at that fucking dress.” Angel unzipped the front, your boobs were just waiting to spill out. He pulled down the front, wrapping his mouth around one of your nipples, biting it.

“Angel, fuck.” This was so much stimulation, you felt that everything was sensitive.

Angel pounded into you just as he promised earlier. “You’re such a hoe. Such a slut for me.”

You moaned, taking Angel’s hand and placing it against your neck. “Choke me.”

Angel did as you requested as he slightly tightened his old on your neck. He hovered over your, slowing his pace as he fucked you deep, hitting that spot over and over again. Your orgasm was near and you felt like you couldn’t breathe. Everything was too much, but you fucking loved it.

“Look at you baby, you’re so fucking wet. You like it when I’m rough with you?” He bit the top of your breast, losing his grip around your neck.

His pace was still slow, fucking you as your orgasm him. Your mouth opened with a silent scream, your hand scratching at the hand on your neck, loving the weight of it all. He fucked you through your fourth orgasm of the night. Angel kept his hand on your neck as he quickened his pace knowing he couldn’t last much longer. 

All he could think about was that dress and how it hugged you sinfully. How almost all of the men at that party watched you, prayed it would malfunction and show them a piece of your forbidden skin.

“Everyone at the party was looking at you baby, at what’s mine. It drives me crazy when they do, but you know what keeps me at bay?” 

You shook your head unable to speak. 

“They’ll never see you like this, never see you on the verge of coming. They’ll never see how you look when you’re begging me to give it to you hard and fast. Or the expression you make when I hit that spot over and over again.” And that’s what Angel was doing, he was hitting that spot over and over again. “You’re such a slut for my cock, aren’t you?”

“Yes daddy,” you whimpered out causing Angel to groan. It was rare for you to call Angel daddy but when you did, it just turned Angel on even more. 

“Fuck,” he knew he wasn’t going to last long. He was barely holding on before you called him daddy. “You take daddy’s cock so well baby, I’ll buy all the fucking dresses you want, but only I can see it.”

You took the hand around your neck and moved it to your clit. Angel never needed guidance, but every once in a while, you nudged him to the right direction.

“Ready to come again?” He rubbed his thumb where you two met, the slickness from you would help with your clit. He rubbed it with his thumb in a circular motion, his speed never wavering.

“You always feel so good daddy,” you said to Angel as he continued to pound into you.

You clenched around him, your orgasm coming and his coming right after you. His name on your lips, you felt some tears coming from your eyes due to the overstimulation, but it felt so good. 

Angel kissed you before he pulled away to wipe your tears.

“Too much?” He questioned.

You shook your head. “No, it was amazing.”

“Take that dress off baby.”

He helped you take your dress off, throwing it to the floor of your bedroom. He slid his fingers in you, going in and out. You laid back down, trying to push his hand away.

“Angel, don’t, it’s going to be too much.” You tried to push his hand away.

“You knew what the dress was going to do to me.” He nibbled on your ear as he watched his fingers disappear inside your pussy. “I wanted to bend you over that pool table and fuck you senseless.”

“Angel,” you couldn’t even reply to him. He began to hit the palm of his hand against your clit. You thrashed your head from side to side, your hips meeting his fingers.

“You look immaculate like this, the glow you have after an orgasm is something else baby. Your lips are swollen, just asking to be kissed.” He kissed you, muffling your screams as you came again. He took out his fingers, your legs closing. You were breathing hard, just looking at Angel. He took his fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean. “You always taste so good.”

“You’re gonna fucking kill me.” You turned away from your husband.

46. “I miss you.”

50. “We can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep doing this.”

You heard his motorcycle roar as he made his way down your street. Why did he have to come? The more time you spent together, the harder it was becoming for you. You requested for space since Angel wouldn’t commit to you. You knew this friends with benefits bullshit was going to blow up on your face, but did you care? At that time, fuck no. Angel was someone you’ve always wanted since you first laid your eyes on him. Your cousin, Gilly, warned you off, but you couldn’t stay away, especially since you were always at the scrapyard. There was no ounce of regret in your mind regarding the relationship you two had, you just wished you didn’t fool yourself into thinking you two could be something. 

You decided then that you were going to ignore him. If you didn’t answer the door, you wouldn’t have to deal with him. There were times that you wished you didn’t tell Angel how you felt, but what were you going to do, you couldn’t keep going with this same cycle. For once, you had to pick yourself, you couldn’t keep putting your feelings aside just to continue a relationship that had no benefit for you.

Thankfully, your window blinds were down, so he couldn’t exactly tell if your television was on. The lights were on, but you usually kept it on. You muted the television, hoping that if you didn’t answer in ten minutes, he’ll leave.

The first knock came. 

You held your breath as if he could hear you, but you relaxed. Your phone began to vibrate and you just watched as his name flashed on your screen, just watching, waiting.

You let out your breath when the phone stopped ringing. 

The second knock came and it was louder.

But again, you ignored his knock, turning your attention to the television. You were trying to distract yourself and it wasn’t working. But you weren’t going to give in. You requested for space and that’s what you were going to get.

Though, it’s been a month and maybe Angel thought that was enough time. 

Your phone rang again, and this time, you turned the phone over. 

“Come on baby, open the door.” He pleaded.

You didn’t answer.

The third knock came. Louder than the last time.

“Y/N, open the fucking door, I know you’re there.” He called out. “You know I have keys.”

And that was true, he did have keys, that’s why you changed all the locks. 

You heard him try his keys then, but it didn’t work. The profanities escaping his mouth made you smile, always loving that filthy mouth of his.

“Baby, please, let’s talk it out. You wanted time and I gave you time.”

You didn’t understand why he was here. He made it very clear there was no future, so you told him to leave. You two were friends and you didn’t want to lose that, so you requested that he give you some time. Once you were ready, you would reach out. 

You weren’t ready.

“I’ll cause a scene, you know I will.” Angel warned you.

You stood up then, having your neighbors call the cops would not be ideal. Your landlord wouldn’t exactly be happy with police coming through. But then again, you’d call Angel’s bluff. If he wanted to get the cops involved, then he can, you know he wouldn’t. 

When you still remained mum, Angel sat down on your porch steps, taking out a cigarette stick, lighting it up. He didn’t know what he should do. He took a hit, and looked up at the sky, as dark as he felt. It’s not that he didn’t love you, he did, but he couldn’t drag you in this. But EZ made him realize that you’ve been in this life ever since Gilly became part of the club, especially since you used to live with Gilly. This wasn’t new to you and his worries were nothing but his own insecurities becoming a monster.

Taking his phone out, he decided to text you. He wasn’t going to cause a scene, at least not yet. 

‘Come on mi dulce, talk to me. I’ll stay here all night.’

Angel sent the message, hoping that you would reply. After thirty minutes, there was still nothing there. He sighed, throwing his third cigarette on the ground and stood up. It wouldn’t be difficult to break in her house and Angel knew he would have to do it. He didn’t think she would change her locks. Maybe she didn’t change her locks in her back door. Making his way to the back, he was thankful her side gate was opened, but was also worried since he had strictly told her to place a lock on it so no one would just come into her backyard. He was scolding her as he made his way over to her back door. Taking his key, he turned the lock and it fucking worked. 

“Thank god,” he whispered his gratitude as he quietly opened the door. Closing the door behind him and locking it, he made his way around your house. Checking the living room first, he noted that the television was off, but the lights were on. You left the lights on for Angel, once he came over, he would turn it off for you, which is what he did. 

Your door was closed, and this was where he was going to determine whether he was going to be sleeping in your room or the guest bedroom. Slowly, he turned the doorknob and it was unlocked. He whispered his thanks again before making his way inside. The television was on, slightly illuminating you and you were asleep. He took off his boots, his kutte and left only his muscle shirt and boxers on. If you were going to kick him out, you could do it tomorrow. He hasn’t held you in a month and all he wanted to do was hold you now. 

He tried to make sure he did not move much as he slipped under the covers. Once he was comfortable, he moved you so you were laying your head on his chest, his arm securely wrapped around you. Your hand that he laid on his chest was intertwined with his. 

“I’m so fucking sorry, I’ll give you the world, just please give me a chance.” He heard your snores, making him smile. 

This was all he needed. You in his arms, in the comfort of your space together. You two may not be together, but this has become his home as much as he was yours. 

Hopefully, come tomorrow, everything will be right in his world. You at his side, and you to come home to every night. 

You snuggled deeper into your pillow, appreciating the warmth during the winter. You smiled, loving the smell of your pillow that smelled just like Angel. You still had plenty of things that had his lingering smell, which annoyed you yet, it helped you miss him less. Before you can go back to sleep, it registered to you that you recently did laundry, your bedding shouldn’t smell like Angel. Furthermore, your pillow wasn’t hard. 

Angel felt you freeze against him, wrapping his arms tighter around you. There was no way he was letting you go till you two spoke about what happened a month ago. 

Keeping your eyes closed, you tried to sleep, hoping Angel would eventually wake up and leave you. He always did. Angel was the first to wake most of the time and he would leave you in bed. At first you understood, but as time went along, it became painful when he did. Slowly, you realized that you weren’t okay with just being friends with benefits. You were falling deeper and you didn’t want to drown, especially since Angel was so close to Gilly. Walking away was the best option and you would eventually get over things and be friends with Angel. You two always agreed that once this agreement ended, you two would be friends. Trying your best, you turned, hoping Angel would let you go, but he continued to have his arm wrapped around you. He pulled you back so your back was against his side. 

‘God damn it.’ You knew this would be a low blow, but if this would get Angel to leave, you would do it.

“Alex, let go, it’s too hot.” You murmured loud enough for Angel to hear.

He looked over at you, his eyebrows furrowing. Who the fuck was Alex?

“What did you just say?” He questioned you, knowing fully well you were awake. 

You looked behind you then, pretending you haven’t noticed his presence prior to you turning around.

“Hey, shit,” you sat up. Angel moved his arm, so you wouldn’t sit on his arm. 

“Who the fuck is Alex?” 

“No one,” you stood up, brushing him off. Making your way to the bathroom, you left Angel to his own vices. Alex didn’t even exist, but if Angel thought you had someone new, his anger and pride would just have him leave. 

Angel watched as you disappeared in the bathroom, fuming. When you came out, Angel was leaning against the doorframe of your bedroom, waiting for you. 

“You ready to talk?” Angel crossed his arm 

“About?” You walked past him and to your kitchen. Distance was the key. 

“Don’t play baby, you know why I’m here. I gave you your space, now let’s talk.” Angel followed after you, sitting by the kitchen counter you had. 

“Yes, right,” you nodded your head. “I also told you that I would call you when I was ready to talk, did I call you?”

“I don’t give a fuck. You didn’t give me a chance to at least tell you what was going on in my head.”

“Look, let’s not play this game. I know what I got myself into. I fell for you, stupid me, whatever. Just give me time and we’ll be okay.” You purse your lips, placing your hands on the edge of the sink, taking a breath. “We can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep doing this.”

Angel frowned. He should have changed the situation between you two so long ago, but he always just thought it was this unspoken thing between you two that it was you two together. He always referred to you as ‘my girl’. Everyone knew you as such. 

“I miss you.” Your heart rate sped up hearing his words. But you knew he missed fucking around with you, not any other way.

“I’m sure you have other girls to fuck, Angel.” You opened your fridge, taking out some eggs, bacon and sausage. You heard him leave, causing you to let out a breath you weren’t aware you were holding. “Good riddance,” mumbling to yourself as you turned the stove on. You didn’t mean to say that, but this was your defense mechanism. 

“You think I’m fucking other females when you’re the only thing that’s on my mind?” Angel startled you as he came in the kitchen. He had to walk away for a moment to calm himself since the last thing he wanted to do was yell at you. He expected to grovel, to fight, but he didn’t expect you to throw shit like this in his face. To make it seem like you didn’t fucking matter to him, that you were just another piece of ass.

His voice wasn’t an octave higher or lower than his usual tone. You looked at him and shrugged. “Does it matter?”

“Does it matter? Of course it fucking does! You fucking other mother fuckers while you with me?” You two were attached to the hip, there was no way you were fucking with other men while you were in his bed. Hell, this month drove him crazy. He would pass by your house and would let out a sigh of relief when there was only one car in your driveway. He drove Gilly crazy with his constant questions about you, but he was thankful Gilly answered him. 

“No, I don’t like sleeping around.” You scoffed, what a preposterous question to even ask. 

“You saying I do?”

“I’m saying you have needs,” you placed a few sausages in the pan, keeping your attention on the pan. You could feel Angel’s glare. “You don’t have to explain anything to me, we were never together, you made that very clear.”

“You’re the most infuriating woman I know.” Angel groaned. “She sat on my lap, I’m fucking sorry, I wasn’t going to fuck her. She was just sewing on my patch.” He knew that wasn’t a good enough reason, but it was the truth. The hangaround sat on his lap and he got handsy, but that was it. He immediately regretted it. 

“Again, you don’t have to explain anything to me. We’re good,” you put the bacon on a plate so you could microwave it. It was the best item Costco sold. Microwaveable bacon was so easy.

“You at least gonna look at me when you dismiss me?”

Putting the bacon in the microwave. You entered the time and turned to face Angel. “Look, we both knew what we were going into. Everyone knows how friends with benefits work. It obviously isn’t working for us anymore because of me, so we’re done and I’ll see you around.” Straight to the point, you didn’t want to prolong this conversation.

“You think it’s that easy? So you must not truly feel something for me if you’re willing to just throw me out like I mean nothing to you.” Angel was angry at the way you were dismissing him. It was like you already made up your mind and fuck what he had to say.

“I do have feelings for you and because of that, I’m going to walk away. I’m not going to be that dumbass woman who hopes that if I stick around long enough, you would fall for me.” You put four eggs on the pan, before taking the bacon out of the microwave. 

“I love you,” Angel felt that at this point, he had nothing to lose. He was trying to get to you, but you weren’t listening. He wanted to tell you in a different way, but no better time than the present.

“What?” You let go of the spatula, dropping it on the pan. You accidentally touched the handle of the pan, that was hot. “Ow!” You yelped out, shaking your hand as of that would help alleviate the pain.

Angel rushes over to you, taking your hand and running cold water over it. You frowned as there was a bit of a sting as the water ran through it.

“You gotta be careful, querida,” Angel sighed, taking a paper towel and softly dabbing it to dry your hand. “You okay?”

“Yes, thank you,” you took your hand away, taking the eggs out of the pan and placing two on each plate you had out for you and Angel. “Are you going to eat breakfast?”

Angel didn’t answer and just took the two plates to your dining table. He sat you two next to one another, though you preferred if he was across from you. You got yourself water, while you got him coffee. You walked over to your dining table, sitting next to Angel. You two proceeded to sit in silence.

You weren’t sure how to take Angel’s declaration, but you figured it wasn’t something he threw around. Your attraction to Angel was so strong and the longer you two had kept this going, the more you fell for him.

“Are you gonna say anything?” Angel broke the silence between you two, turning so he could face you. “I meant it, I love you. I’m sorry I put you in this position where you thought you meant nothing, but you mean everything to me. I just thought it was some unspoken thing between us.”

“I,” you sighed. “You know I love you, but are you sure this is what you want?”

“What kind of a fucking question is that? You’re pregnant with my child, even before I found out you were pregnant, you’ve been mine. It was on me for not voicing it out, but believe me querida, I love you and I’m here to stay.” Angel took your hand in his, placing a kiss at the back of your hand. 

“Angel, having a kid isn’t a reason to be together.”

“Fuck, are you even listening to me? This isn’t about the kid, this is about you and me. Just give me a chance to prove it to you, that we’re worth a chance, that I’m worth a chance.”

You looked up at Angel, squeezing his hand. This was what you wanted, for Angel to come and sweep you off your feet. You were apprehensive, but you were willing to give it a shot. You do love Angel and you have to trust him. Promises that he gave you was something he didn’t say easily. You knew it wasn’t going to be easy, but as long as you had Angel, you were going to be fine.

“I love you,” you leaned over to press your lips on his. “Please don’t break my heart.”

“If I can help it, I would never,” Angel pulled you towards him, and you were now seated on his lap. “How’s my baby doing?” He placed his hand on your stomach, caressing it.

“Good, growing,” you fondly smiled. 

“So who the fuck is Alex?”

You laughed. “I was just messing with you, I was hoping you would decide to leave if you heard me say another man’s name.”

“No, I wasn’t going to fucking leave till I had his address and last name.” Angel scoffed. “Do you not fucking know me? You’re my girl.”

“You know you’re the only one.”

Angel sat outside of Carniceria Reyes, looking at the papers in his hands. He knew he fucked up, knew he should have been better, but he never thought you would walk away and actually had the guts to shut him out. 

‘DIVORCE AGREEMENT’

But you did. 

Not only did you shut him out, but you filed for divorce. 

“Shit,” EZ saw the papers in Angel’s hand over his shoulder and sighed. 

 It’s been eight months since the whole Potter ordeal with Kevin and ever since, Angel’s marriage has been suffering. He began to drift from his wife and spent more time with the rebels. At first, you were very supportive of Angel’s cause, you wanted him away from the cartel as well, to focus on whatever else the MC decided to do. But things changed, especially when you found out Adelita or Luisa, was pregnant with Angel’s child.  

“This is not fucking happening,” Angel was in denial. EZ just disclosed to him that he knew who killed their mother and now, his wife wanted a divorce. 

 “Are you really surprised though?” EZ knew they were still in shaky grounds, but Angel was too naive at times. How could he be surprised with you requesting for a divorce? Angel shut you out and let Adelita in and unfortunately for Angel, you weren’t going to stand by this time around. He had never strayed from you and the one time he did, it destroyed you. 

Finally, six months ago, you walked away and Angel let you. He didn’t even try to argue with you, he just let you go. 

It broke you, it hurt, but you had to accept it. For your own sanity, you had to walk away. You moved back to Temecula, staying away from Angel. He’s been contacting you, but you didn’t answer him. You two were done. The first time you even contacted him was informing him that you will be sending over divorce papers and that you would appreciate it if he just signed the papers. You didn’t want anything, just your freedom.

He called your bluff, thinking you were joking, but he was gravely mistaken. 

“I don’t really fucking need this right now, Ezekiel.” Angel flipped him off. “Blow me.”

“Well tough shit, what did you expect? For her to let you walk all over her? How can you do that to her?” EZ didn’t mean to be scolding his brother, but this was the wake up call he should have given him months ago. EZ and Felipe hoped you two would work it out, but at the same time, they understood why you walked away. They didn’t know Adelita was pregnant, but they definitely knew that Angel had cheated on you. 

“Ezekiel, you can literally go fuck yourself.” Angel stood up, throwing his cigarette butt to the ground, stomping on it with the heel of his feet. “I’m not signing these papers. Where is she?” Angel knew that you kept in contact with EZ and his father. They came to visit you every once in a while however, Angel never tried to insert himself because he had a strong belief you would come back. 

“Come on Angel, just let her go.”

“No. Fuck off Ezekiel, this is my marriage, not yours.”

“Yeah? You don’t act like your fucking married.” EZ knew this would piss Angel off and he was definitely right.

Angel grabbed his shirt, pulling his brother close to his face. “I’m gonna warn you one last time, shut the fuck up.”

 “Angel!” He heard his father’s scolding tone. He let go of EZ, pushing him away. 

Felipe picked up the papers and shook his head. “Just let her go Angel, you caused her enough pain.” 

“How can you say that to me? She’s my wife, nothing is going to change that.”

“But something did, you did. You let her go.” Felipe grimaced, handing the envelope to Angel. “If you truly love her, you’d let her go son. She deserves to be happy.”

“I made her happy.”

“Made, past tense.” EZ pointed out.

 Angel narrowed his eyes at his brother and then his father. “I see as always, golden boy and pops are on the same team.”

“Angel, it’s not like that. Why fight for her now? She’s been gone six months, you never asked for her.” Felipe didn’t want Ezekiel and Angel fighting again. Hell, he didn’t want to fight with his eldest again. 

“Because, she was supposed to come back. But she never did and I don’t know what to do with myself. I made a mistake, a big mistake.” The envelope weighed heavy in his hand. “Pops, come on, where is she?” 

“Pops don’t do it,” 

“Shut up EZ.” 

“She’s at Temecula with her brother. He’s out of town due to a business conference, perfect time to go see her.” Felipe went inside and wrote down her address, came back out and handed it to EZ. “Just go easy on her.’

Angel’s eyebrows furrowed, unsure of his comment. “She got someone new?” 

“No, just, control your temper.” 

 ==================

You yawned, walking around your brother’s empty home. He was still a bachelor but you hoped that he was going to marry his current girlfriend. It seemed that it was heading that way and you just hoped that if they do get married, it didn’t end like yours. 

Grabbing a bottle, you grabbed some breast milk from the freezer, defrosting it. Once it was ready, you transferred it onto a bottle and walked over to your four month old son, Anthony. When you left Angel, you were six months pregnant. You were showing, but he never noticed. How could he? He was always with her. But that was fine, she could have him. You were done. He knew that cheating was a deal breaker for you, he couldn’t recover from this. 

Picking up your son, you placed the bottle at his lips, which he gladly accepted. You breast fed him, but you were slowly using the bottle for him as well. You know you should have brought Anthony to meet Angel, it was selfish of you, but you couldn’t face Angel. Besides, he was having a child with someone else, he could have a family there. 

The doorbell rang making you frown. Anthony was drifting off and the doorbell woke him. 

“Ugh, this better not be one of those people selling insurance.” You made your way over to the door and looked into the peephole and you almost dropped your son. “Fuck,” you cussed under your breath. 

“Y/N, come on, open up.” He called out. 

What was Angel doing here? He didn’t know where you were. But maybe his family finally broke and told him. Maybe he got the divorce agreement and wanted to clarify some details. It was pretty simple. You didn’t want anything besides for him to sign the damn thing. 

You weren’t ready to see him, especially with your son in your arms. But, you had no choice. You know Angel won’t go away.

Opening the door, his eyes immediately landed on Anthony. “What the fuck?” 

“Why are you here?”

“Why am I here? What the fuck is this?” Angel knew there was no way you had a child and hid it from him. This had to be your brother’s kid. Your brother got around, it could have been anyone’s kid, anyone but his. Because you would have told him, furthermore, you wouldn’t file for a divorce if you two had a kid. 

“Please don’t raise your voice, he’s almost asleep.” You begged as you both trained your eyes on your son. Anthony’s eyes were fluttering close. He moved, snuggling onto your breast further. 

He closed the door behind him as you walked over to the room you shared with Anthony. Angel followed you, watching as you softly rocked him to sleep before placing him inside his crib once he was asleep. Turning the baby monitor, you left the door ajar, facing Angel who was leaning on the wall. He followed you over to the kitchen, which was far enough for Anthony to not hear your normal tone of voice, but close enough that could make your way to the room if he cried. 

“Please do not tell me that’s my child.” 

“Why, cause it’s not your precious Luisa’s child? Don’t worry from my understanding in a few months, she’ll be having your child.” You began to wash the dishes, wanting to keep your hands occupied so you didn’t throw anything at him. “So what are you doing here?”

“I received the papers, you’re fucking insane if you think I’m going to sign it.” 

“Angel, this is the only thing I want from you, why can’t you grant me this?” 

“Because, I’m not letting you go. It’s till death do us part.” Angel was being selfish, he knew it. When he found out Adelita was pregnant, he was delighted, but that dread sunk in. He was married and he wasn’t having a child with you, it was with another woman who enticed him. This was all on him, he fucked up. Which was the reason he decided to tell you. He chose to tell you hoping that it would ease the pain, that you would have given him some credit for being truthful. It obviously backfired since you kicked him out of the house. You let him back in, as it was his home as well, but Angel could tell you weren’t the same. Instead of reaching out, instead of fixing things, he moved towards Luisa more. But then, it was more out of spite. He was going to fix things with you, but he gave you some space to just let it all out. Once you would be more reasonable he would speak to you. He planned on telling you that he was staying with you and he would co-parent with Luisa, but otherwise, it was done between them. He wanted to be with you. He made a moment slip of judgment and he regretted it, but he wouldn’t turn away from his own child. 

“Well, you're dead  to me, so I guess that counts.” You informed him. He was dead to you. The Angel you fell in love with wasn’t there anymore. The whole thing with EZ, Potter, the cartel, and the rebels, it changed Angel. You were done. You were very open to him seeing his son, but otherwise, you were done. “If you want to see your son, that’s within your rights, but I have full custody, I won’t settle for anything less.”

“Full custody? Son? You were pregnant?” Angel’s voice raised, then he remembered the sleeping infant in the other room. He breathed deeply and shook his head. “No, that’s not possible because you would have told me.”

“Look, I fucked up, I can admit that. I was being spiteful and I didn’t tell you about your son, but he’s here. Anthony Felipe Reyes.” You had a small smile on your lips, thinking of the only bright spot during this difficult time. “I don’t expect you to be involved, and if you want to be, you are more than welcome to be a part of his life. But it is different from our relationship. I want a divorce, Angel. Nothing is going to change that.”

“How can you not tell me? I know you were upset, but you left me. Why didn’t you come back to me? You’re still my main priority, you’re my wife.” 

“Am I? You sure haven’t treated me as such lately.” You scoffed. “I don’t want to fight Angel, it’s a moot point now. I want a divorce and that’s the only thing I want from you.” 

“I’m not signing those papers, Y/N, listen, I fucked up. I’m sorry, but please don’t leave me, I will do anything to have you back.” Angel closed his eyes, holding onto the kitchen counter, watching as your back was turned to him, washing dishes. “What do I have to do?”

“Nothing,” you turned the water off, turning to face Angel, crossing your arms over your chest. “There’s nothing you can do to fix this. You cheated on me Angel, you broke your vows. At first, I thought that maybe I can move past it, but she’s having your child. I found out the same day you told me that she was pregnant, but I was obviously much further along than her. I was six months along when you told me.” 

Angel’s heart broke hearing your admission. You walked away, fully knowing that you were pregnant with his child. But instead of letting him know, you walked away. In some ways, he couldn’t blame you, he hasn’t been a good husband and he ripped your heart out. 

But that didn’t mean you should have kept his son from him. 

“How can you do this? Would you have told me that I had a child? Does my brother know? Does pop know?” 

“They just found out, they didn’t deliberately hide it from you Angel. They visited me unexpectedly and I couldn’t hide Anthony. I knew as soon as they knew you had a child, they would tell you. Your family loves you Angel, they truly do.” You didn’t want Angel to be further aggravated towards his father and brother. Their relationship was rocky at best, you wanted them to all get along. 

“Were you going to tell me?”

“Yes, it states it on the divorce agreement, I was giving you visitation rights.” You knew Angel didn’t read the agreement whatsoever, which was what you expected. 

“And you expect me to what? Sign the papers and be cool with you and my son staying here while I’m at Santo Padre.” Angel scoffed, trying his best to now yell out. He was frustrated, he may have been late, but he wanted to fix things between you two. 

“You have your son with Adelita, Luisa, whatever the fuck her name is. This isn’t on me, you fucked up. Actions have consequences Angel. I will never take away your right as a father, but I won’t stay with you for our son. I don’t need him growing up in such a toxic environment.”

“Toxic environment? What are you talking about? He has two parents who fucking love him and who love one another.” 

“You just don’t get it,” you sighed. “I can’t be with you. I can’t forget what you did. Before, especially when I found out I was pregnant, I thought I could swallow it, but I couldn’t. I’ve been there for you for the last eleven years. When your mother died, EZ was sent to jail, everything. If you were tired of me, you could have just asked me to go Angel.” You felt the tears well up in your eyes then. Looking up at Angel, you used to feel so much love for the man, but now, it wasn’t the same. All the love you had for him, you transferred to your son. He was your main priority now. 

“I wasn’t, baby,” Angel made his way over to you, but you held your hand up, shaking your head. “Y/N, please, give me another chance. I should have fought for you months ago and I’m an idiot, I’m sorry. But please, give me another chance. We have a son now, we have to think about him.”

“And I am Angel, which is why I’m giving you visitation rights. I won’t fall for this again Angel, you have your opportunity to be with her now, take it.”

“I don’t want to be with her!” Angel yelled out. 

The faint crying was heard through the baby monitor that was on the kitchen counter. You glared at him and made your way over to Anthony. You picked him up, slowly rocked to get him to go back to sleep. He immediately ceased his cries when you had him in your arms. Angel watched from the doorway, not knowing what to do. You gestures for Angel to make his way over to you. 

You were hesitant, but this was his child, so you handed him over. Angel looked frightened. But as he looked at the baby in his arms, his heart swelled. Anthony looked up at his father, his little arm reaching up to him. Angel took his little hand, that wrapped around one of his fingers. Angel felt the tears in his eyes then. He looked up at you and you saw the tears sliding down his cheeks. You were crying already, seeing this moment was quite overwhelming for you.

“Baby, we have a son.” Angel said in awe. “I wasn’t there for you, I should have ran after you.” 

“It doesn’t matter now Angel, our priority is Anthony.” You still kept your distance, not wanting to be near Angel. “I truly do love you Angel, but I don’t see this working. I can never trust you, you broke my trust, you broke me. Just let me go Angel.”

“What about me? I can’t live without you. I made a mistake, but she’s not the person I want. If I could take it back, I would, but I can’t.” Angel held Anthony closed and he saw that he was falling asleep once again his tiny hand still wrapped around one of his fingers. “I miss you, so fucking much.”

“What’s done is done Angel.” You refused to break. You had to do this, for yourself, for Anthony. Angel never had any regard for you when he decided to cheat on you. Instead of running after you stayed with her. How can you trust him that he won’t do it again? “I’m giving you your freedom, take it.”

“I don’t want it. I want to be with you, I want our family to be complete. 

You hated Angel’s stubbornness, but there was nothing that would change your mind. 

“You have two months to sign it, if you don’t, I’ll figure out a way to push it through.”

“So that’s it? You’re done, just like that.” Angel’s defense mechanisms were coming in and you knew it. But it won’t work this time.

“Yeah, I am. You were done before me.”

Angel placed Anthony inside his crib. He walked over to you. 

“This isn’t over.”

“You can believe that all you want, but it is for me.”

Angel looked at you one last time before walking out of the house. If Angel was one thing, he was persistent. His family was going to be complete, he’ll win you back. 

He may not have fought for you before.

Which was a mistake.

But he will now.  

==================

Looking at your watch, you began to become worried as Angel still wasn’t home. Even though he didn’t usually come home at a decent hour, you would think that during your birthday, your old man would make it a fucking mission to get home on time. Instead, you already blew out your candle and ate the dinner you made for both of you, or at least what you could have since your appetite truly wasn’t there. You’ve been with Angel for a little over five years now, the last 3 of it you’ve been engaged. 

Why haven’t you pulled the trigger?

Can’t really say. 

There were many factors that played a part. One was the fact you went to medical school as soon as you and Angel became engaged. Thankfully, you were accepted to UC San Diego and wasn’t too far from Angel. With your medical school education ending this year and moving on to residency, which thankfully, was at UC San Diego once again, you were thinking that maybe before residency, you and Angel could get married. But with everything going on with the club and the cartel, most recently, Los Olvidados, then maybe another three or so years till you could get married. 

Currently, you were sitting eating your ice cream cake as you watched the latest episode of Tiger King. It was your guilty pleasure, that bitch Carole Baskin. You chuckled at yourself as you shoved another spoonful of ice cream in your mouth. It was rare for Angel to miss your birthday. While you were angry at first, now you were worried. He also hasn’t been answering your phone calls, but he could be at the other side. You would call Coco, Gilly or EZ, but you knew that those four were always together. 

“Stupid Angel, stupid EZ.” You murmured to yourself. 

You met Angel through EZ since you two were classmates in Stanford. You and Angel didn’t immediately hit it off, but you two didn’t hate each other. He was EZ’s older brother and you knew better than to mess with your friend’s older siblings. But one thing led to another and you were now engaged to Angel. For some reason, your mother was absolutely in love with Angel and your older brother took a liking to Angel since they bonded over guns. It was a weird dynamic, but you loved it. 

As the next episode of Tiger King was about to start, your door burst open with Gilly assisting Angel inside. 

“What the fuck?!” You yelled out as you saw Angel’s blood soaked shirt and his face that was bruised up, with dried blood at the corner of his lips. “Are you fucking kiding me right now?”

“Y/N, we know this looks bad, but half the blood on his shirt is not even his.” Coco tried to calm you, which just earned him a glare. He held his hands up and instructed EZ to close your door.

“Hey baby,” Angel greeted before letting out a groan as Gilly sat him down on one of the dining table chairs. “Happy birthday.”

“Don’t,” you walked over to the guest room you and Angel had at your apartment, taking out the medial kit you kept in the event the club needed you or Angel was being an idiot. When you got back outside, Coco and Gilly were out in your patio smoking while EZ was helping clean Angel’s wounds. “Do I even want to know?”

EZ chuckled. “Your man has a smart mouth, got himself hit.” 

“The truth EZ.”

“That is the truth, we ran into trouble across the border. Angel was a smart ass, got hit a few times and cut by a knife.” EZ was telling the truth. He was thankful that Adelita saved them cause otherwise, he wasn’t sure where Angel would be right now or himself for that matter. 

You narrowed your eyes at Angel who gave you that annoying smile of his. “You still love me right?” 

“That’s debatable.” You took out a suturing kit so you could suture Angel’s wound. “Take off your shirt, and don’t be smart, I’ll give you another bruise on that face of yours.”

Angel took off his shirt as you asked and you assessed the wounds, thankful that it was just superficial. A few stitches would definitely benefit it. Usually, you would have a sterile field, but since you were working with these assholes, there was no need, it wasn’t like you could get some anyway. Putting on some gloves, you instructed Angel to lay down on the bed in the guest bedroom. His blood was not getting on the new comforter you got for your room. Nope. Not today Satan.

He grimaced as he laid down, but kept mum, not wanting to upset you further. Hell, he was upset too. He missed your birthday and he had this extravagant plan to whisk you away for a few days to Lake Arrowhead. He knew you needed a break, a break from everything that was going on and truthfully, so did he. 

“I love you,” Angel told you as you began to suture his wound. He flinched, hating the fact he couldn’t have some anesthesia, but he knew you would enjoy repairing his wound without it.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” You scolded him.

“I wasn’t thinking mi amor,” Angel really wasn’t. All he wanted was to get rid of that heroin that Adelita had stolen from Galindo. Now, he was paying for it and he was pissed. The last thing he wanted was to miss your birthday especially since he missed it last year. Though, you weren’t in town then and it was completely out of his hands, but this year was going to be different. He wanted to take you to Lake Arrowhead, where your family and friends were waiting, so you two could get married. 

This was the one thing he wanted to do for you after everything you two have been through. He was honestly surprised you two have lasted this long, but he was thankful you didn’t give up on him. This wasn’t about his insecurities or whatnot, but he definitely didn’t think he deserved to have someone as patient as you were with him. At times, you did want to strangle him and he would have let you, but he knew you two were meant to be together. If all these illegal activities and uncertainties didn’t drive you away, you two were in it for the long run. 

Not like Angel would let you go anyway. 

“Of course you weren’t,” you closed up the laceration, shaking your head. “You’re such an idiot, how can you put yourself on the line like that?!”

“Baby, I had to help Adelita, the longer I had those keys, the more paranoid I became.” 

“Yes, Adelita,” you rolled your eyes, placing a gauze on top of the wound on his forehead. “Should I be worried?”

“What?” Angel wasn’t sure if he heard her correctly, sitting up causing him to hiss in pain. 

“About Adelita, should I be worried?”

Angel shook his head. “I don’t know, should I be worried about Dr. Youngs?”

You sighed then. You didn’t have a problem with Adelita, you thought her mission was remarkable. But at times, you couldn’t help and be jealous due to Angel’s willingness to do everything for her, even pushing you aside at times. You were human, it happens, but you knew you had nothing to be worried about. Angel has always been faithful and he wasn’t going to stray now. 

“Are you serious right now?” 

“Well are you fucking serious right now?”

“How can you even ask that?”

“I can say the same to you querida. You honestly think I would fuck up our relationship? I told you what it is, it’s to help the MC get away from the fucking cartel.” 

“And you know he’s my attending physician, he’s a great guy, but he’s also engaged.”

“That doesn’t mean shit, I saw how he looked at you.” 

“You are such a fucking prick, Angel. You can’t come in here saying stupid shit like that after you missed my fucking birthday.” You fumed as you took the tray that had all the items you used to clean Angel up. “EZ! Can you take this tray and dispose of it, please?” 

EZ came, immediately taking the tray. It’s not like the other three men didn’t hear your argument, the door was wide open. And no matter how close you were to them, their loyalty would always lie with Angel. Walking out of the room, they all gave you smiles. 

“Happy birthday Y/N, we’re sorry Angel is a dipshit.” Gilly gave you a hug, which you returned. 

“Happy birthday, if you want we’ll take him off your hands and let you have some quiet time.” Coco offered after he gave you a hug.

You shook your head. “It’s fine, he can sleep in the guest bedroom.” Looking back at Angel who was now standing up, you narrowed your eyes as he gave you his annoying smirk. 

“You look so fucking hot when your mad.” You knew he was going to say something stupid, it was always paired with that smirk.

His three brothers groaned at Angel’s comment, knowing it wasn’t going to help his situation. 

“You can go fuck yourself Angel,” you flipped him off. “Do I still look hot to you?”

“Got even hotter baby,” he knew he was in deep shit, but if you were bantering with him, he must not be in too deep. He gave you a kiss, which you couldn’t really avoid since hitting him would cause him further pain. 

“Happy birthday,” EZ greeted you as well, startling you since you were focused on Angel. “From me, Coco and Gilly.” 

You looked at the envelope in his hand and you raised an eyebrow. Taking the envelope, you opened it and found tickets to see Bruno Mars. You squealed, wrapping your arms around EZ. Giving him a quick squeeze, you made your round towards Coco and Gilly.

Angel watched you, leaning against the wall. He smiled, happy that you enjoyed the idea he gave those fuckers. He was in the dog house right now and he knew giving you your present wouldn’t exactly relieve him of his sins. 

“You guys are more than welcome to stay, but I have some errands to do tomorrow.” You turned around, Angel semi-blocking your way to your room. “Don’t even think about coming to the room tonight.”

“You look even hotter when you threaten me.”

You rolled your eyes and brushed past Angel. He watched you until the door obscured his view. Looking back at his brothers they just shook their heads. 

“What? She loves me, she’ll forgive me.” 

“Or she’ll slit your throat.”

You tossed and turned, annoyed that you couldn’t get comfortable. You heard them laughing outside for a few hours before it died down. The television was still on, that much you knew, so the boys most likely decided to stay. You hated that you couldn’t sleep without Angel. If you were extremely exhausted you could, but with the adrenaline you got after he came home injured, you couldn’t sleep. You knew he was okay, but hundreds of thoughts came through your head. What if he wasn’t okay? What if today was the time he wouldn’t come back. It was a vicious cycle every time Angel wasn’t around you, you worried about him constantly. One of the reasons you were thankful that you decided to become a doctor was so you could save Angel’s life just so you could kill him with your bare hands. 

The door opening broke you out of your thoughts and you immediately closed your eyes. Your back was turned to the door, but you knew only one person would be coming in. The door closed once again and you stayed still, not sure if Angel decided to just peak in or if he actually came in. Your question was answered when you felt a dip on your bed. 

“Baby?” He softly shook you. 

You chose to ignore him, not wanting to have an argument about his stupidity. 

“Come on baby, I’m sorry,” he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against him. “I know you’re awake. All the Tiger King episodes were watched, come on, talk to me.”

“You missed my birthday.”

“I know I did, and I’m sorry.” Angel placed a kiss on your neck.

You turned to face him, his arms still around you. 

“I’m upset you got hurt most of all.”

“I know you are, but I’m okay, I came home to you.”

“What if you didn’t?” 

Angel frowned. He cupped your face, softly rubbing your cheek with his thumb. He placed a kiss on your lips and then one on your forehead. 

“If I can help it, I will always stay alive for you.”

You began to cry then and Angel panicked. “Mi dulce, why are you crying?”

“Cause you’re such an idiot and I hate you.” You closed the distance between you two, wrapping your arms around him. “I love you so much Angel, I don’t know what I would do without you. Every time you come home looking as you did today, it always scares the shit out of me.”

“I’m sorry amor, I promise I wasn’t trying to upset you.” He buried his nose in your hair, holding you tight against him. “I act on impulse, it’s a habit, I’m really trying to be better.”

“Can you try harder? Our kid is going to need you.”

“Of course, anything for our kid.” He froze then, pulling away from you. “Wait, what?”

“I’m pregnant Angel, I’m 3 months along.” You happily shared with him.

“Holy shit, we’re pregnant?” He sat up, a smile spreading across his lips. “We’re having a fucking baby.” He breathed out.

You took out the present you’ve had for him. It was in your bedside drawer, in a rectangular box. You handed over to him and sure enough, it was a positive pregnancy test. 

“Baby, holy fuck,” he enveloped you in his embrace, kissing the side of your head. “We’re gonna have a baby,” he felt the tears welling up as excitement coarse through his body. He always wondered how it would be to have a child with you, someone who had your smile, your eyes, your nose, just your everything. And now, he didn’t have to wonder any further. “Shit, I gotta tell the guys.”

You laughed as Angel was basically skipping out of your room to inform his brothers that you were having a baby. 

Angel looked at you from across the clubhouse as you chatted with Coco and Riz. He didn’t want to bring you to the clubhouse, but you insisted on going, wanting to take your mind off your current predicament. Looking at you, it didn’t even appear as if you had just lost your beloved grandmother. You called Angel earlier in the day, crying hysterically. He immediately went over to your apartment and helped you plan out a trip to Los Angeles where your grandmother was going to be buried.

He was coming of course.

He couldn’t leave you alone.

You’ve known one another for 8 years now, just around the time that EZ was locked up. And recently, you two just became an item after much coercing from the other Mayans members. You appreciated their interference since Angel could self sabotage his relationships from time to time. He was about to do it with you, but thankfully he didn’t. He was extremely thankful that he didn’t let you go, cause that would have been a big mistake.

Angel walked over to you, placing his arms around you as he kissed your neck.

“Hey baby,” you greeted, turning your head so you could give him a kiss.

“You having fun?” Angel questioned before nodding his head at Riz and Coco as a greeting.

“Yes,” you smiled, but it didn’t reach your eyes. Angel would take it for now.

Angel returned your smile before giving you a kiss on the cheek.

“Y/N was telling us that you two were thinking of getting a place together.” Coco was happy that his best friend got his head out of his ass. For a moment, he thought you were going to end up with that asshole from your job. Well, he wasn’t an asshole, but Angel was Coco’s brother, everyone else failed in comparison. He was biased, but he didn’t give a shit.

“That’s the plan,” Angel smirked. “She can’t go on without me for too long.”

You genuinely laughed at that, playfully elbowing his stomach.

“Hey! No need for violence,” Angel continued to tease you.

This was what you needed. Losing your grandmother was a blow for you especially since you two were so close growing up. Your mother worked often, so it was mostly you and your grandmother who were around your home in Los Angeles. She was the reason you decided to be a nurse instead of a baker. Your grandmother was a nurse until she was 70 years old. She became part time after you were born, but she still came in and worked. The fact that she was found down and alone truly broke your heart. You should have been there for her. Instead, fresh out of nursing school, you took a job at Santo Padre and you couldn’t be there for her.

“You’re such a pain in the ass.” You playful rolled your eyes, trying to distract yourself again.

“But I’m you’re pain in the ass.”

“So, any hot nursing friends you can bring around here?” Riz inquired.

Coco chuckled, but nodded his head in agreement. “Yes, share the wealth. Angel can’t be the only one getting laid.”

You laughed, shaking your head at these two dorks. “Unless you like them old and married, sure.”

“There no other new nurses there?” Gilly joined in the conversation.

“Nope, I’m the youngest one. I think a few might come later, but so far just me.”

“I mean, I don’t discriminate.” Coco commented, making all of you voice out your displeasure with his comment. “What? I don’t.”

“You’re sick man,” Angel shook his head. “You ready to go baby?”

“We can stay longer if you want,” you turned to face him then. You didn’t want to go home, you wanted to get shit faced drunk so you can just sleep and not have to wallow about your grandmother’s passing.

“We’ll drink more at your place, I just want to have you home.” Angel knew what you wanted to do, but sometimes, alcohol isn’t the answer to everything.

Saying your goodbyes, Angel walked you to your car, opening the door for you. You slid in, turning on your car. Pressing the button to put the windows down, Angel’s arms rested on your window that was all the way down.

“I’ll follow you home.” He gave you a kiss before moving away to get on his bike.

Once he was on his bike, you made your way out of the scrapyard and towards your home. You rode with the music as loud as you can take, listening to any happy song you could find. It didn’t matter, your head wasn’t really in it. You pulled up to your apartment complex, pulling in your spot, with Angel parking a few cars down.

You waited for him by your car and when he got to you, he intertwined your hands and made your way to your apartment. Angel grabbed the keys from you and opened the door. Once you were both inside, he locked the door.

He took off his kutte as you took off your dress, leaving you in bras and panties. He watched as you slipped inside your room and onto your bed. Making his way to your kitchen, he grabbed 2 beers before joining you in your room. You already had Netflix fired up and browsing through the comedy section. You clicked on Despicable Me just as Angel sat down beside you. He took off his shoes before slipping under the covers with you.

“You have too much clothes on,” you commented as he handed you the beer.

Angel laughed. “You up for a round baby?”

“No, I just like feeling your skin.”

Angel took off his clothes, leaving just his boxer on. Slipping under the covers once more, you wrap yourself around him. He placed a kiss on your forehead.

Not even 15 minutes in, you fell asleep against Angel. He began dozing off then. When he next woke up, he was startled by your constant moving. Looking over at you, he could tell you were in distress as you cried out. Softly shaking you, your eyes open, sitting up immediately.

“You okay querida?” Angel cupped your face in his hands, wiping your tears away. “It was just a bad dream,” he tried to calm you as best as he could.

You looked at him, lips quivering. Your tears fell then, a sob escaping your lips. Angel grimaced watching you fall apart in front of him. You crawled onto his lap, his arms immediately wrapping around you just as yours wrapped around him. He rubbed your back as you cried on the crook of his neck. Hearing you cry was one of the most heartbreaking things he’s had to hear. It pained him especially since there was really nothing he could do besides be there for you.

“Just let it all out.”

“She was all alone,” you wailed out. “I should have been there for her.”

Angel frowned, not knowing that this was what you were beating yourself about. “Y/N, I get it, you’re upset, but there was nothing you could have done. No one knew this was going to happen. She knows that if you could be there, you would have.”

“You don’t get it.”

“I do, you don’t think that it killed me to know that my mom was all alone when she was killed? The guilt that I carried around was as great as EZ. I was supposed to protect her, I’m her eldest child, but instead she was killed and there was nothing I could do about it.” You knew Angel’s mother was killed, this was something you two had discussed before when you were treating him at the hospital. The Mayans didn’t usually do hospitals, but it wasn’t an illegal activity that got Angel hurt, it was fixing one of the cars at the shop, so he came in to get a laceration repair. You were the nurse assisting the doctor and cleaned his wounds from him. That was 3 years ago. From then on you were on Angel’s radar and you never went away.

“I’m sorry,”

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” He wiped your tears that were still falling from your eyes. You were trying your best to calm down, breathing in and out. “Your grandmother wouldn’t want you to be upset like this. We can’t control things like this, she loves you, you meant the world to her.”

“It’s just hard,” you buried your face at the crook of his neck again, Angel laid back laying you on top of him. “Stay. Please.”

“I’ll always be here for you, you’re stuck with me now.”

You both smiled at his comment. And it was true, you were stuck with Angel now through thick and thin.

Especially since you were carrying his child.

You sighed, looking at your watch for the umpteenth time. Angel was going to be furious.  You had told Angel that you were getting out of work at seven and would be home by nine. Well, it was nine now and you knew Angel was worried sick. You didn’t have your personal cell phone with you, but you did have your work phone, which you didn’t give to Angel for numerous reasons. The last thing you needed was to be distracted during a mission though, worrying about Angel’s mood was really not helping matters.

Looking into the scope, you watched as your commanding officer, Cole, the same one that dealt with those white supremacist in Santo Padre, was making his exchange with some douchebag drug lord. It was the heroin that Cole had bought off from Angel. It was conflicting of interest, you knew that, but you connected them together since Angel was in a tough spot.

You met Angel through Coco, who was a war buddy of yours, serving in Iraq together. After being discharged, you had reconnected with Coco and met Angel then. You two had been dating for two years and have known one another for six. It took you some time to warm up to the idea of dating Angel, especially since you were gone often due to mercenary work you do with Cole. But, he broke you down and you two were now living together. He didn’t even know what you did for a living till recently when the ‘let’s put everything on the table’ talk occurred. It definitely felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders, but at the same time, Angel fretted over you constantly. It was endearing, but it could get to be much at times, like he couldn’t trust you to save your own fucking life. 

“Bullet, watch the surroundings, I don’t have a good feeling about this.” You heard your teammate, Ross advised. This made you groan since Ross always had such a good inkling for situations going south.

“Movement on the northwestern corner,” you warned. “I see 5 bodies.”

“6,” you heard.

You paused. That wasn’t through your comms. You felt the gun then, pressing against your skull. Looking up, you found a man, dressed in all black with his face covered. 

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” you murmured. Letting go of your gun, you slowly made your way to a standing position, not trying to alert the man that currently held a gun to your head. 

“Americans, can’t trust them.” He spat out. 

“Yeah well, can’t say I blame us since you have a gun to my head.” You retorted. 

“You’re beautiful for a sicario, I can put that smart mouth to good use.” You couldn’t see his face, but you know this bastard was smiling. 

You giggled then. “You think so?” Hearing the gunshots outside and your team shouting out directions through the comms, you knew you had to dispose of this guy quickly. “I’m sure I can put that mouth to good use as well.”

Pushing the gun away, you punched the guy causing him to let go of his gun. Before he could even scramble to retrieve his weapon, you took out a knife you had hidden in your boots, climbing on his back. Without a moment's hesitation, you stabbed the guy right in his neck, assuring that he would no longer trouble you. Getting a few more stabs in for good measure, you took your knife out of his neck, wiping it with the man's mask which you had removed. Placing it back in your boots, you made your way back to your position and took out both men that were standing by Cole, holding a gun to his head. He flashed you a thumbs up before surveying the area that you knew had your other two teammates. 

They were thankfully okay. 

Quickly you packed your gun up and made your way down the building. As you were exiting, you felt the wind knocked out of you, causing you to fall back, dropping your weapon. Looking up, you see three men, one with a baseball bat and the other two with knives. You were almost certain you broke a rib as it was painful every breath you took. 

“You okay Bullet?” You heard Cole ask.

“Negative,” you replied. “But I will be soon.” 

The man yielding the bat hit your stomach once more, causing you to groan and roll away from them. They made their way towards you, menace in their eyes. You slightly chuckled, taking out the gun you had on your back. 

“Knives and bats don’t beat bullets.” Quickly, you shot the three men, headshots for a quick kill. They fell to the ground as quickly as they came. 

“I think it’s ridiculous how accurate you are when it comes to shooting people.” Cole said from the doorway with his gun drawn in case he had to take anyone out.

“Yes well, they don’t call me Bullet for nothing,” you wanted to laugh, but it hurt too much. “May have broken a rib or two.” Cold helped you up.

“Reyes’ not going to be happy.” 

And you knew Cole was right, your boyfriend was definitely not going to be happy.

You groaned as Carla bandaged up your middle. One of the beautiful things about being a mercenary was having the right connections. You had your xray done at one of the urgent care’s that Cole helped out on the outskirts of Banning, CA. Nothing too concerning. Just a few broken ribs, but otherwise, you were good as new. Your phone was constantly vibrating, but you didn’t want to answer it. You should have, just to ease his worries, but you couldn’t exactly reach for it since it would be far too painful. 

“You have to answer him some time.” Cole commented as he watched Carla finish bandaging you up.

“Thanks Carla, you’re the best.”

“Yeah, yeah, you both are a pain in my ass.” You knew she was kidding, but there was still some seriousness in her tone. She handed you some pain pills. “This will help take the pain away.”

“If we’re honest, Cole is the pain since he’s the one who gets us all in trouble.” 

“You’re such a bitch,” he shook his head, a smile on his lips.

Your phone vibrated again, this time, Cole answered it, earning a death glare from you. He smirked and you took the phone from him.

“Hey baby,” you greeted.

“Where the fuck are you?” Angel angrily questioned. 

“Banning, I had to get bandaged up. Before you say anything, I know I said I was going to be home at 9, I didn’t think this recon was going to take this long.” You wanted to plead your case before he even started. Angel could be unreasonable when it came to you.

“You could have texted me on your work phone Y/N, I’ve been worried sick.” Angel paused. “What the fuck were you thinking?”

“To be fair I was thinking about you the whole time, especially how sorry I am that I didn’t let you know we were going to take long.”

“Wait a minute, bandaged up? What happened to you?” You noticed that his tone changed from angry to worry, it was like 100 to 0, stepping on the brakes to avoid an accident type of change.

“I got hit with a bat, broke a few ribs, nothing too crazy.”

“You’re fucking insane, you’re driving me fucking insane. I’m coming to get you.” You heard him rummaging around, most likely for his keys. 

“No, it’s fine, Cole is going to drop me off. Just wait for me at home.” 

“You’re going to give me a fucking heart attack. I’ll see you later.”

Angel hung up then. You sighed, shaking your head. There wasn’t even an ‘I love you’. “It’s going to be a long night.” You laughed, but quickly stopped as the pain was sharp. “This next few weeks are going to suck.”

“Well, you’ll have time to recover, can’t have you in the field in this state.” Cole helped you down from the examination bed. 

“Cole, I literally shoot people from building tops, I think I’ll be fine.” You argued. You didn’t like not doing anything. Though, you could go to your other job, which was a front for this, but at the same time, you would miss the action far too much. 

“Don’t be stubborn,” Cole scolded. “This is for your own good. Besides, Reyes is not going to let you out of his sight.” 

“Yeah, you’re right.” You sighed, not looking forward to the argument between you two. “Mind if I stay at your place tonight?”

“Nice try kid, come on, I got to drop you off at Santo Padre still.” 

Cole drove you home, though, everything was a blur to you since the pain killers were definitely kicking in. Your door opened and you knew immediately it was Angel just by his scent alone. No painkiller was going to mask that. You heard him exchange a few words with Cole, nothing hostile, but you weren’t exactly sure what they were saying. Angel carried you to your shared apartment and laid you in bed. 

“Baby,” you called out to him.

“We’ll talk tomorrow, just get some rest.” He kissed your forehead. 

Sleep enveloped you rather quickly. When you opened your eyes next, the sun was out and the pain was back.

“Ow,” you groaned, carefully turning to see if it would help your pain. It provided some relief, but not much. 

“That’s what you get for not answering your fucking phone.” 

You looked up and found Angel sitting against the headboard, dark circles under his eyes. “You didn’t sleep.” You frowned.

“How can I? I was worried sick something was going to happen to you if I even closed my eyes.” Angel rubbed his eyes, trying to get rid of the tiredness. Since you were up, he felt more at ease. 

“I’m good.” You stubbornly replied even though your left side was aching, the pain becoming sharp when you moved too quickly. 

“Are you?” Angel scoffed. “Because your face says otherwise.”

Looking up at him, Angel was wearing a black tank top. His arms were crossed over his chest, accentuating his muscles. “You look so fucking hot when your mad.”

“Don’t try and be cute,” Angel’s lips quirked up.

“Nothing I say is going to make it better, I’m sorry.” You sat on his lap, straddling him. “I love you,” you placed kisses all over his face.  

Angel softly grabbed your thighs, letting you place kisses all over him. As angry as he was, he knew you were hurting and being angry wouldn’t do much for you.

“I love you too querida, but can you try to not give me a heart attack? I really don’t like you’re fucking job, but I can live with it since it’s what you love to do.”

“I don’t love killing people,” you sighed. “It’s just what I’m good at.”

“You’re also good at charming people.”

“Only works on you, so doesn't count.”

Angel laughed. “I hate it when you get hurt.”

“So you know how I feel when you go on runs.” You pointed out, wrapping your arms around him, resting your head on his shoulder. 

“Baby, this shit isn’t the same. I go on runs not thinking I’m gonna fucking die. You literally go there knowing there’s a possibility you’re not coming out alive.” He was running his fingers up and down your spine, the motion was incredibly soothing. “You’re the love of my life, I don’t know what I would do if I lost you.”

Your eyes began to feel heavy due to Angel’s ministrations, but you tried to keep them open. Feelings were never you and Angel’s forte, but you two were always able to share things with one another to some extent. You two didn’t believe in sugar coating anything. 

“You’re the love of my life too, I would probably lose my mind if I lost you.” You pulled away looking him in the eyes. “I’m sorry I didn’t call you or text you. I promise next time I will.”

“Simple as that.” 

Angel was thankful for your presence in his life. You two didn’t always get along, but that’s what relationships were all about, up and downs.