So my mom just started watching sons of anarchy 2 years later and she’s obsessed. She’s amazed at how fast she’s going through the episodes she has no idea what she’s in for.
summary: Sierra left, but she didn’t quite leave (you’ll see)
pairing: basically miguel galindo x black!OC
genre: errrr pettiness? fluff, maybe angst
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AN: DO NOT WORRY! I AM CURRENTLY WRITING A FIC WITH FLUFF WITH ANGEL THEN EZ
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“I just don’t understand why I have to go back there.” Sierra huffed, not wanting to move since she was very much pregnant as hell. She didn’t want to leave the comfort of her couch but Miguel was more at ease knowing she was with him at all times with her being so close to her due date. He didn’t want anything to happen to her, but he understood where his wife was coming from when she said that she didn’t want to go back to the clubhouse after what happened to her 4 years ago. The only two people she’s kept up with was Letty and Chucky. They’ve visited her a few times, they came to the wedding, the baby shower, almost everything. They were the only two people she trusted when it came to the Mayans.
“Mi reina, I completely understand why you don’t want to go back, but I can assure you that nothing will happen to you because while I conduct business with Bishop, Nestor will be by your side just as he has been all these years. You have nothing to worry about, just trust me.” He reassured her. She sighed and nodded her head as he gave her a triumphant smile. “Besides, it’d be nice to see you be petty every once in a while.”
“I’m not liable for anything that happens while you’re in the Templo. You know how my mouth gets when I get riled up” She grumbled, slowly sitting up from the couch to slip on her slides. Miguel gave her a kiss on the cheek, and let her have her alone time until it was time to work again. He absolutely knew how much of a hard ass she can get when she gets mad, he’s been on the other side of that on several occasions.
Sierra was 100% sure that Miguel was bringing her out of spite because he liked to brag and that’s just the type of man he was. He took pride in the fact that he finally found love after Emily since he found out Cristobal wasn’t his. He was heartbroken, yeah, but Sierra was there for him when nobody else was, and she was there for him when she told him about the deal that EZ had made with the feds. Of course, she felt like a bad friend, but there was so much betrayal being thrown around inside the Mayans, she didn’t care anymore. Now here she is, 4 years later, married and pregnant by the one man that Angel and EZ had hated more than anything.
She had came to peace with herself and what happened to her a long ass time ago. She didn’t want to harbour any hate for a man that didn’t even deserve her time of the day. She stopped posting on social media because for some reason it had always encouraged him to call her, even while she was engaged to Miguel. She had also known, that Miguel was a completely different breed when it came to loyalty, it was like taking care of her needs was always his first priority and she used to feel so overwhelmed with how much love she had been receiving, but she had gotten used to it.
“It’s time to go mi corazon,” Miguel announced, walking back into the living room with Nestor behind him. She gave the two men a confused look as she watched Miguel carry a bag. He gave her a smile and handed it to her. She smiled as she looked inside the bag to see that it was filled with all her favourite snacks and drinks since he knew she liked to eat throughout the day. Not wanting to waste any time, she pulled out a bag of hot cheetos and ripped the bag open before popping a handful in her mouth.
Miguel grabbed her free hand and lead her to the car where the driver was waiting. He opened the door for her, placing a hand on her back as she got in. After she got comfortable, he closed the door and walked to the other side before settling himself beside her. Out of instinct, Sierra crossed her legs over her husbands, and scooted closer to him. He smiled and began to rub her thighs as the car started to move, Nestor sitting in the front. Miguel rolled up the partition from his side of the car, and began rubbing her thighs higher and higher, making her look at him suspiciously.
“The same shit your doing now is the reason why I’m pregnant.” She grumbled, trying to push his hand away from he only grabbed it and laced it with his other hand as he slowly pulled her panties off with one hand and began to rub her clit slowly in small circles. She sighed and leaned her head back as she tried not to make too much noise because the car definitely wasn’t sound proof.
“You know I can never get enough of you querida, no matter how pregnant you are.” He mumbled, leaning over to place small kisses on her neck and chest. Sierra sighed in content and leaned back on the seat with her sundress hiked up to her belly, making Miguel smile. Maybe a small quickie wouldn’t hurt.
“Miguel just hurry up because you got me horny knowing how sensitive my hormones are.” She complained, trying to unbuckle his slack but he slapped her hand away, and held her legs up by the back of her knees.
“Relax honey, it’ll be a while before we get there anyway.” He stated before eating his wife out like it was her last meal, not giving her a chance to respond properly since she was too busy trying not to moan as she ran her hands through his hair.
Miguel moaned as he felt her drip onto his tongue before pushing her dress up past her. breast so he could have something soft to hold onto. Lately, he had been having sex with her and eating her out more than usual. She tasted sweeter and her pushy was always extremely wet during sex. He let go of her trembling legs, and snuggly placed them on his shoulder so that she would be more comfortable.
He circled his lips around her clit before sucking harshly, receiving a loud moan from her. “Holy fuck! Shit…”
Sierra looked down to her husband over her belly to see him already staring at her with wide eyes as he used both hands to spread her pushy lips as he stiffened his tongue and proceeded tongue fuck her deeper, making her thud down onto the seat and let out another sob as she felt herself coming closer and closer to cumming.
Her mouth fell into a silent scream as she felt her orgasm crash down upon her. Miguel did his best to keep her still as he watched her essence spurt out of her, watching as her legs continued to shake from the huge orgasm. Miguel glanced outside of the moving car for a split second before rushing to pull his slacks down.
“We’ll be there in 5, so lets make this quick mi reina,” He mumbled, kissing his wife on the lips before leaning back up to thrust into her. Sierra gasped and grabbed her husbands hand as he quickly plowed into her as he tried to get her to finish as she chased his own climax. Miguel tried his best not to moan loud because he knew Nestor would give him shit so he stuck with deep breaths and small grunts. Sierra bit onto her lip as she watched her husband thrust harshly into her.
“You gonna let them know who you belong to amor?” Miguel asked, moving his hand to rub his wife’s clit as she came around him. She sporadically and rapidly nodded her head as she tried to push him away but he grabbed both her hands and placed them above her her as he continued his consistent thrusting, now getting to his orgasm as he gave her one more thrust, spilling himself inside her. (I promise I write better smut than this lol.)
“Miguel, we’re here.” Nestor called from the front. Miguel could hear the sound of the front seat opening before he and Sierra put their clothes on. She straightened herself out, fixing her hair while Miguel pulled up his slacks and buckled his pants back.
It had just dawned on her about what she was about to walk into. Sierra sighed, not wanting to see anyone’s face again, not after what happened but she knew she really had no choice seeing as she willingly got into the car with her husband.
Miguel noticed her distress, and comforted his wife, “Hey, if you don’t want to come in it’s your decision.”
Sierra smiled at him and shook her head, “No, I want to. Let’s go.”
The couple made it out of the car, checking their surrounds before a loud voice caught her attention. Miguel whispered to Nestor about keeping a watch on her, the man nodding his head.
“SIERRA! GIRL HEY!” Letty ran up to the pregnant woman and engulfed her in a huge hug, being mindful of her belly. Miguel smiled at the interaction and stated that he was going inside for his meeting with Bishop, to which Sierra smiled and nodded her head before kissing his lips as a temporary goodbye.
“You’re glowing! Miguel really got you out here living your best life.” She complimented, looking at her friend. Sierra laughed and rubbed her belly out of instinct.
“Girl, he is but don’t tell him I said that shit. His ego already big as hell.” She joked, earning a laugh from the younger girl in front of her.
“You wanna head inside?” Letty asked after a small moment of silence. Sierra hesitantly smiled and nodded her head. Letty noticed the hesitance.
“If it makes you feel any better, Angel’s been a shit show ever since you left. Adelita was pregnant and he thought it was his but turns out it wasn’t. So karma’s a bitch I guess.” Letty explained as the two of them walked to the doors of the clubhouse. Sierra gave a small hum at the new information. She had always told Angel that Adelita was suspect but he clearly was too deep in her pussy to see that until it was too late.
“I’m married to a good ass man and we got a kid on the way, I could really care less.” She stated, walking past Letty to get inside with Nestor following closely behind since she was burning up. It was like a record scratch from those dramatically funny ass movies and suddenly all eyes were on her while some where on her belly.
Of course they were doing the same banter just like the time Angel got caught only his little Adelita wasn’t here. Such a shame. She turned to Nestor with a smile on her face.
“Could you get me something to drink?” She asked quietly. Nestor gave her a friendly smile and walked to the bar to ask for some water, returning it back to Sierra as she thanked him and took a big gulp from him. She tried her hardest to ignore the stares but it was getting irritating at this point.
“Are yall gone keep staring or is somebody gone speak?” She asked loudly, scanning the room, and of course the first one to walk up was Angel. Looking past him, Sierra locked eyes with a girl with shoulder length hair, making her squint her eyes at her before the girl broke contact with her and turned around.
“Who knocked you up?” He asked, pointing to her belly before glancing at Nestor who was standing behind him. She smiled at him.
“Not your hoe ass, that’s for sure.” She replied, pretending to pick at her nails as if she were bored with the conversation already.
“Mi reina seriously, did you let Miguel knock you up?” Angel asked, hoping to hear a no, but from the smile on her face he knew it was the opposite. Sad to say, he had thought about coming to see her all the way up until this point, but she clearly was busy with someone else.
“I’ll tell you this. I married the same man who got his heart broken by the bitch your brother constantly fucked. Crazy how their baby wasn’t his but EZ’s isn’t it? Kinda pathetic if you ask me, taking Miguel’s sloppy seconds…so weird.” She spoke, every ounce of venom on her voice. She had time to be petty today.
“Did you come here to insult us? If you did you can fucking lea–”
“How’s Adelita? Y'know with you cheating on me with her and all one would’ve thought that you guys would be a big happy family with her being pregnant. Oh wait, they poor baby isn’t even yours. So not only did you cheat, you allowed a hoe to run game on you. Crazy.” She chuckled, shaking her head at him. Angel knew he should say something, but how could he when everything she’s saying is true. As far as Nestor, the only thing he could really do was try not to laugh, since he was told not to start anything unless he felt like someone was physically trying to attack his boss’s wife and unborn child.
“Seriously Sierra, we get that we fucked you over but chill out.” Gilly spoke from the other side of the room. Sierra looked at him and sighed.
“Gilly, if you knew how much dirt I had on you and every person in this room you would shut the fuck up and keep stuffing your fat ass face.” Sierra ranted. Where the fuck is Miguel?
“Uhm excuse me but who are you? Angel why are you letting her walk all over you?” One of Vickey’s girls asked, standing up to get beside Angel.
“You do know I can put a price on your head and get you knocked off right? Matter fact lemme just…” She trailed off, pulling out her phone to text Miguel but Nestor grabbed the phone from her hand before she could. One phone call and the entire building will be burned to the damn ground with everyone in it.
“He just saved your life. Next time you wanna try somebody, try a bitch that ain’t me.” She hissed, standing up just in time to see her husband walking out of the templo with Bishop, who could clearly feel the tension in the room. Miguel smiled and walked over to his wife as she welcomed him with a hug.
“She wasn’t too much trouble was she?” Miguel asked Nestor, who handed her back her phone.
“Other than the fact that she just tried to get one of Vickey’s girls dead, no, she’s been an angel as always.” Nestor laughed, stepping back from the two of them.
“Why the fuck did you marry her into this shit? You’re too dangerous for her.” Angel fussed, scowling at Miguel who turned around with an amused look on his face.
“Angel seriously shut the fuck up. You just don’t like the fact that I’m married to the one man everybody in this bitch is afraid of because if he’s too dangerous for me then you were as well and yet I STAYED with you and you see where that got me. It took you five years to propose to me while it took him one and a half, and we got married 6 moths later. Like my momma always said, a man knows when he ready to settle down, and you weren’t ready and that’s okay, but don’t try to talk about what the fuck I got going on when you clearly got homegirl in the back over there scared to even say shit with her weak ass but I’m not surprised, you always had to fuck weak bitches because you could never handle a real ass bitch like me. Have a nice life dickface.” She ranted, grabbing her husband’s hand who was shocked at the confrontation. Any other time Miguel would be the first to speak on something like that but hearing his wife do it for him just made his heart swell with pride.
“You handled that better than I would have baby, I’m proud of you.” He told her as the two of them got into the car. Sierra smiled and leaned into her husbands side as he pulled her closer and kissed her head.
“Okay now take me home and give me bath.” She demanded, causing the other man to throw his head back in laughter.
“Angel seriously shut the fuck up. You just don’t like the fact that I’m married to the one man everybody in this bitch is afraid of because if he’s too dangerous for me then you were as well and yet I STAYED with you and you see where that got me. It took you five years to propose to me while it took him one and a half, and we got married 6 moths later. Like my momma always said, a man knows when he ready to settle down, and you weren’t ready and that’s okay, but don’t try to talk about what the fuck I got going on when you clearly got homegirl in the back over there scared to even say shit with her weak ass but I’m not surprised, you always had to fuck weak bitches because you could never handle a real ass bitch like me. Have a nice life dickface.“
summary: As the leader of the Aces M.C. down south, life has been good to you. Until you get a call from Bishop, the one that got away. Now you must decide if the past is worth revisiting.
warnings: angst, mentions of smoking, shooting, dead bodies, drugs. If I miss anything please alert me!
author’s note: re-upload. One of my favorite Mayan fics that I’ve written. Credit to the gif maker.
You were going to kill Bishop. The tires to the jeep squeal as you pull out of the hotel parking lot, the other two close behind.
“How much do you know?”
Dani’s right hand clutches the handle above the passenger door. You liked to call it the oh shit handle. “They made small talk earlier, I overheard Bishop while I was taking a smoke outside. He didn’t clock me.”
“Fucking dickhead.” you grunt, slamming a hand on the steering wheel.
“What did you mean when you said this was a trap?” Dani asks.
You shake your head, biting at your lip.
“Fuck, you went to see Joaquin didn’t you.”
You stay silent, narrowly avoiding hitting a curb.
“Shit, Viv. Please don’t tell me you fucked him too.”
“Hell no, I have standards.” you huff out.
“Yeah, I would rather fuck Joaquin than Bishop if you were considering standards.”
summary: As the leader of the Aces M.C. down south, life has been good to you. Until you get a call from Bishop, the one that got away. Now you must decide if the past is worth revisiting.
warnings: angst, mentions of smoking, drinking, loss of a child, smut, female receiving oral, penetration. If I miss anything please alert me!
author’s note: re-upload. One of my favorite Mayan fics that I’ve written. Credit to the gif maker.
The house Joaquin sent you the address for was stunning. It reminded you of the villas from Italy, packed with archways and gorgeous greenery. You step out of the jeep, pulling your sunglasses to the top of your head as you make your way to the front door. Two guards stand by the entrance and open the doors to let you in, the sweet scent of citrus hitting your nostrils.
Your heels echo throughout the house, the sun spilling in from the floor to ceiling windows lined up in the living room. You marvel at the workings of the house, being sure not to touch anything.
“I knew you would like this.” Joaquin’s voice comes from behind and you turn, politely smiling at the tan man. Joaquin is sporting bermuda shorts with a white button up hanging loosely off his shoulders. He holds two cocktails in his hands complete with mini umbrellas.
“Life seems to be treating you right.” you comment, taking the drink from him with a small thank you. The scent of citrus makes sense as your taste buds take in the freshly squeezed lemon mixed into your cocktail.
“My life would be better with you in it.” Joaquin puts on his signature smile and offers you his hand, which you hesitantly take. He leads you out back to his pool area where you sit around a table.
summary: As the leader of the Aces M.C. down south, life has been good to you. Until you get a call from Bishop, the one that got away. Now you must decide if the past is worth revisiting.
word count: 3.4k
warnings: angst, mentions of smoking and drinking. Pretty safe, for now.
author’s note: re-upload. One of my favorite Mayan fics that I’ve written. Header made by @frankiemorales❤️
“We’re fucked.” Bishop was rather frank about the outcome of the situation. The men around the table shuffle uneasily, a lone cough swirls the wafting smoke around the room more. El Jefe had dug a hole so deep that not even the surrounding clubs would bother to stick their necks out to help. That’s the thing about Bishop, he was headfast. Arrogant to the point of insanity, stubborn as a bull, and one of the most hard headed men you had ever met. He knew that if he didn’t get help and fast, all the men sitting at his table could be gone. And it would be his fault. He can’t show - won’t show - any signs of weakness around them, no. He was El Presidente and he had a job to do.
“You got a plan, boss?” Johnny “Coco” Cruz asks, a cigarette dangling out of his mouth. Honestly, if the cartel members didn’t kill them first, Bishop was sure second-hand smoking would do the trick. He eyes Coco for a second, contemplating how to answer the lanky man. He wanted to say no. Wanted to tell everyone that he had no idea what to do and that half the time he wasn’t even sure why he was wearing his kutte. He didn’t feel like the president, he felt like a fucking imposter. An imposter standing on the backs of these loyal fuckers who would follow him to the ends of the earth if he gave the word.
A small, dirty blurb cause I’m horny and I love you guys. Let me know what you think. This is NOT connected to the bartender x Manny verse.
warnings: 18+ only, steamy, choking, oral sex
EZ and Manny were close. Very close. It had been a surprise to their brothers on both sides; the Santo Padre members were wary of Manny at first, and the Yuma guys outright hated EZ, but it worked. Both men were loyal to the club, both were dedicated to seeing it prosper in the future, and both were more than willing to do the work to make it happen. But they weren’t just carbon copies of one another; EZ was brash where Manny was calm, Manny was decisive when EZ was hesitant. They were a good match, a good friendship, a good duo. And as the months went on, the two grew closer. They shared a fiery devotion to the club as well as a strong sense of family, they shared a levelheadedness that was still tempered by a love of being an outlaw, and they shared a trust that was different, even, then the kind of trust they showed their brothers—blood or otherwise. They shared everything.
It was almost a full year since Juice found out he was a dad. There was a lot of difficulties to work through as you and Juice became co parents. It took you a while to trust him, he was a complete stranger at first. But Juice really proved himself and he was the best father to Anthony.
Co parenting was so easy to work out. Juice was more then willing to do anything for Ant and for you. It was really nice having him around. With raising your son together, Juice easily became your best friend in all of this.
Juice would watch Ant whenever you had work, no question asked even if it was an over night or rotating shift. He always told you if he was going to be away for a run or whatever club businesses. Sometimes Juice stayed all weekend at your house to spend time with Ant. Sometimes you let Juice take Ant for the weekend when he knew he had absolutely no club businesses to deal with.
It was perfect.
Juice was more excited then normal today. He loved his son, more then anything. He’s pretty sure his son taught him what love was. It was great seeing Anthony growing and learning. He was more and more like Juice everyday.
Juice quickly was wrapping up at the club house. He got everything he needed to do out the way. Sure he would still pick up calls from the club but he really hated having to make any runs when it was his time with his son.
“Where you in a rush too?” Happy asked as he watched his brother running around the club house with his book bag.
“With Ant this weekend.” Juice said with a smile. The club was more then supportive when finding out about Juice having a kid. They never let him live it down when they found about what the pool table part.
“staying at Y/N house?” Jax asked with a teasing smile. He knew how Juice felt about you. He didn’t try to hide his feelings either but with learning to co parent together, starting anything romantic wasn’t a good idea.
“I feel like I’m forgetting something.” Juice said mumbling more to himself as he double checked everything. He felt like he was in a rush to see Ant and you. He parked his bike in your drive way in his usual place.
“Hey Y/N.” Juice said as he made his way in the house. He walked over to you placing a kiss to your cheek as you where busy in the kitchen.
“Hey Juice! You’re earlier.” You said smiling up at him. He was the father of you son, he quickly got comfortable sending so much time at your house. You liked having him around.
“Sorry, I should’ve called to let you know.” Juice said, he still felt like he was on eggshells around you. He didn’t want to cross a line and ruin everything. He wouldn’t know what to do if he lost you and Ant. You both where his family.
“No thank god your here. I’m running late and Ant’s been having a tantrum since last night.” You said making Juice laugh as you ran through the house.
“Daddy!” Juice heard a loud voice followed by tiny foot steps running through the hallway.
“Hey Ant.” He said easily picking up the three year old into his arms.
“Mama said you where being bad.” Juice said as he walked through the house. He felt so comfortable here, it felt more like home then his actual home. Well his dorm.
“I have left overs shrimp and rice in the fridge when you get hungry. Theres also a weird noise coming from the hall bathroom anytime you turn the sink on. I’ll be back probably early morning. or the middle of the night.” You said as you threw your hair in a bun already in your scrubs.
“I’ll have my phone, so call me if-” Juice caught you off by handing you the keys.
“I got it, don’t worry. ” Juice said leaning down placing a lingering kiss to your temple making your smile. You loved the extra attention Juice has been giving you. It was hard not to fall in love with him when he was literal perfect. He was such a gentleman. He took care of you and Anthony. He was an amazing father.
“You’re the best.” You said as you stood on your tippy toes and gave Anthony a big kiss on his forehead.
“Be good for daddy.” You said giving him a stern look. You see a big goofy grin on the toddler that he got from his father.
“No kiss for daddy?” Juice asked making you blush as you grabbed your things as you gave him a little glare.
“Well now what do you want to do today Ant?” Juice asked as he plopped down on the couch with the toddler. Any was more like his dad everyday, he was even picking up Juice’s habits the more time he spent with him.
It was a long day, or both you and Juice. The hospital was so short staffed you felt like you where doing the job of 4 different nurses. Juice had his hands full with Anthony bossing him around all day. From wanting to go to the park, to trying and help Juice fix the skin at the house. Anthony most definitely had Juice’s ADHD.
It was around 1 am, Juice was passed out laying in Ant’s small race car bed. He clearly didn’t fit his legs hanging off on the floor. Getting Ant to bed was a challenge every night. Juice had to tell him at least 4 different stories before Ant fell asleep on his chest.
You groaned as you walked into the house. It was spotless, like always. Juice always cleaned up, you didn’t want him to but he did either way. You smiled realizing he fixed a few things around the house as well.
“Juice?” You called out not seeing him on the couch. You walked into Ant rooms smiling when you found them cuddled up against each other. You quickly took picture of them knowing it was going to be your next background on your phone.
“Juice wake up.” You said shortly rubbing his shoulder.
“Y/N your home already?” Juice grumbled in a deep husky voice as he looked over at you in your scrubs. He easily picked up Ant as he got up leaving the toddler in the bed.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” Juice said as you both walked out the room.
“Thank you Juice.” You said giving him a big smile making him melt inside.
“You don’t got to say that. I love being here with him.” Juice said. He kept to himself that he loved being here when you where here too. This was the worst part, he hated leaving.
“Do you want coffee or something before you go?” You asked your eyes watching him desperately.
“That would be nice.” Juice said following you into the kitchen.
“How was work?” He asked as he watched you move around making a cup for you both.
“You know, stressful and busy.” You said as you hopped on the counter. Juice was leaning over watching you. He loved having moments like this alone with you.
“How was Ant today?” You asked Juice knowing there was always some good stories he would tell you.
“He’s been asking for a little brother to plat with. He told me I’m old and I’m not good at playing tag.” Juice said giving you that charming smile of his.
“Oh god.” you groaned covering your face as you felt it heat up.
“ I told him, maybe for Christmas.” Juice joked back only making your face redder. He knew exactly what he did to you.
“Juice!” You yelled smacking his arms only making him laugh.
“Have you thought about having more kids? in the future you know. If you meet someone.” Juice asked feeling his heart get heavy.
“I’ve never thought about it. I never really thought about meeting someone and letting them into Ants life like that.” You said as you watched Juice. What you would give to be able to read his mind.
“Have you ever thought about us?” Juice asked, as he stepped closer to you. He was standing between your legs as you sat on top of the counter.
“I have Juice. Your an amazing father. Honestly you take care of me too. I don’t know what I would do without you now.” You told him looking in his brown warm eyes.
“I would like to stop pretending to play family. I want to be here all the time for Anthony, for you. I don’t want to have to leave. This feels like my home. You both are my home.” Juice admitted his hand coming to rest on your cheek. It was warm to the touch as Juice admitted his feeling to you.
“Can I take you to dinner friday?” Juice asked only making you laugh.
“I would love that, now kiss me Juice.” You said pulling your arms around his neck pulling him back to you. His large hands rested on your thighs as your legs locked around him. The kiss was painfully slow, as you both enjoyed the feeling of having the other against them.
“Maybe Ant could get a little brother or sister.” Juice mumbled into your lips making you laugh. He always knew how to make you laugh no matter what.
It was New Year’s Day of 1994. As dawn was about to break, a group of indigenous Mayan guerrillas launched a coordinated attack on cities and towns across the southern state of Chiapas, Mexico. They called themselves the Zapatista Army of National Liberation (EZLN) and wore black ski masks and red paisley bandanas known as paliacates.
The United States had just signed the North American Free Trade Agreement, which was supposed to decrease trade barriers and increase business investment between Canada, the U.S., and Mexico. It would also flood Mexico with imported corn, which the Zapatistas and other subsistence farmers believed would be their death, quite literally, and said so.
The Zapatistas, armed with machetes and antiquated rifles, took the municipal palace of the quaint mountain city of San Cristóbal de las Casas. It is estimated that between 600 and 2,000 troops, of humble farming backgrounds and largely between 18 and 30 years old, almost all indigenous Mayans from the state of Chiapas, participated and read a declaration of war from the Lacandon Jungle, proclaiming “Ya basta,” which translates to “Enough is enough.” They declared war on the army, the state and federal government, and the Institutional Revolutionary Party, which had been in power for 65 years.
Request from @cherieann-2001 - Hi, I would like a story about being Angels baby sister and EZs twin and Coco’s old lady and how they have to come and pick you up one night from the station because you got arrested for punching a douche and broke his nose that got handsy with Letty at a bar during a girls night out with Letty. (Angel would be proud because he taught her to fight)
Hope you like it, and thanks for the request =)
Growing up with two brothers you had learned at an early age not to take shit from anyone. Angel, who was older than you and very protective, had always told you to protect yourself no matter what.
He started teaching you when you were both young kids. You were four the first time he showed you how to throw a punch. He had gotten an earful from both parents after you went to preschool and punched James Daily for stealing a crayon from you the very next day.
It was no surprise that your tough older brother ended up joining the Mayans MC. What was a surprise was when your twin brother EZ ended up in prison. Your heart was broken the day you heard the news about your twin. You didn’t want your brother to change completely in prison.
The two of you had an apartment together and there was no way you would be able to afford it on your own. That’s when Angel had said you could crash with him and his roommate Coco for a bit. They needed help with the rent anyway seeing as most of their money went to booze. They both sought out the comfort of liquor after returning back to the US from being at war.
You and Coco had instantly formed a connection. You were both able to keep it a secret from Angel for a little over a year. You had both gotten so accustomed to sneaking around that you became professionals at it. That is until Angel had got off work early one day and walked in on the two of you making out on the couch.
It would be an understatement to say that he was pissed. He thought that Coco had somehow taken advantage of you. Once you were able to convince him that it was not the case and you both genuinely liked each other, he calmed down a bit.
It has been seven years since Angel found out about you and Coco and, to this day, he still gives you both some hell about it.
“Get your hands off my sister, man,” Angel joked as he walked into your house with your twin, EZ, in tow. Coco’s hands didn’t flinch with Angel’s words, instead, they ran up and down the side of your dark blue, skin-tight top before his hands ran down to your ass squeezing it gently. You chuckled when you heard Angel grunt in disgust.
“She is my wife! When are you going to chill about that?” Coco snapped back at Angel. The two of them always joked back and forth about you.
“She was my sister first so…”
“Can we go now?” Letty quickly interrupted as she walked out of her room dressed in skinny jeans, a black cut off tank top, and a pair of black heels. You were grateful for her timing, happy the boys had stopped talking about you.
“No, not till you go change!” Coco’s voice suddenly turned serious as he watched his daughter walk out of the room.
“Dad, I’m seventeen!” Her hands went to her hips, her eyes shooting arrows at Coco. She wasn’t used to be told what she could and couldn’t wear considering Cecilia encouraged her to work the street corner and sell her body.
“Damn right. When your eighteen you can choose what you leave the house in,” Coco shouted back at her and, with an overly dramatic roll of her eyes, she turned around to go change. You knew that she loved her dad but she wasn’t used to the overbearingness yet.
“That outfit was cute,” you said to Coco.
“Cute?? She was practically naked” he replied as he came back over to you pulling you in his arms.
“She is almost an adult, you’re going to have to let go some time.”
“I just got her back, I’m not ready to let go,” he replied a small frown forming on his face. You looked over towards your brothers who were sitting on the couch talking before quickly placing a kiss on his lips. As soon as the kiss became more heated, you were interrupted by Letty opening her room door again. She had changed into a red tank top that was a bit low cut but a hell of a lot less revealing than her previous selection.
“Much better, now we can,” Coco said with a smile as everyone walked out the house. Coco climbed in the driver’s side of your black SUV and Angel hopped in the passenger side. This left you sitting between Letty and EZ in the back. He started off towards the club, it was girls night so he was going to drop you and Letty off while the three boys hit their favorite bar down the street from the club.
“Thanks for the ride babe.” You smiled as you kissed Coco quickly through the window of your SUV after getting out.
“Be safe,” he said, not backing out until he saw you both made it to the door.
The bouncer checked your ID and stamped your hand with the green ink, Letty got a red stamp on her hand indicating she was too young to drink. Walking into the club, Letty wiped her stamp off and you quickly pressed your stamp to her hand before the Ink could dry.
“Thanks, I’m happy you are so chill. You and Dad are total opposites,” she laughed as you both made your way to the bar.
“He is just worried about you and doesn’t want anything to happen to you, but he actually is okay with you drinking as long as you’re with me.” You would never allow Letty to drink without her father’s permission.
“Really? He said that?” she asked, fidgeting with a bracelet she wore on her right wrist as you waited for the bartender to come your way.
“I mean it took some convincing, but after we talked he figured it was better than you were drinking with me than you out by yourself.”
“Ya know, I don’t give you enough credit, you’re badass.” Letty’s words caused a smile to creep up your lips.
“Aw, thanks,” you replied just as the bartender came up to take your orders. You both got long islands. You wanted to get the most alcohol for your money considering these drinks run at 12 dollars each.
With your drinks in hand, the two of you made your way to the dance floor and started dancing with each other while singing along to the music. The night continued like that for a couple hours. You were now four long islands in and Letty was on her third. You decided that this was your last drink as you could feel the alcohol rushing through your body.
Your head began getting a tad bit dizzy, but nothing you couldn’t manage. The two of you were still dancing and singing when you noticed a man well over six feet come up behind Letty and grab her waist, pulling her back towards him.
She tried to pry his hands off of her but, when she was unsuccessful, she gave you a look, fear shown through her eyes. She was used to the advances men made towards her but only a few have ever kept trying after she showed she wasn’t interested. You could tell by the way her body was swaying that she was feeling the alcohol.
Seeing a man on Letty like that instantly sobered you up. You threw your drink on the floor, the glass shattering everywhere but the music was so loud not many people noticed.
“Get your fucking hands off of her!” You screamed in the man’s face, your own wrapped in rage.
“I think she is enjoying it,” he smugly replied as his hands ran up and down her body, You could see he was still gripping onto her tightly by the way she was wincing in pain.
“Listen asshole, you got two seconds to get your hands off of her before I beat your pathetic ass,” you spat as you talked, anger raging within you.
“That’s just the booze talking, you could never take me. You’re what? 5 foot nothing?” That was all it took for you to walk behind him and kick the back of his knees, making him relax his grip on Letty as he used his hands to brace for the fall. His hands landing in the shattered glass. He quickly tried to turn over and get up but you straddled him and decked him in the face five times.
He grabbed you by your waist and pushed you over, allowing him to get up. You stood with your eyes burning a fire at him. He made one more move towards Letty and you completely lost it. Grabbing his arm you twisted it around hearing him scream when you felt his shoulder pop out of the socket.
“Don’t you ever come near me or my daughter again or I’ll put a fucking bullet in that thick skull of yours,” you yelled at him. Seconds later the club was almost completely empty as the cops came in and arrested you and the man. They gave Letty a ride to the station in the same car as you.
You were booked into a cell and you made sure to tell Letty to call her father. You sat on the cold bench in the cell starting off into space.
You pulled your knees to your chest, arms wrapping around themselves as the air conditioner blew right on you causing a shiver to run down your spine and goosebumps cover your arms. You were screwed, you could lose your job if you get charged with anything. Even though there were plenty of witnesses that could tell the cops that you were protecting Letty, you couldn’t help but think the worse. Your attention was drawn to the cell door when you heard familiar voices.
“So we heard you beat up a man who was well over 200 pounds?” Angel asked, his eyes wide in awe. When you nodded your head in confirmation, all three of the boys laughed. “I knew you had it in you, all those years teaching you how to fight, they said you broke his nose and dislocated his shoulder! I’m proud of you lil sis.” You had never seen Angel so happy about anything in your life “You should be in women’s MMA you would beat some ass, fuck women’s MMA you can take any one of those men,” Angel added you could tell he was a tad drunk.
“My wife is a badass, wish I was there to see it I’m sure you looked sexy as hell fighting,” Coco smiled then turned around a laughed at the face Angel was making a police officer walked in and released you from the cell.
“I’m not being charged?” You questioned the cop.
“No. Clearly, you were defending a minor from being assaulted, we had to book you though because of how badly injured he was, but we had witnesses come forward in your defense.” He smiled at you before walking out leaving you alone with your brothers and old man.
“Look at that now all three of the Reyes kids have been in jail, even if it was for a short amount of time,” EZ joked as he wrapped you into a hug.
“I’m sure we make Dad proud,” you chucked. “Hey I’ll meet you guys out in the car,” you added as you saw Letty sitting in the lobby. As Coco, EZ, and Angel made their way out to the car you stopped and sat next to Letty.
ey I want to apologize, I know when I was yelling at that man I called you my daughter I know I’m not-“
“No, honestly it’s okay, it’s more than okay actually. Thank you for everything tonight,” Letty said, you pulled her in for a quick hug.
“Let’s go home, it’s been a long night.”You both stood up and walked out to the car.
You were glad that you knew how to fight if anything would have happened to Letty you wouldn’t be able to forgive yourself. You made a mental note to start teaching Letty to fight the same way Angel taught you.
