since the new season is literally minutes away, quick reminder that i will probably post spoilers for the new episodes and will be tagging all of them #mayans mc spoilers #mayans spoilers, #spoilers
Saturday night parties were very popular among the people who knew about the MC and you were among them through your connection with Angel and EZ. The connection was a bit rough though with Angel because, even though you were there for him for everything and stayed up to talk to him so he could be at ease, he acted like you were nothing in the public eye. Now here you were at the clubhouse, behind Angel as he started talking to Coco and Gilly.
“Nah, man. (Y/N) ain’t really my type,” Angel laughed as he shook his head, “to be honest, she thinks she can control my life,”
“Oh,” Gilly’s eyes widened as he caught sight of you, “ummm, I think you should stop,”
“What? Why?” Angel chuckled but turned around and caught sight of your tear filled eyes as you turned and ran out to your car. He shrugged it off as if it was nothing, but still felt a deep pang in his chest for hurting you.
You were back home and replayed all the nights that you stayed up and even did some late night snack runs for when he called and asked for you to come over. Money was a little tight for you, but you would’ve done anything for Angel though he would never do the same for you. In response to that, you had gotten up out of bed and decided what your makeup was going to be tomorrow and carefully chose your clothes, deciding to show Angel what he missed and how he is never gonna get it back. Lessons were learned and you didn’t regret it.
Hours passed until the party was done and you knew the godforsaken call from Angel would happen. It did soon after you sent a prayer to whoever was up there to not get a call from him, but it went unanswered as you scoffed and begrudgingly answered the phone.
“Hey, preciosa,” Angel whispered.
“Don’t,” you said, “don’t do that shit, not after what happened. It’s so funny because I’m the one you call at night to warm your bed. It’s even funnier when you were literally the only person I ever cared about. I don’t blame you though,” you took a deep breath.
“Querida-” Angel started but you stopped him.
“Nah, I’m the one that bought every lie you told me,” you chuckled humorlessly, “the last time I went to your house, only two nights ago, I didn’t see any of our pictures anymore, but that’s ok now. Just remember that, in the future, I’m going to be the girl you think about when your life moves on and wish that you didn’t fuck shit up,” with that you hung up and put your phone on charger.
Throughout the night, Angel tossed and turned in bed as he replayed all the memories in his head before sitting up, raking his hands through his hair. Without a second thought, he texted your phone and sent apologies and explanations and saying he was trying to put distance between the two of you. All went unread the whole night that he was up until the next morning when you woke up you read the texts. It was ironic for him to say that he wanted the real thing and somebody to be real to him, but the moment you were, he turned and got mad, but then apologized like nothing.
The day passed as your lazy Sunday with your light cleaning, baking, cooking, and just relaxing until you realized that you didn’t have enough eggs for the next day so you dressed in your best sweatpants and sweater and went out to the store. Unfortunately, Angel was also there and he caught a glimpse of you, expecting to see red eyes and swollen, but seeing you in your regular state and glasses.
“Hey, (Y/N). I’m sorry for the things I said last night,” Angel rubbed his neck, “we can still be friends though, right? I mean that’s what I told the guys,”
“Let me guess, you told them that we were barely speaking,” you rolled your eyes, “look, stop calling me and being immature,” you walked away and set your snacks and eggs on the conveyor belt.
Years have passed since then and you moved on with someone that had treated you way better, even showed you off like no other. They made you feel so loved and good. The two of you moved into a house in Arizona, of course keeping in contact with everyone in the MC except for Angel. Angel had received glares from the guys for quite some time when you slowly stopped coming around, but still helped out in any way you could. Now he sat at the clubhouse bar with a beer bottle that had the label scratched off from Angel’s mind, taking him to think of you and all the things you did for him and how you made him feel.
It’s hard for anybody to be in a relationship with somebody who is as equally as stubborn as you, but that’s what you got with Coco. The two of you were very different people, but have the same kind of stubbornness, but Coco is somebody who is broken from all the things he endured from his life from his mother to being a sniper to barely claiming his daughter and trying to mend that relationship. This often led to arguments and breakdowns that led to things that shouldn’t be said and tonight was a breakdown.
“I hate you, Coco!” you yelled as the two of you were panting in the living room after an intense screaming match. The two of you stormed away from each other, you to the kitchen and him to his bike outside.
It was getting closer to 11pm when you decided to go to bed even though you were still angry at Coco so you laid in bed with your back facing the door and Coco’s side when you heard the door open and close. After a few minutes, Coco walked in and undressed before getting in the covers with his back towards you too. Just another night of getting into bed angry at each other, but there was a feeling in Coco that knew that everything will be alright because he knew he was changing for the better.
The next morning came and you were sitting on the chair with your cup of coffee when Coco walked into the kitchen and made himself a cup too. He sat down next to you and sighed, “hey. I’m sorry for what I said last night. I just want to let you know that I am changing for the better, but I just need time to show you that I’m worth it. Worth all the fights we been gettin’ into,”
You nodded, “I’m giving you time, Johnny. I’m sorry for saying the things I said last night too. It’s just you can be a difficult person and when you don’t work or anything, you go off on me when I don’t even deserve that shit. You’re gonna break soon and that alone makes me nervous,” you rubbed your temple, “because every time you break, you say something that involves my insecurities and past,”
It was a month later when another fight broke out and you were sitting on the couch while he sat on the floor with his back on the wall. He felt far away to you, but you were in the same room and that felt like the end of your road with him so you stand up and go into the bedroom and grab a bag to pack a few clothes in so you can stay a few nights with your best friend.
When you come back, you set your duffel bag behind the couch, “it seems like we’re at the end of the road,”
“I’d be better alone anyways,” Coco stared at nothing in front of him, but he knew it was just his pride talking because you and him can see that he’s a wreck as it comes out when he’s vulnerable.
Now it’s been a couple weeks and you were still staying with your best friend while Coco would go back to the empty house and think about all the mistakes he has made just wishing he would erase it. He was scared of you and how you were able to get so close to him, but now he was gonna do whatever it takes for you to stay with him.
Nobody really knew this, but the two of you were engaged and you kept the ring around your neck because you never really liked wearing rings as it bothered you a lot. That didn’t change much of the arguing because the passion that the both of you had had led to those ‘passionate’ conversations that were just the two of you just yelling at each other.
You always had him at the edge of his seat trying to analyze everything, but you knew that he was trying to find the better part of himself because he was tired of being so depressed about everything. He was searching for something that he thought was right in front of him and it probably was, but he was stubborn and thought there was something more. Even though you were stubborn, you weren’t as stubborn as him as you tried to tell him that it was in front of him.
Finally, he agreed to go to therapy for you because it’s worth it if it was going to make him the man that was worth it for you. You had been there through his worst moments and it was starting to hurt both you and him from the weight that made it hard for him to open up.
“I’m sorry for all the stress I put you through. I just want you to know that I love you to death,” Coco whispered to you as the two of you laid cuddled up to each other at night.
“I love you to death, mi amor,” you lightly kissed him as the two of you lost consciousness in each other’s arm.
The skating gif is just a representation on what kind of grind I’m thinking of. (Imagine is under the cut)
Angel was helping Felipe at the carniceria since he didn’t really have anything to do with his day off and he got lucky with an afternoon shift at the scrap the next day. After a few hours, he decided that he had to go home and at least clean up his place so it wasn’t deemed a hoarder house.
“Hey, pops. I’m heading out,” Angel called out, only receiving a grunt in reply so he rolled his eyes and left the shop. He looked left and right to see if there were anybody watching him out of instinct and only saw you skateboarding down the sidewalk and doing tricks that amazed him.
You were getting closer and saw a ledge that looked like it could be grinded on so you ollied onto the ledge to do a 50/50 grind, but your board caught onto something, stopping immediately. The sudden stop had caused you to be launched off of the board and land on the hard cement causing a few scrapes and scratches with a bruised knee that was going to come up soon. A yelp left your lips as heavy footsteps were heard coming towards you.
“Yo, you ok?” a deep voice asked you.
You turned to lay on your back with a groan and opened your eyes to see an angel-like man in your eyesight, “shit, yeah. I’m fine, but is there any chance you got rubbing alcohol and bandages?”
A chuckle left the man’s lips as he nodded, “yeah. C’mon, my pops has a first aid kit in his shop,” he helped you up and into the carniceria, “hey, pops! Can you bring the first aid kit?”
An older man came around the counter and passed Angel the kit as he looked at you, “what happened?” “Nothing major, sir,” you winced as Angel cleaned your scrapes with alcohol, “just a skateboarding accident,” you pointed towards your board against the wall. The man nodded and went back to work.
“What’s your name?” Angel asked.
“(Y/N). yours?” you raised an eyebrow in question.
“Angel,” Angel smiled at you, “nice to meet you,”
“Nice to meet you too, Angel,” you said as Angel stood up and threw away the used cotton pads and trash, “well, thanks for your help. I’ll see you around,”
“No problema, querida. Wait-” Angel started as you turned to look at him, “how old are you?”
“23,” you looked at him confused, “why?”
“Let’s grab drinks tonight,” Angel winked at you as a blush went to your cheeks.
You hummed in thought, “nah, I’m good. I don’t drink,” Angel winced at that, “but, here,” you grabbed the pen on the counter, “text or call me if you want to get a coffee or something,” you winked as you passed him the pen after writing your number on his forearm. You quickly grabbed your board and rode away from the carniceria.
Angel followed you outside and immediately grabbed his phone and put your number into his phone, sending you a text.
Coffee tomorrow @ 10?
Immediately, his phone dinged and he looked at it to see a text back from you.
Don’t be late.
He looked at the direction you left in to see you winking at him and riding away.
Bishop had been on his bike for thirty minutes now, but he wasn’t in Santo Padre. He was in Santa Madre after he dropped you off except this time he wouldn’t go back to see you. It had seemed like it became too much for him to have you text him and ask if he was ok. The fight was still in his head. “What do you want from me, querida?” Bishop sighed as he dragged a hand down his face. “I want you to at least just text me to tell me you’re ok and safe. I mean, fuck, I also want to at least see your face once every two weeks or something! I don’t see you anymore, Obispo,” you raised your voice. Bishop’s patience ran thin as he raised his voice too, “I run a damn MC, (Y/N)! It’s not a office job where I get a lunch hour, it’s a 24/7 job so if you can’t fucking take that then I don’t think this’ll work,” Tears came into your eyes, “I’m not asking for much, but since you can’t give the minimum then I don’t think this’ll work either. I think you should-” your voice broke, “you should go,” “Maybe I should,” Bishop slammed the door on his way out before dismounting his bike and speeding off. Now the wind was rushing past him, he realized he didn’t even know where he was going so he looked around and saw the places you would go to. The first place you kissed which was a bar that wasn’t too far from your place. He went into the parking lot of the bar and parked his bike, but didn’t make any move to get off, instead just sat outside with a cigarette hanging on his lips. Soon the memory came into his head. “Bish, what are you doing here?” you smiled as you saw the older man stand next to you. “I wanted to see you,” Bishop smirked as he wrapped his arm around your waist, “you sounded off when you called me earlier so I decided to come and see if I could make it better,” “There is one way my day could be better,” you shyly smiled. “Oh yeah? What way is that?” Bishop asked so you turned and placed a hand on his neck to lightly pull him down and kiss him. He was shocked, but quickly became aware and started kissing back. Memories rushed back to him as he drove past the movie theatres that he took you to, but never got to watch because you and him were too busy talking, laughing, and making out in the parking lot. “What?! I did not do that when I first met you!” you laughed as you leaned against him as he leaned against your car. “Yes, you did! You definitely stared at me like I was the only man you saw,” Bishop smirked. “Whatever. You did the same and Vicky can say so because she was the one who told me that you looked at me like I was the only girl there,” you winked at him. “I definitely did,” Bishop leaned down and captured your lips with his. You put your hands on his waist to stabilize yourself as you went on the tips of your toes. The moment you two pulled away, he put his watch dorned wrist into his view and saw the movie had already started, “well, looks like we missed the movie,” You shrugged, “this was much better than a movie I can watch next time,” Bishop sighed as his realization had hit him like a train. Thoughts of how he could’ve done better in your relationship. Is it too late to turn around? He thought as he looked at the desert around him with the halfway mark between Santa Madre and Santo Padre. Without a second thought, he pulled onto the side of the road and stood from his bike, closing his eyes as more memories flooded his mind. Music was quietly playing in the background as you and him sat on your bed with glass of wine in both of your hands. Your head laid on his shoulders as you softly hummed with the song playing. “What song is this, nena?” Bishop asked as he liked how calm you became with the song. “Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol,” you answered as you looked at him so you could sing some of the lyrics to him, “We don’t need anything or anyone. If I lay here, if I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world?” Bishop grabbed both of your glasses and set it on the bedside table before pulling you onto his lap and leaving his hands on your hips, “I will always want to forget the world with you by my side,” you laid your hands on his cheeks and gave him a soft kiss. He felt mad at himself as he tightened his fist with the feeling of wanting to hurt himself for ever forgetting to just give you his love. Bishop realized that all you wanted was for him to just show that he loved you, but he was so consumed with the MC that he forgot to do just that. He wanted to make it right and, even though he wouldn’t know if you were going to be home, he made a U turn and drove to your house as fast as he could. You heard his motorcycle before it reached your house as another set of tears streamed down your cheeks. Memories of the fight are still in your mind, but you pushed it aside and grabbed a water bottle to drink to replenish the water you lost because of the tears you cried. A soft knock was heard so you set aside the bottle and slowly opened the door. Bishop looked up and felt his heart break at the tears on your face. “Querida, I’m sorry. I know I was in the wrong and I forgot to love you,” Bishop felt a tear fall from his eyes, “please forgive me,” You nodded and opened your arms as he went into your arms and lifted you up so you could wrap your legs around him. He nudged the door closed with his foot and walked the both of you to your room.
Santo Padre. The home of Mayans MC or what you call…tios and papa. You were Tranq’s daughter and the princess among the rough and tumble crew even though they were soft with you. You tried to help them out as much as you can which led to you having to help out a doctor from across the border to patch up any major injuries and to patch up any small ones at the clubhouse. There was one rule for you though. No dating any Mayan from any charter. At first, you were fine with it until an LA native came rolling up and started hanging with the Mayans and later being an official one. Neron “Creeper” Vargas was not like any man that you have met in Santo Padre, well because, for one, he was the one that knew the least amount of spanish in the crew so you tried to help him out with the little spanish that you knew.
You only understood the language, but didn’t really know how to speak so it led to study sessions together and trying to learn the language since your father had been so busy with the club to help you out. The time has passed and you find yourself completely head over heels for the non spanish speaker. It had become too much that you had to let someone know and your best friend was your dad and you couldn’t keep anything from him.
“Hey, dad,” you shuffled into his room, “can I tell you something?”
“Of course, mija,” he sat on the edge of the bed and patted the seat next to him, “c’mere,”
You sat on the bed and played with your hands, “so, you know how you said that I can’t date anybody that’s a Mayan? I was fine with that rule until someone came in and joined,”
Tranq stood up, “who? Who is it?”
You put your hands up, “do not get mad when I tell you, ok?” your father glared at you before sighing with a nod, “it may or may not be Creeper,”
“Creeper?” Tranq lifted his eyebrows in surprise, “really?” you nodded, “ok, ummmm, I mean as long as it isn’t one of those putos that you call best friends,”
You laughed, “Angel, Coco, EZ, and Gilly are too much like me for me to actually date them, let’s be real here,” Tranq nodded in confirmation, “so does that mean if things get to a dating phase you would be ok with it? I don’t think it will, but hypothetically if it happens?”
“Yeah. I would rather him than the putos, El Presidente, or Taza,”
You let out a sigh, “Ok. Well, I don’t know what to do with this like I actually don’t know what to do. You know I only really had one boyfriend and that was back in high school,”
“I’m your dad. I am not about to help you get together with a man, if it were my choice you would be an asexual who hates everyone except for me,” Tranq shrugged.
“You are literally no help,” you groaned, “I’m heading over to EZ’s and asking him,” Tranq nodded so you left his room and called EZ while putting your shoes on.
“What do you want?” EZ groaned.
“I’m coming over. I need to ask you something,” You left the house as EZ agreed and hung up.
A short drive later, you were in the trailer with EZ. “Ok, emergency meeting about my feelings for Creeper and what to do to see if he likes me back,”
“Your dad is going to kill you and him,” EZ said
“No he’s not. I told him I had feelings and he said as long as it’s not you or the other three dumbasses,”
EZ put his hand over his heart, “ouch, but ok. I say you just go up to him and say it,”
Unbeknownst to you two, Creeper heard your voices and decided to stay around to listen to what you were saying. “How the fuck do you expect me to say that! ‘Hey, Creeper. I fucking like you,’ dude, he will definitely laugh in my face!” A smile had slowly made its way to his face.
“Yes!” Ez raised his arms up.
Creeper rolled his eyes and decided to knock on the door as the two of you had gone quiet and EZ opened the door. “Hey, Creep. I just realized that I had to go help my dad out at his shop. Bye,” EZ looked back at you with a look to tell him as your eyes widened and shook your head.
“Ok, Boy Scout. I’m going to talk to (Y/N),” EZ left as Creeper walked in, “hey, (y/n),”
“Hi,” you put your hands behind your back and shuffled your feet, “what’s up?”
“Oh, nothing. I just wanted to do something really quick,” Creeper walked closer to you as your eyes widened, “can I kiss you?” You wordlessly nodded as his hands were laid on the sides of your neck. His head leaned down closer to you and the anticipation was too much so you went on your toes and wrapped your arms around his neck to bring him closer to the kiss. When you guys pulled away to take a breath, both of your cheeks were burning red.
“Let me take you on a date,” Creeper said, “right now,”
“Ok,” the two of you left hand in hand as you spotted EZ next to his motorcycle with a smirk and a wink towards you as you lifted your middle finger at him. The night progressed into the best night of your life and you happily told your dad that you were now dating Creeper.
Time had passed and you had moved to San Diego with a good enough job to get an apartment with a roommate, but you got a call from your parents telling you that they needed you back as their health declined. They told you that they were leaving you the house that is already paid off and all they really wanted from you was to spend their end on Earth with them. Immediately, you apologized to your roommate and packed all your belongings and gave her the remaining half of your rent for the rest of the lease time.
The next day you were in Santo Padre and parked in your parents driveway with a smile. Santo Padre was and will always be your home as much as you wanted to say no it wasn’t. You finally opened the car door and grabbed your bag full of clothes, leaving the rest of your stuff to bring in later. The moment you went inside the house your parents smiled at you from their usual spots on their loveseat as they slowly got up from their seat, but you rushed to them and set them back down.
“Hey, ma, dad,” you kissed both of their cheeks and set down your bag, “did you guys eat?”
“Not yet, we were waiting for you, sweetheart,” your dad said.
“Oh ok,” you went to the kitchen, “what are you guys feeling like eating?”
“Make our special food, yeah?” your father’s voice rang from the other room
“You got it!” you cheered and checked in the fridge for the meat, but didn’t find any, “I need to get meat so I’m gonna walk to the carniceria, do you guys want anything?”
Your parents said no so you left the house and to Felipe’s carniceria, but before you could enter you took yourself down memory lane and thought back to the times that you and Angel had come in to help Felipe with his shop. You shook your head free of those memories and walked inside, catching the sight of the one and only Felipe Reyes and golden boy, Ezekiel Reyes behind the counter.
“Hey, boys,” you grinned, “look who’s back and staying,”
“(Y/N)!” EZ’s eyes were widened and went around the counter to give you a hug, “Geez, how long has it been? A year now?”
“Something like that, Golden Boy,” you turned to Felipe who made his way around the counter as well, “hi, Felipe,”
“Hola, mija,” Felipe held a small smile, “how are your parents?”
“They’re ok. I just came to pick up the best meat in the state,” you winked as Felipe chuckled and packed up twice more meat than you asked, but with the price of one, “Felipe, charge me for both,”
“You’re family, (Y/N). No,” Felipe grumbled.
The three of you were interrupted by the bell going off and heavy boots hitting the floor, but it went to a complete stop. You turned to see the one man that had broken your heart.
“Oh…ummm, hi?” you said in a question form.
“Querida,” Angel breathed out before clearing his throat, “w-what are you doing here?” you held up the pack to show him, “Oh, right. Yeah, so how long you staying in Santo Padre?”
“I’m staying for good. Parents want to spend time with me and left me their house so..” you trailed off.
Angel’s lips went up in a small smile, “oh, nice. Hey, do you think maybe we can catch up?”
You shrugged, “sure, why not? You free today?” Angel quickly nodded, “Ok, cool, cool, cool. Meet me at the mountain in 4 hours then,” you kissed EZ and Felipe on their cheeks for a bye and patted Angel’s shoulder on your way out.
There you were, in the same exact spot you were at when you had left Angel in the dust, but now you had your burrito and one thing to do when Angel got there. You took another bite of your burrito when you heard the familiar sound of Angel’s motorcycle so you neatly folded the aluminum foil over the half eaten burrito and set it on the hood. Angel quickly pulled up next to you in his infamous red and black flannel shirt, kutte, jeans, and boots and dismounted. He walked to you with a smile, but you needed to let the last bit of anger out on him so you pulled your fist back and punched his stomach since his face was too pretty.
He groaned and leaned down as you let out a breath, “ok, now I’m done being angry,”
“I deserved that,” Angel stood up with a wince, “you want more hits, Rocky?”
“Nah, I’m good,” you sat back down on the hood and unwrapped the burrito again, “how is everything? MC? Adelita? Your baby?”
“Oh…” Angel chuckled humorlessly, “turns out the baby wasn’t mine and I wasn’t in the least bit in love with Adelita. It was a stupid trap that I fell into and am paying the consequences for. MC is fine, but everyone misses you,”
“What? Backtrack a minute before we discuss the guys. The baby wasn’t yours?” Angel shook his head negative, “so you cheated on me with a whore, that’s great,” you laughed, “I mean, I wanna say thank you first because without that heartbreak, I finally loved myself. However, I am sorry that the baby wasn’t yours. I know how much you wanted to be a dad,”
“Yeah, but Adelita wasn’t the person I wanted to have a kid with,” Angel looked at you, “as unbelievable as it sounds, I’m in love with you still and I still want everything with you from marriage to kids, everything,”
“Angel-” you got cut off by him, “I know I fucked up and I know we can’t start from where we left off, but I’m just asking for a chance,”
You sat there in silence as you took another bite off of your burrito before nodding your head, “sure, but I swear if you fuck this up again, I will hurt you and never talk to you again,”
“Ok! Great,” Angel smiled so big as his eyes crinkled and his cheeks started hurting, “I don’t need any other chances except this one,”
He stared into your eyes and laid a hand on your cheek and looked into your eyes for permission to do what he wanted to do since he first saw you.
“What are you waiting for, Reyes?” That’s all that Angel needed as he immediately kissed you.
i was looking up photos of MM for a fic thing and stumbled upon his talent agency page and saw he has something new listed under his resume post-gg that otherwise doesn’t seem like it’s on imdb yet
not 100% sure it’s accurate cuz his bio isn’t updated (it’s still pre s3-gg), but if it is, looks like he might be in season 4 of mayans MC?
Wow! I was hoping it would be Mayans ever since he mentioned working on a “high-profile show” a few months back.
Being a huge SOA fan, I’ve never watched Mayans because I didn’t want it to tarnish my memory of SOA in case it wasn’t as good, but I always wanted an extra reason to watch it. This. This is it. Fingers crossed it’s true and he gets plenty of screen time.
Oh, and as for it not being on imdb - as a rule, recurring/guest roles in TV shows are listed only after an episode airs, so no issue there.
an: randomly started editing this today. gonna have to reread the others before I post this full one
sum: Angel’s hand has been forced. it’s time for him to come clean. his biggest fear is it will be enough to make you leave.
“I keep waiting for the moment you can prove to everyone that I’m not stupid for believing in you, but it’s like you try your hardest to do the opposite every chance you get.”
The words came out faint. Neither of you was sure if they were meant to be spoken aloud.
Angel knew he’d overstayed his time with you. No one thought you’d two last past senior year—hell, not even Angel. He always expected you to blink and see him for what he truly was. A man who didn’t deserve a woman that could only see the good he had to offer the world. No matter how small that “good” was.
Every time he fucked up, a part of Angel wished you have the revelation. Finally, agree with your mother, and leave him alone. Make it easier for your ties to be cut. But he knew you couldn’t. No matter how much he fucked up, cutting ties with Angel seemed impossible.
He knows the reason you hold onto the hope that he’ll become the man you tell everyone he is has nothing to do with Angel himself. Angel knows it’s shitty because he came to this revelation years ago. Years before you. And he’s selfishly capitalized on it for years.
It’s the eight year old boy who is a spitting image of him.
Angel’s eyes, Angel’s smile, Angel’s mannerisms they come back to you every time you look at your son.
Taking Jeyson away from his father is something you could never bring yourself to do.
But the look he finds in your eyes is one Angel has never seen from you in all your years together. It’s the same look he gets from all the people in his life when they have reached their breaking point.
“I promise you I can fix it—“
“No, you can’t fix it, Angel. Because once again, I have to clean up your mess.”
His shoulders fall, a sigh falling from his lips. “I—“
“But the second I handle this, we’re done. I mean it, Angel. You’re letting me and Jeyson leave.That’sthe only promise I want you to give me. I’m not letting you poison my son.”
