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Lost Princessa: Meet the Reaper 26

Well don't kill me. Here's part 26. It's a bit of lead up.

Personal note - I'm now on some serious heart medication due to reoccurring heart issues, so I'm a little foggy. Things may be a bit slower than they used to be even though I hoped to stick to my previous posting of about a chapter a week. That's not working out very well. It's taking me longer to get my ideas on paper and then even longer to get them typed. Please be patient with me.

Warnings: cursing (maybe), show level casual illegal activity, Angel being a menace.

Also - don't steal my shit. This is the only place this is posted.

Taza, Hank, Megan and Rex quickly joined the rest of the club inside. “Morning, Poquito, Hank, Taza. You look like you’re going somewhere important,” Bishop greeted them as he claimed a morning hug from Megan. “What’s the plan today?”

Hank smiled ruefully. “Ask la princessa. She’s the one that’s insistent about it.”

Megan, who had moved on to giving Marcus his morning greeting, shot him a look over her good shoulder.

“Really now, Bebita? What’s he mean?” Marcus asked, looking down at her as he hugged her close. 

Megan sighed. “We’re going to see the doctor in Santa Madre for an x-ray. I want this sling off so I can have my life back.”

Creeper frowned from the bar stool where he was perched. “Didn’t the rez doctor say no?”

Megan grimaced. “He said not quite, but that was with the plaster cast. The soft cast and the immobilizing sling mean it’s been resting more than it had been. Some progress has to have been made.”

Bishop nodded and sat down at one of the tables with a cup of coffee. “How’s the pain?”

“Honestly - so much better. I haven’t had so much as an aspirin and it just feels achey and stiff,” she assured him.

“How achey?” Bishop asked again.

“More than a post workout ache but less than a set dislocated shoulder ache. I honestly think I’d be fine without the sling for the most part. I can always put it back on if it hurts.” She shrugged her good shoulder.

There was a collective wince from the elders at her description.

“What the hell, Shorty. How’d you know what a dislocated shoulder feels like, huh?” Angel asked, giving her a skeptical look.

“Angel - I rode in rodeos. Not a rider I know who hasn’t dislocated at least one shoulder once. In my event - that was the price of a mistake,” she smiled. “And a small price to pay rather than a broken leg or back.”

“Shit, Ma. And you did that shit for fun?” Coco added, puffing on his cigarette. 

“Well, the money was nice too.”

“Holy shit. No wonder you didn’t freak out about the pain.” Coco ashed the cigarette in his hand. “Y’all need someone to ride along?”

“Nah. Thanks, Coco. We’re good, I think. Just a quick run for an x-ray,” Hank assured him as he settled into a chair across the table from Taza.

“Besides- like Creep said - the rez doc didn’t think she was healed enough yet. Good possibility it’s still too early but la princessa is impatient,” Taza said with a grin in Megan’s direction. SHe stuck her tongue out at him.

“Well, we have Angel and EZ doing the Adelita meet today. They’re going South anyway. Might as well go along with you so they don’t have to walk from the desert,” Bishop said. He turned to look at EZ where he was polishing glasses. “Prospect, you better do your memory shit. Poquito could only arrange for the two of you. We’ll hold Templo tonight so everyone gets read in at once.”

EZ nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

“And don’t fuck it up,” Hank added.

Taza agreed. “You two fuck up  this gun deal… Neither of you can afford it. The club can’t afford it.”

Both brothers nodded solemnly. 

It wasn’t even an hour laters that they met at the dress warehouse hatch. By now they had this to a science. EZ carried Rex. The ladder was difficult for Megan on handed, so Hank went first so he could catch her if she slipped. Taza stayed at the top guiding her down as far as he could maintain his balance. 

The tunnel itself wasn’t too bad. The terrain was a bit rough, but nothing Megan couldn’t handle with the help of the lights and either Taza or Hank’s guiding hand on her good arm. 

THe hatch on the other end, however, was the bane of her existence. The ladder was built for much taller men so the rungs were further apart and roughly built. They weren’t evenly spaced either. When they reached it Megan sighed. She had slipped every time at this end.

“What’s wrong, Princessa?” EZ asked. “Need a break?” He handed her a bottle of water from the backpack he was carrying. 

Megan shot him a rueful smile and sipped it. “More like an elevator. I hate this ladder.”

Taza grimaced. “We’ll get a new one soon, Chica. Just gotta deal until then.”

Angel eyed the ladder. “Bet me and the boyscout could get you up it easier.”

Hank frowned a bit and tugged Megan to rest against his chest a moment. “What do you mean, Angel?”

“We got Creep up it pretty easy when he needed the doc. Megan’s a lot smaller.” Angel shrugged. “Same way we used to get shit into the attic for Pops.”

EZ broke into a wide grin. “You might be right.”

Taza shrugged a bit as he glanced at Megan. “What do you say, Chica? Want to let them try it?”

Megan eyed the hated ladder, before turning to eye the brothers. “Promise not to drop me?”

Angel gave a sardonic laugh. “And risk getting shot? We won’t drop you, Shorty.”

“Alright then. How’re we doing this?” she asked.

Angel grinned. “Taza, you and EZ go first. Once you’re up, EZ lays on the floor to lift la princessa with Taza to anchor him. Megan gets on my shoulder an’ EZ pulls her out. Simple. Reyes Brothers Elevator.”

Hank chuckled and shook his head, amazed at the simplicity of it. “I’ll help steady you, mi amore. This way you don’t risk falling like yesterday.” The day before, Megan had been lucky Hank was behind her for the ladder. He’d had to catch her twice.

Just like Angel outlined, Taza and EZ went first with EZ carrying Rex. Taza paid the toll while the prospect laid down and hung his top half through the hatch. Taza anchored his legs as Hank helped Angel get Megan onto his shoulders and steadied her as he stood. Then EZ locked his arm and pulled Megan up until Taza could help her out of the hatch. In the end, EZ was breathing a little heavy, but the near disaster of the day before had been averted. Angel and Hank then climbed up to join them. 

“Thanks Angel and EZ. That was much easier on my end,” Megan said, smiling at the brothers. 

Angel gave a slightly cocky grin. “Anything for la princessa de los Mayas, right Prospect?”

EZ laughed a little and straightened his kutte. “Right.”

Once they reached the town, Angel and EZ dropped them off at the storefront where the doctor kept an office upstairs and headed out to the coordinates Luisa had sent to the burner phone in Angel’s pocket. 

“Alright, Chica. Let’s go get this x-ray and find out how you’re doing. After, we can go find something to do until Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum get back,” Taza said with a grin.

Hank led the way up the narrow stairs and paused at the top to smile back at Megan. “You ready, mi amore?”

Megan smiled a little nervously. “You’ll stay with me?”

“Of course, Princessa.” He chuckled a little. “We’d have to anyway - Doc doesn’t speak English.”

Inside, Taza spoke with a man quietly in Spanish as Megan leaned into Hank’s side. The conversation wasn’t very long before the man smiled at Megan and waved her forward. 

Megan turned to look at Taza. 

“He just wants to take the sling off and feel for the break before he x-rays you, Chica,” Taza assured her. 

Hank guided her forward and worked the sling straps on her back to release them. Once the sling was off, he sat her on the narrow wooden table while holding her good hand.

The doctor approached with his hands held calmingly out in front of him. He gently pressed along her collarbone. He looked at Hank and asked something. 

“Mi reina, he wants to know if it hurts when he touches it,” Hank translated. 

“No. It’s a little achey, but that’s just the stiffness I think,” Megan said. 

The doctor nodded as Taza translated what was said. He gestured for Hank to step away from Megan and rolled a camera looking machine in front of her before holding a metal panel behind her shoulder. Megan fought the urge to giggle as she realized that the x-ray machine was a portable vet tool. 

The doctor took the shots that he needed before indicating that he’d be back in a moment. 

As soon as he was out of the room, Megan lost the battle with her giggles. Both men grinned at her. 

“What’s so funny, Chica?” Taza asked, amused at her reaction to this doctor. He had expected nerves or even some defiance like he’d seen the other times doctors had looked at her. 

“Papa, he’s not a doctor, is he? He’s a vet,” Megan bit her lip to stifle her laugh.

Hank burst out laughing while Taza stared at her for a moment before joining in. 

“How’d you know, Princessa?” Hank asked as he moved to support her still splinted arm through her laughing fit.

“The x-ray machine gave it away. And he wasn’t exactly concerned that he couldn’t talk to me directly. Plus - he came at me like I was going to cow kick him if he surprised me.”

Taza laughed again. “You’re right. He’s a farm vet. We didn’t want to scare you with him not being a ‘real’ doctor, so we just didn’t say anything.”

Megan smiled mischievously. “Well - for future reference - I’d much rather the vet than the hospital any day.”

An hour or so later they were walking down the narrow steps to the street level again with Megan’s sling tucked into a bag. The doctor had given the go ahead to remove the sling as long as she wasn’t using her arm too much and there wasn’t a lot of pain. He’s also provided Hank with a refill of the ibuprofen - just in case.

Once on the street, they decided to head to a small restaurant down the street to wait for the Reyes brothers and have lunch. 

Taza ordered for them at the counter while Hank and Megan found a table in a spot where they could see the door. Megan kept rolling her right shoulder until Hank gently rubbed his hand down her spine and across her shoulders. “Are you alright, mi reina?” he asked her as he did it. 

Megan gave a soft groan of relief as Hank rubbed. Hank chuckled at the noise as she answered. “I’m fine. Just stiff.” She paused, arching her back into his rubbing hand. “That feels so good.”

Hank laughed again and scooted his chair back from the table. “Come ‘ere, Princessa. Let me help.” He tugged her to sit in his lap facing him and leaned her forward against his chest so he could gently rub the knots from her back that the sling caused. 

Megan melted against him as the firm pressure released her muscles even through her kutte and holster. 

Hank grinned as Taza came to the table with two trays of food and drinks. His smile assured Taza that nothing was seriously wrong. 

Taza placed the trays on the table and took his seat across from her. “Everything alright?” he asked quietly. 

Megan nodded from where her face was buried in between Hank’s neck and shoulder but made  no move to get up. She let out another quiet moan that only Hank could hear as he hit a particularly nice spot. 

Hank chuckled again and tried not to think about it too much. He liked that noise. He met Taza’s eyes. “Yeah. She’s just stiff and her back muscles are in knots from the sling. 

Taza laughed a little. “So that’s why she’s practically purring.” 

Hank grinned. He tilted his chin to kiss Megan’s hair. “Your papa brought lunch. You ready to eat?” he asked her. 

Megan whined a little, but nodded before lifting her head. Hank helped her to settle back into her chair with a laugh. “A hot shower when we get home will help, mi amore.”f

As they ate, they made plans for the rest of the day. They had Templo when they got back to discuss the deal with the L.O. but after that no plans had been made. 

“Well, your tíos and I need to meet after Templo to do some book work, so I’ll be tied up for the night. What are your plans, Chica?” Taza asked as he discreetly added more rice to Megan’s plate while she was distracted. 

“Don’t know. I need to let Riz know to put me back on the schedule since the sling is off, but I also know that he’s already got this week’s schedule posted. I looked this morning,” Megan said as she ate the taco she'd fixed from the communal plates Taza had ordered them. “Will you be in meetings too, Hank?”

Hank sipped his soda and shook his head. “Nah. All my book stuff is done for the next two weeks.” He leaned back in his chair and slid his arm along the back of Megan’s. “Now that your sling’s off - would you want to do something tonight?”

Megan’s eyes sparkled. “Like a date?”

Hank laughed. “Yes. Like an actual date, mi princessa. Nothing too fancy, but a date.”

Megan bounced a little in her chair. “Yes!”

Taza grinned at her enthusiasm. “There we go. I’ll be home late too, so don’t wait up for me.”

“Would you keep Rex for the night?” Hank asked, petting the big dog’s ears under the table. “I thought we might take the bike.”

Megan lit up further “Really?”

“If your papa doesn’t mind.”

Megan turned to him with her big, brown eyes pleading.

“Yes. I’ll keep the pooch - if you promise to stay with Hank, Chica. I like you having him as an extra line of defense when you’re out, so you have to promise not to do anything stupid,” Taza stipulated. 

“I promise, Papa.”

“Alright then. You two will have date night while the pooch and I work late.”

Hank’s burner beeped from his kutte pocket. He pulled it out and checked it without removing his arm from Megan’s chair. “Angel and the Prospect are back in town.”

“Perfect timing. Let’s go home.”

They met the brothers back where they’d split up. Angel quickly abandoned the driver's seat to Taza and Megan got shotgun with Hank behind her. 

At the hatch, this time Taza went first followed by Megan. It was much easier without the sling. She managed to slip once, but caught herself. Once they were at the bottom, EZ frowned at the ladder. “That thing really does need fixed. La Princessa shouldn’t have to struggle with it every time. Especially since she’s going to be dealing with this trip a lot as the armorer,” he said.

“Glad you volunteer, Prospect,” Hank agreed. “You can start on it tomorrow.”

Megan giggled a little as she caught her breath in the close confines of the tunnel but petting Rex.

“You good, Shorty? Didn’t bust nothin’ when you slipped, did ya?” Angel asked.

Megan stuck her tongue out at him. “I’m fine. Just missed a rung.”

“Alright. Just checkin’. No harm in that,” Angel grinned a bit. “Hey Boyscout - maybe you need to use that big brain of yours to figure out a lift, huh? That way la princessa doesn’t break a nail.”

Megan smacked Angel in the chest with the back of her good hand and laughed. “You suck, Angel.”

“That’s why the women love me.”

Megan wrinkled her nose. “Eeewwww. TMI.”

Angel cracked up. “You asked for it.”

Taza shook his head with an exasperated chuckle and shoved Angel forward along the tunnel. “Get going before you scar my daughter for life.”

They made their way back to the Northern hatch where they all climbed out into the dress warehouse with EZ helping to lift Rex through the door. They were all a little dusty, but none the worse for wear.

Back at the clubhouse, Megan proudly walked in without her sling to find Bishop and Marcus relaxing at a table with a few beers.

“Well look at you, Poquito. Doctor freed you?” Bishop asked, standing to claim a hug.

Megan stepped into his embrace with a smile. “Still gotta wear the soft cast and be easy with it, but he cleared me to lose the sling.”

“Good. That’ll make dance lessons easier,” Marcus said as he got his own hug,

“Among other things,” Megan agreed. 

“Is everyone here?” Hank asked.

“Waiting on Riz. He went to help Vickie with something,” Bishop said, taking his seat back.

Taza and Hank joined them as Angel split off to the bar where Coco and Gilly were waiting. EZ went to fetch drinks automatically as Hank pulled Megan onto his knee. 

“He needs to hurry up. La Princessa and her caballero have a date tonight,” Taza said, accepting the beer from EZ.

Marcus grinned. “Finally going to take Poquito somewhere, Tranq?”

Hank grinned. “That’s the plan if nothing fucking it up this time.”

Bishop looked over his shoulder at where Angel was sipping on his own beer. “We’ll be fine for one night, brother. Take Poquito out tonight. If shit hits the fan - it can wait until tomorrow for you.” He grinned. “Now, that being said - you have planning to do. So get to it. Poquito - did the doctor say when the soft cast can come off?”

Hank chuckled and pressed a kiss to the place where Megan’s neck met her shoulder before sliding out from in under her. He watched as Megan settled into his seat and got distracted by her tío’s question before slipping out to the front porch. 

Megan smiled at Bishop. “Tío, why’re you asking me? You know very well the doctor doesn’t speak English.”

Bishop laughed and nodded. “You’re right. You’re right. So what did your papa tell you he said?”

“Still another three weeks or so - as long as I don’t do anything stupid. I kind of think Papa added that part on though,” Megan teased.

Taza laughed. “I paraphrased. That’s all Chica.”

They chatted amicably for a bit before Angel came over to ask to speak to Bishop and Taza alone for a minute in Templo. That left Megan with Marcus.

“Have you heard anything from Tía Diana and Tessa?” Megan asked. “I haven’t heard much since they left.”

Marcus sat forward at the table to smile at her. He leaned his forearms there and smiled. “Yeah. I heard from them at about lunch time. They’re probably still on the road though. Tessa doesn’t have much patience for car rides, so Diana will stop often to let her stretch.” He fiddled with his beer bottle a bit. “I talked to your tía about the move. She agrees that it’s probably best for everyone if I pause my patch for a bit.”

Megan reached across the table to squeeze his fingers. “And you? What do you think?”

He squeezed back before meeting her eyes. “I think she’s right. It makes the most sense, Bebita.”

“Then why the hesitation?” she asked quietly.

“I don’t know who I am without this kutte, Poquito. I’ve been wearing it so long it’s practically my skin at this point.” He sighed. “I’m struggling with letting go.”

“I understand. It’s like leaving rodeo was for me.” She fiddled with his signet ring, “But Tío, you aren’t leaving for good. It’s just like recon.”

He chuckled. “You’re right. We’ll make the call at the Templo after this one. I want to be sure the gun deal is solid first. Besides - this way nothing is on Hank’s mind tonight except you. Finally getting a real date night, huh? You gonna let him show out?”

Megan laughed and sat back. “You mean I could stop him?”

“Good point.”

Bishop and Taza returned with very serious faces. Megan sat up straight in alarm. “Papa? Everything alright?”

“Sí, Chica. Angel just had some information for us.” He pressed a reassuring kiss to the top of her head before resuming his seat. “Your tío is going to take care of it before Templo.”

Bishop nodded and gathered Gilly and Creeper before riding out. 

“Anything I need to know, Hermano?” Marcus asked.

Taza shook his head. “Nah. Charter issue.”

Marcus nodded. 

When Bishop and the others returned, Bishop’s face was like a thundercloud and Riz was with them. Hank followed them in from the front porch too. Bishop didn’t even have to say anything. He just grabbed the whiskey bottle and a glass and headed for Templo. Everyone followed.

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Lost Princessa: Meet the Reaper 28

Alright. It's a doozy. I'm talking like twice or three times the length of most of my chapters, but y'all voted for it. Here it is.

Do not steal my shit. This is the only place this is posted and there's a damn good reason for it. People have been waiting a long time for this chapter.

WARNINGS: cussing, 18+ only, unprotected sex (do as I say, not as I write), oral sex (f receiving), etc. It's fluffy porn for the last 2K+ words, okay?

Also - the first time I've EVER published something like this so be gentle. Better yet - be specific if you like it because I probably won't have the guts to write more like it if you aren't.

In Santo Padre proper, Hank parked the bike outside the best restaurant in town. He locked down their helmets and offered Megan his arm as he escorted her to the hostess stand.

“Good evening. Do you have a reservation?” the young lady asked.

“Should be under Loza,” Hank said, squeezing Megan’s hand gently.

“Yes sir. We have your table all ready for you. Please follow me.” She led them inside where they checked their jackets and then took them to a table that was fairly private. “Your server will be with you shortly. Enjoy your meal.”

Hank pulled Megan’s chair out for her and guided it in before taking his own seat.

Megan looked around with wide eyes. “Holy shit, Hank. I don’t know how to act in something as upscale as this.”

Hank laughed a little. “You’re doing fine, mi reina. Relax. It’s not as stuffy as it seems. I bring Mama here for special occasions. I promise, you’ll be just fine.” He leaned forward and took her good hand in his. “Besides - you don’t have to be anything except yourself. We don’t even have to order here. They just serve us the meal prepared for the evening. No decisions. No menus. Just us and dinner.” He couldn’t resist kissing her knuckles again as he watched her settle at his touch.

A waiter appeared at his elbow inquiring as to what they’d like to drink. Megan ordered water and Hank did as well. “We won’t be needing the wine list either,” Hank told him with a smile for Megan.

The bread and salad came out soon after they’d both gotten their drinks. As they ate, they talked softly about anything that came to mind. By the time the main course arrived, Megan was as relaxed in public as she could be. 

Hank was in the middle of telling Megan a story about when he was a young man in the military when their waiter appeared again to refill their water glasses. “Pardon me, but Mr. Galindo sends his regards and would like to buy your table a round of drinks,” he informed them.

Megan stiffened and looked around before clocking Miguel Galindo at a solitary table on the balcony. His head of security - the mercenary with the braids - stood near him. He raised a whiskey glass to acknowledge her look. 

Hank nodded. “You can tell Mr. Galindo that we appreciate his offer, but we’re not drinking tonight. Thank you,” he said levelly. 

“Very well sir,” the waiter said before leaving them to eat in peace. 

“What the hell does he think he’s doing? Megan fumed quietly. “There’s no way he thought that would be well received.”

Hank reached across the table to clasp her hand again to steady her. “Easy, mi princessa. THe more he sees it bothers us, the more outrageous he’ll get. Just ignore him.” He gently rubbed his thumb over her knuckles. “Deep breath. Don’t let him get to you.” 

Megan took a deep breath and squeezed his fingers before she started eating the steak and vegetables that was their main course.

Once the main course was finished, the waiter appeared again to clear their plates. “Would you like dessert?”

Hank grinned. “What is it tonight?”

“Triple chocolate brownie with vanilla ice cream.”

Hank looked at Megan with a smile. “What do you think, mi amore?”

Megan cracked a smile and bit her bottom lip.

“I do believe that’s a yes. We’ll take one,” Hank laughed. 

While they were waiting on their dessert, Hank reached for her hands again. “Still up for dancing after this, mi reina?”

“Of course. You promised to teach me how to really dance.” She grinned. “Tío Marcus has taught me some of the formal stuff, but Coco swears I look like a stiff.”

Hank laughed. “Alright. There’s a little dance club down the street-”

“Excuse me. I hate to interrupt -”

Hank sighed and looked up to find Miguel standing by their table adjusting his cufflinks.

He watched Megan sink a bit in her chair. “Mr. Galindo. What can we do for you?” He reached to guide Megan around the table to bring her closer to him.

“I didn’t want to interrupt, but I couldn’t help but notice that your sling is off, Ms. Morales. Is that wise?” Miguel asked. 

Megan looked to Hank in a panic without saying anything, so he pulled her around to sit on his knee. “Megan was cleared by a doctor earlier today. We’re actually celebrating that tonight. Was there something you needed?” Hank asked, gently rubbing the small of her back over the low back of her dress.

Miguel raised his eyebrows. “Ms. Morales - your voice has changed. I was under the impression that you were an officer in the M.C. Surely you can answer for yourself.”

Megan rested against Hank and took a deep breath. “Mr. Galindo, I am the Armorer of this charter, however, I’m not a voting member. I also don’t speak for the club on anything. Hank or another member will always be the one to speak instead of myself. That’s just how the structure of our organization works.”

Galindo smirked. “Ah, but we weren’t discussing business, Ms. Morales. We were discussion your personal safety. Perhaps you would do better with my organization watching out for you.”

“Either way, Mr. Galindo, my caballero or my father or godfathers will always speak for me first. They will always protect my interests,” Megan stated confidently. Hank nodded and placed a kiss to the side of her head.

“Surely you don’t see me as a threat, Ms. Morales. I’m a friend of your godfather. I’d like to be a friend to you.” He cut his eyes at Hank. “What’s preventing this relationship from becoming a friendship?”

Hank rubbed his hand up and down Megan’s bare back again and smiled. “Mr. Galindo, Megan can befriend whomever she likes. However, she also is still recovering from the abuse she suffered at the hands of people in a position of power over her. Because of that, she doesn’t feel comfortable discussing things with people that she doesn’t know. That’s where her club comes in. That’s where her family comes in.”

Megan settled against Hank’s chest and leaned her head against his shoulder as he continued to soothe her with his touch.

Miguel nodded and seated himself in Megan’s abandoned chair. “So, how can I gain your trust Ms. Morales? My business runs on trust. I don’t like not having yours.”

Megan sat up again, but continued to lean into Hank for courage. “Mr. Galindo, trust takes time to build. You have to give me time to get to know you and your organization. Time to see that you’re trustworthy.”

“Time? You need time?” Miguel ran his pointer finger over his top lip. “I can give you time, Cariño. On one condition…”

“What is your condition, Mr. Galindo?” Megan asked, lacing the fingers of her good hand through Hank’s where his hand rested on her hip.

“You allow me to attempt to earn that trust from you.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“Simply… allow me to be… friendly. Accept my gifts. Allow me to speak to you freely on the street without someone to hide behind.” He flashed her a charming smile.

“Mr. Galindo - it’s a free country. You can speak to anyone you’d like. Megan will speak with whomever she pleases. She can accept gifts from anyone - but you cannot require that of her if she is uncomfortable with you. You cannot intimidate mi princessa into trusting you.” Hank squeezed Megan’s waist comfortingly. “No one will ever force la princessa de los Mayas y mi reina to do something against her will again as long as any members of the Mayans M.C. survive. NOw - if you will excuse us - you’re interrupting our celebration. If you’d like to arrange a meeting to discuss la princessa, I suggest you go through proper channels.” Hank’s voice was smooth and calm the entire time he spoke to Galindo, but Megan could feel the tension in his body beneath hers.

Miguel nodded decisively and smirked at Hank’s protective speech. “Very well. Perhaps I will go through the proper channels then. See if I can’t get her as liaison.” He stood and straightened his suit jacket. “Until then, it was wonderful to see you looking so… well, Ms. Morales.” He paused to run his eyes over Megan where she sat. “Enjoy your… celebration.” He gave a mocking not to them and swept out of the restaurant. 

As soon as he was out of sight, Megan wilted into Hank as he cuddled her close. He could feel her trembling as she fought to keep her breathing even. “Easy, mi amore. You did beautifully.” He pressed kisses to her hair and used both hands to stroke her back and arms. “Shh. You’re alright. I’ve got you. He’s gone.”

Megan focused on her breathing as it seemed like a bubble of tension in the restaurant popped, releasing a wave of chatter from the other diners. She got herself under control and quickly sat up to give Hank a weak smile.

Hank cupped her cheek in his massive palm and soothed over her cheekbone with his thumb. “There’s my girl.” He pressed a soft kiss to her lip and smiled.

Their waiter reappeared with fresh water and their dessert. “Here you are sir, miss. Can I get you anything else? We appreciate how calmly you took your dinner being interrupted by another guest. My manager would like you to know that tonight’s meal is on the house as a thank you for your patience and kindness.”

Hank smiled at the much smaller man. “Thank your manager for us. I think mi reina would appreciate a cup of tea if you have time.” He smoothed some hair that had escaped her braids out of her face softly as he rocked her.

“Of course. I’ll be right back with that, sir.” The waiter hurried off.

Megan took one more deep breath in through her nose and out through her mouth before she smiled at Hank. “Sorry. I froze.”

He kissed her forehead before pulling the dessert close and offering her one of the spoons. “You did just fine, Princessa. Let’s finish dinner and see if you still feel like going dancing afterwards.”

After finishing their dessert and a cup of tea for Megan, Hank guided her back out of the restaurant. He gently helped her into her leather jacket and took her back to his bike.

“Alright, mi amore. Still feel like dancing tonight? I’ll understand if you don’t,” he assured her.

Megan smiled up at him. “I don’t want him to succeed at spoiling our date night. I’d love to go dancing with you.”

Hank lit up. “In that case - let’s leave the bike here. There’s not much parking over by where I want to take you. Do you mind walking?”

“I don’t mind at all. It’s a beautiful night.”

Hank guided her to the inside of the sidewalk and took her good hand as they walked down the street. It wasn’t very far at all and Megan grinned when she could hear the music. “Ready to go dancing for the first time, mi princessa?” Hank asked, pressing a kiss to her knuckles and lingering teasingly.

“Ready.” She smiled up at him, giggling when he guided her into a spin right there on the street. 

They rounded the corner and entered a plaza that was lit with strings of lights. The club door was just a few yards away when Megan froze. Hank stopped and turned to check on her with a frown. “Mi amore? What’s wrong?”

Megan pointed to the door where a man with familiar braids stood talking to the bouncer. 

“Fuck. Asshole. He delayed us on purpose because he was sending his errand boy ahead,” Hank growled. “Either he’s waiting inside to ambush us again, or he’s paid off the doorman to keep us from getting in.”

Megan sighed and pressed her face into Hank’s bicep. “I really don’t want to deal with him again. He makes me anxious.”

Hank pulled her close and let her tuck herself into his broad chest before he wrapped his arms around her tightly. “Then we won’t, mi reina. We can dance another night. We can go home or even back to the clubhouse with your papa and tíos. If you want, we can call the guys and have them bring the girls from Vickie’s - make our own dance club at the clubhouse…” He kissed her hair gently and rocked back and forth to settle her.

Nestor caught sight of them and smiled before patting the bouncer on the shoulder. 

Hank struggled not to lose his temper and go a few rounds with the cartel security. He focused on Megan in his arms and got angrier when he heard her sniff back tears. “Oh Princessa. Don’t cry. Don’t let that bastard steal our night.” He loosened his hold until he could tilt her face up to his and kiss her gently right there on the street corner. “Say the word, mi amore, and the club will arrive in force to go in with us if you want to dance in there tonight. You won’t have to deal with him. We’ll shield you.” He wiped the lone tear that slid down her cheek gently.

“No. Let’s just go home.” She shook her head. “No use in getting into fights with the fucking cartel over it.” Her eyes pleaded with Hank to let it go. “Let’s just ignore him and go home.”

He searched her face for a minute. “Alright, mi reina. Alright.” He turned her around and headed back towards the bike. 

Once they were back at the bike, Megan sighed. She looked so upset still, and Hank couldn’t stand it. He kissed both sets of knuckles and then her lips before he smiled down at her. “Well - at least I won’t have to shoot anyone for hitting on my gorgeous girl tonight. You really are so beautiful I’d probably have had to fight to keep you to myself in there.”

That got a watery chuckle from her as he leaned down to press a deep kiss to her lips. He pressed her close to his body and smiled as she fought to catch her breath after they broke apart. 

His personal phone chimed from his suit jacket pocket which gave him an idea. He pulled it out and started typing furiously. It dinged again - multiple times in a row - alerting her to the amount of responses he was getting. By the time the dinging stopped, he was grinning ear to ear.

“Alright, Princessa. Plan B. Let’s run to the grocery store for some extra ice cream and head home. The night’s not over yet.”

Hank encouraged her to take her time choosing snacks at the store. They got ice cream and topping for it as well as candy of all sorts. 

“What are we doing?” Megan giggled as Hank reached for a giant bag of M&Ms. 

“It’s a surprise, Princessa. The rich bastard can’t ruin this plan.” He grinned down at the loaded handbasket. “Anything else you want, mi amore?”

“I don’t think so. There’s so much.”

“Gotta have options.” His phone chirped again and he checked it. Whatever was on his screen made him smile in satisfaction. “Let’s head home.”

Back on the bike, Hank felt Megan relax into his back as soon as the wind hit her. When they stopped at a stoplight, he reached back to rest his hand on her bare thigh, stoking the soft skin that he couldn’t feel through his leather riding gloves.

At the ranch, Megan saw that the lights had been turned on inside, but there were no bikes or van parked outside. Once Hank cut the bike’s engin, Megan asked, “Who’s here?” as she removed her helmet.

“No one anymore. I had the Prospect come set some things up for us and then leave the lights on.” He smiled as he guided her off the bike first before dismounting along with her.

“Did you tell Papa what happened?” she asked quietly.

He shook his head. “Not yet, Princessa. We can tell him tomorrow morning so that he and Bishop can handle it. It’s not going to blow up our night.” He pulled her close and leaned down to kiss her gently. “Let’s go inside.”

Inside the ranch house, everything looked normal in the entrance and the living room, so Megan was a little puzzled. Hank helped her remove her leather jacket and hung it with his before leading her into the kitchen to put away the ice cream. That’s when she noticed it.

Hank had asked EZ to clear the patio of everything except the love seat to the side and the brick fire pit. String edison lights were hung from the rafters holding the roof and a fire had been laid, but wasn’t yet lit. One of the stereo systems from the clubhouse had been hung as well and the projector and screen from their movie date were back in place playing Latin dance music and showing video of some kind of festival where dancing happened in the plaza. 

She went to the patio doors and smiled brightly at the set up. After putting the ice cream in the freezer, Hank joined her at the doors, wrapping his arms around her from behind and swaying gently. “Now we can dance as much as we want and no one can interrupt us,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her left temple. “And if you get tired, we have all the snacks for a movie instead.”

“This is amazing. You didn’t have to do this -” she said, leaning back into his embrace.

“Mi reina, you were disappointed that Galindo was able to pull strings like he did tonight. I promised you dinner and dancing - so that’s exactly what you’re gonna get.” He smiled and caught her left hand in his right and spun her gently all the way around. “Ready for that dance?”

Megan popped up on her toes and kissed him. “Any time.”

Hank led her out onto the patio and lit the fire pit quickly before finding the remote that controlled the music and sliding it into his jacket pocket. He changed the song to the one they’d first danced to in Mama’s backyard before offering Megan his hand in the most over the top gallant fashion he could manage. “May I have this dance?”

Megan laughed, throwing her head back until she calmed enough to take his offered hand. “Of course, good sir.”

Hank drew her close and into frame for a proper dance before taking the lead. He could definitely tell the difference this time. Megan never looked away from his face to check her feet. She just trusted his lead. 

She smiled up at him as he spun her gently before catching her and lowering her into a dip. “You ready for the next step, Princessa?”

“What’s next?”

He chuckled. “Time to move. Just follow my lead.”

When the song changed, he started dancing her around the patio. It took a few minutes, but she found her footing in the movement. She glanced down to see that she was keeping beat and laughed.

Hank released her hand to guide her chin back up to meet his eyes. “Eyes on me, mi reina. You’re doing just fine.” He watched as she bit her bottom lip before meeting his gaze again. “There’s my girl.”

Megan felt heat spread through her veins and thought it must be visible on her face. The hand that Hank had on her waist slipped back to stroke the skin that was at the small of her back as she moved a little closer to him. “Hank?”

“Sí, mi princessa?”

“Kiss me?”

He smirked a bit before leaning down to press a soft kiss to her lips as the song swapped again. A much slower song started and he guided both of her hands up to the back of his neck asw he pulled her closer still.

Megan pouted up at him, making him laugh. “What’s wrong, mi amore?”

“That doesn’t count as a kiss.” 

He pressed his forehead against hers with a cheeky smile. “Oh really? What kind of kiss were you looking for?”

“This kind.” Megan pressed herself up to kiss Hank deeply as her hands slid into his haid to pull him closer. 

Hank couldn’t resist and pressed her completely against him with one hand stroking the bare back exposed by the dress that had been teasing him for hours as the other slid up to support Megan's head and neck. He let her lead the kiss as much as he could before she let out a tiny sound of pleasure that broke his carefully held control.

He gentled the kiss only enough to allow her to breathe before he backed them up to the loveseat. When he felt it at his back, he sat - pulling her to straddle his lap. For the first time, he felt like he could safely enjoy her being on top of him. He reveled in it. 

Megan settled into the comfort of his wide lap with a smile. Even with the brace still on her right wrist, this was the most Hank had allowed her to do in a while. Her hands went back to his soft hair as she kissed him again. 

Hank’s hands stroked the skin of her back and shoulders before one slid down her body to her bare thigh where her skirt had ridden up. He traced the bike shorts she was wearing before sliding his hand around to cup her ass through them and pull her hips tighter to his as he guided kisses across her jaw until he could nip her ear gently. “See, mi reina. Dancing at home has it’s advantages.”

Megan let out a breathy giggle as he rocked her hips into his. 

He smiled against her skin before exploring further down her neck with his kisses.

Megan allowed her head to fall back as he brushed his lips along the cleavage the neckline of her dress exposed and let out a small whine when he stopped. 

He chuckled as her trance was broken and she pouted at him again. He gently kissed her once more while rocking his hips up into hers. “Is this what you want, Megan?” he asked quietly. “Is it? You know you are the one calling the shots, right?” He cupped her neck with one hand and her hip with the other and waited until she met his eyes. Megan’s pupils were dilated so far that he could barely see the deep brown color that he had come to love so very much. “This is your choice.”

She smiled at him in such a way as to make his breath catch in his throat. “I know, Hank. You are always my choice.” She wrapped her arms tighter around his shoulders and rocked her hips against the hard ridge in his suit pants. “I want you. All of you…”

He buried his face in her good shoulder as he pressed kisses to her skin. Once he’d calmed down enough, he smiled up at her. “Then we should take this behind locked doors.” He paused to press a kiss to her lips. “Go inside, mi reina. I’m going to put out the fire and cover the electronics and then I’ll meet you in our room.”

Megan searched his face for a moment before smiling down at him. “Alright.” She slid off his lap with the help of his guiding hands and shivered a bit when he sat forward on the love seat to kiss her stomach through her dress.

Once he was standing, he released her hand with a kiss and patted her ass to send her on her way inside. As she crossed the threshold of the patio doors, he started shutting everything down for the night. As he turned off the music, he realized that the speaker system was the outdoor ones - but they looked newer than the ones at the clubhouse. And the projector had been mounted to the rafters this time as well.

He went around the corner of the house to get the bucket of sand that Taza kept for putting out the fire pit and saw brand new boxes for the electronics broken down and ready to be burned. He laughed and shook his head. The Prospect must have told Taza what he’d been asked to do and Taza sent him shopping. Probably with Creep along to choose the right things to create a more permanent outdoor theater for the house. He shot a text off to Taza to thank him for making this easy for him, then grabbed the bucket and went to smother the fire. 

Before he went back inside to unplug the lights, his phone dinged with a reply and he checked it. “Anything for her, Hermano. She alright? Why the change of plans?” it read.

Hank paused and responded - “She’s fine. I’ll explain in the morning.”

An immediate reply came through saying “Good. See you in the morning.”

Hank locked his phone as he shut and locked the patio doors. Once he’d unplugged the patio lights, he plugged his phone in next to Megan’s on the kitchen counter and turned to the hallway to meet her.

In the bedroom, Megan had taken the time to remove her makeup and wash her face. She sat at her vanity unpinning her braids as he walked in and leaned in the doorway. She was humming contentedly and he waited for her to notice him before joining her in the bedroom.

Megan’s eyes met his in the mirror and she smiled. “Thought I’d go ahead and wash my face.” She let her warrior braids fall to brush her tattooed back.

“Need some help, Princessa?” he asked, pushing off the doorframe and closing the door behind him and locking it. 

She smiled up at him as he joined her at her vanity. “Of course.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Want your jewelry off?”

“Yes please. And my hair down.”

He smiled again and removed her necklaces, placing kisses beneath each clasp before undoing them. He helped to remove her earrings carefully as well before replacing her cord and silver necklace from Taza. He felt her shoulders relax as soon as it was back in its place around her throat. Lastly, he removed her new pearl bracelet and put it away in her jewelry box.

He reached for the small scissors that Taza had shown him to use to cut the bands on her smaller braids. He carefully snipped each band and threw them away before he started to unravel Megan’s hair. He watched her face relax as the tension from her heavy hair released. Once it was all unraveled, he gently massaged her scalp and watched her eyes close in bliss. Once he’d worked over her scalp well, he picked up the brush she used to detangle it and brushed it out so that it laid to her waist over her dress. “Better, mi amore?” he asked, smoothing her silky hair.

She opened her eyes to meet his with a smile. “Yes. Thank you.”

“You are so beautiful, Megan.” He bruised her hair aside to kiss her bare shoulder. 

She smiled and tilted her head to give him more access to her neck as she watched him in the mirror.

Hank took advantage of the exposed skin and pressed kisses up her neck until he reached her ear. “Alright, Princessa. You’re sure?” he whispered.

“I’m sure, Hank.”

He kissed her temple before shedding his suit jacket and the button up so he was just standing there in his slacks and a white wife-beater tank with his tattoos on display in the dim lighting of the lamps. He offered Megan his hand to help her stand and when she took it, he guided her close to him. Once she was pressed to his front, he used one massive hand to tilt her chin up so he could look down into her eyes. “You tell me to stop at any time, mi reina. Anytime.” He stroked a gentle thumb across her bottom lip. “Promise me?”

Megan’s wide trusting eyes stared up at him and she blinked. “I promise.”

“Good girl.” He pulled her closer against his chest and kissed her deeply, stroking his hands over her still clothed body.

Megan’s hands explored his chest and sides as she let out the tiniest little whimper. When he paused, she whined and reached to pull his head back down to kiss him again. She ran her good hand through his ruffled hair and stood on her bare toes to reach him better.

Hank cupped her hips over her dress and lifted her until she wrapped her legs around his waist without stopping the kiss. He finally broke it to laugh a little because she was giggling. He walked them to the bed and laid her across it before peppering kisses across her face and neck.

She grinned up at him as he paused to catch his breath.

He reached to cup her face again. “I love when you smile at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you’re the happiest woman in the world and I did something to make you that way.” He pressed another kiss to her lips before deepening it. He slid his hand to her knee where it rested against his side and eased his touch up her leg beneath the skirt of that deep red dress. He was expecting to encounter the bike shorts again, but instead found only the smooth skin of her thigh. He buried his face in the crook of her neck with a moan. “Makeup wasn’t all you took off, mi amore, was it?”

Megan ran her casted hand gently down his back over his wife beater and stroked the back of his neck with gentle fingers. “Don’t need shorts if I’m not on the bike…”

He made another strangled sound as his hand encountered lace which made her giggle again. “You alright, Hank?” she asked.

He kept his face buried in her skin and nodded. “Gimme a minute.”

Megan relaxed beneath him where he laid on top of her, supporting his weight  on the arm by her head. She marveled at how he was rock steady above her as she traced the muscles of his back.

“Princessa, that’s not helping. I’m trying real hard not to embarrass myself right now.” He picked his head up with a smile before rocking his hips gently against her.

Megan reached to stroke the line of his jaw with her good hand. “I won’t break, Hank. The sling is fully off and all that’s left is the soft cast. You won’t hurt me.”

He kissed her inner wrist and nodded. “I know, but you were so hurt for so long, mi reina. I don’t want that for you again. Especially because I lost control.” He slid to the side a little to rest on the bed beside her as he pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “Besides - I know that this -” he gestured between the two of them. “This isn’t something that’s been your choice in a long time. I don’t want to be like him.”

Megan smiled and moved to snuggle closer to his body heat. “You aren’t him though. You’ll never be him. I’m not afraid of you and never have been.” She made solid eye contact with him. “I love you.”

Hank took a moment to scan her eyes for any hesitation, but found none so he drew her into a deep and loving kiss while guiding her hands back to his chest. 

Megan could feel that he was still hesitant to push her, so she tugged at the white tank top he was still wearing before whispering - “Off.”

When Hank sat up to remove it, Megan reached to undo the side zipper on her dress. He never took his eyes off of her as she shed it carefully - revealing the white lace panties he had only felt during their make out session. Her chest was completely bare since she’d shed the sticky bra at the same time as the bike shorts. She watched his jaw tighten before reaching for him to unfasten his slacks.

As her fingers fumbled with the zipper, Hank’s hands explored the now familiar skin of her torso.  He stroked her skin gently while surging forward to kiss her again with more heat in it. 

As soon as the zipper released, Megan stroked the hard ridge of his cock through the cotton of his boxer briefs causing him to moan softly. He broke the kiss to slide out of his slacks and sit firmly against the headboard before offering her his hand in invitation.

She didn’t hesitate. She took the offered hand and moved to straddle him, sitting firmly over that pronounced ridge in his underwear and shivering in pleasure at the feeling.

The heat that he could feel through the two thin layers of cotton was overwhelming. He cupped the back of her neck to pull her into his kisses before trailing more over them over the soft skin of her neck and shoulder. When his kisses hit that soft spot, right below her ear, Megan couldn’t resist a small moan of satisfaction as she rocked gently in his lap giving her body some of the stimulation it craved. 

With his left hand, Hank moved to cup a bare breast, gently thumbing and rolling the hard nipple as he diligently nibbled sweet spots on her neck and ears. His other hand slipped down to stroke teasingly along the top band of her panties.

Her hands alternated holding his head close to where she so desperately wanted it and stroking the muscles of his arms and abs.

When he pulled back a bit to catch his breath, Megan didn’t give him a chance for his brain to re engage and start overthinking again. Instead, she returned the favor, exploring his tattooed skin with wet kisses and nibbles. She traced the now familiar ink of his chest with her lips before nuzzling the nautical star just beneath his clavicle.

Hank reached to pull her higher on his body so he could catch her breast with his lips. She arched to offer him full access which he took advantage of - tracing around her sensitive breast with his tongue before catching a nipple to suckle - enjoying the soft noises of pleasure she let out. His fingers slipped under the final lace covering her to tease her cleft, causing her to buck into his touch with a whine. He chuckled and swapped breasts as her hand clutched at his broad shoulders for support.

It didn’t take much encouragement for him to part her folds to find her clit. As he stroked the first circle over it, Megan’s breath caught in her throat and he noticed her arms shaking trying to support her weight against him. Her cast rubbed his skin as she shifted.

He nuzzled her breasts. “Easy, mi amore. Don’t hurt yourself.” He kissed up her body to catch her lips in a deep kiss before muttering “Let me help…” against her lips.

He quickly wrapped his free arm around her back to hold her against him. Without ever losing rhythm, he flipped their positions and laid her back against the bed beneath him again. 

As soon as he settled her into the covers, he paused to look at her. Her dark hair sprawled across the blankets they had chosen together. Her lips swollen from his kisses. Her breasts rising rapidly as she enjoyed his touch. That’s when it clicked for him. She really meant it. He was her choice - and he’d be damned if he didn’t worship her the way she deserved. 

Megan whined as his fingers left her slit.

“Shh,” he hushed her gently, leaning to kiss her softly on the forehead. “Patience, Princessa.” He hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties before guiding them down her legs as his lips trailed kisses down her small body.

Once she was completely bare beneath him, he pecked kisses up her skin again until he could kiss her lips. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered before resuming laying on his side over her to enjoy her kisses again.

When she was so involved in kissing him that she tried to roll over to press into his body, he gently pressed her back onto her back before trailing his hands along her skin again and teasing her entrance with a single finger as she whined. 

“Hank, please - don’t tease me -”

He smiled down at her. “Never.” He eased a finger into her tight tunnel and she arched off the bed as his thumb found her clit again. She was so wet she was practically dripping, so he pulled out and added another finger, catching her cry of pleasure with a kiss. He eased into a rhythm with his fingers and thumb - watching her build quickly for him.

“There she is. Gonna cum for me, Preciosa?” On his next press inside her, he hooked his fingers up to rub along her top wall. He knew he’d found it when Megan cried out and her hands scrambled for purchase against his chest making him chuckle a little. He shifted his weight to catch her hands in one of his before gently, and with a mind for her brace, trapping them against him. “Come on, Princessa,” he whispered, watching her body language. 

On the next thrust of his fingers, her eyes popped open to meet his and her mouth opened on a silent scream as her entire body tensed and she came for him.

Hank eased her through it as he watched her body spasm before relaxing into him panting for breath. He slowed his hand and released her arms to hook a finger under her chin an guide her into a deep and gentle kiss. 

He tried to ease his fingers out of her without triggering too much oversensitivity, but she still twitched and whimpered. He hushed her gently and gathered her to his chest to let her breathing regulate. 

Once she was breathing regularly again, he eased back to grin down at her a bit cockily. “Alright there, Princessa?”

Megan giggled. “Mmmhmm.”

“Good. Do you want more or do you want to stop?” he asked, smoothing her hair down her back as they lay on their sides still pressed closely together.

She tilted her chin so she could look him in the eyes. “I really want all of you…”

He smiled and moved to kiss her again. “Then you’ll get it, mi reina.” He nudged her back onto her back before reaching to tease her entrance again. “That’s my girl. Oh Princessa, you’re so wet…” He eased his fingers back inside her as she arched for him. He started slow and gentle to be sure that her oversensitivity had passed before brushing sucking kisses down her throat - focusing on a spot between her neck and left shoulder to leave a light mark beneath where the collar of a t-shirt would cover.

When her soft whimpers turned to a whine, he eased further down to kiss and tease her breasts. She arched as he stroked that spot inside her again and he sucked a nipple hard making her cry out. “That’s it- Good girl-” he breathed into her skin as he kissed further down.  “Let me taste you, mi amore…” He nuzzled further down, guiding her good hand to his hair before he pressed a kiss to her hip. “Just a taste - then you can cum for me again…”

Megan whined and tugged his hair. “Hank - want you-”

He kissed her hip again, nibbling another mark into her skin. “You’ll have me - but I really want to taste you. Let me?” He looked up at her to meet her eyes - blown wide with the pleasure his fingers were giving her.

She met his eyes and bit down hard on her lip before nodding. 

Hank immediately moved to swipe his tongue through her dripping slit. Broad flat licks from his pumping fingers to her clit before circling that sensitive bundle with his tongue.

Megan’s fingers tightened and clutched his hair as she cried out a writhed. When he sucked gently at her clit and crooked his fingers again, she screamed and came for him again.

This time, Hank didn’t let her come down fully. He eased up a little, but kept up the stimulation as he shed his briefs. Just as she suddenly started spasming again, he slid his fingers out and moved to sink his cock inside her. 

Megan screamed again in pleasure as Hank sank halfway inside on his first thrust. Her hands moved to clutch at his back as his face buried in her good shoulder with a groan and a string of broken Spanish.

He eased back and thrust back in with a gentle roll of his hips until he was fully seated inside of her. He peppered her skin with kisses as he gave her time to adjust. When she finally relaxed beneath him, he propped himself on his elbows so he could look down into her face. “You okay, mi reina?” he panted, struggling to be still.

She nodded and tried to lift her hips - “So good. Hank - move please-” she begged through harsh breaths.

He started gentle but felt her shifting to take him deeper and adjusted his strokes until she was crying out again and digging her nails into his tattooed back. 

He moaned as he felt her tightening down on him. “Good girl - gonna cum soon. Need you close-” He shifted to put more power behind his thrust and snaked a hand between them to thumb her clit again. 

“Hank!”

“You close, mi amore? Gonna cum on my cock like mi reina deserves?”

She nodded frantically and tried to bite off her scream as she exploded, triggering his own release. He thrust through both of their highs before easing off until he practically collapsed on top of her. After a few breaths, he pulled her close and rolled them so she was on top as she shuddered through the aftershocks. As she relaxed, he eased out of her causing her to whimper.

“Shh. Easy, mi princessa. Rest.” He pressed kisses to her tangled hair and stroked her skin soothingly. “You are so perfect. So perfect.” He looked down as both of their breaths evened out to see her eyes closed and a content little smile on her lips. “Rest a minute - then we’ll get you cleaned up.”

After letting her relax in his arms, he gently eased out from under her - soothing sounds escaping him as she whined at him moving. He scooped her up and went in to start the shower for both of them. He helped to clean her up and combed through her hair to remove the worst of the tangles. Then he snuggled her dozing body against his beneath their blankets and drifted off to sleep with his nose burning in the crown of her head and her right back where she belonged to sleep - practically on top of him.

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Lost Princessa: Meet the Reaper 27

Well... apparently having the two weeks from hell means that I go on a writing spree. I still have like half a notebook plus some more that's already written. I'll probably type some more up tomorrow. For now, I'm exhausted - and a little drunk - so this is as far as I got today.

Warnings: cursing, fluff, and show level talking about illegal shit.

Don't steal my shit. This is the only place it's posted. If you see it somewhere else, it's stolen.

Angel was the last one inside. He rolled the stained glass door closed behind him. 

Once everyone was seated, Bishop called the meeting to order. “Before we handle club business, we have some charter shit to discuss and bring to a vote.” He looked at Marcus. “Sorry, Padrino. New information.”

Marcus nodded. 

Bishop lit a cigarette and leaned forward. “It was brought to our attention that there is another tunnel to Mexico right in our backyard.” He paused and looked at Angel. “Tell them.” 

Angel took a deep breath and leaned forward as well, folding his hands on the table. Coco and Gilly both nodded at him. “When we raided the redneck ranch, Bishop sent us chasing Dennis. We told you he got away because he was shooting at us, and he did.” He paused and looked at Gilly. “It was also because while we were chasing him, Gilly and the Prospect fell into a hole in the ground. We stopped to pull them out. At first we thought it was some sort of animal den, but when we threw them down a light we found…”

Gilly took up the story. “It was a tunnel. A serious tunnel. We thought it was abandoned, but I went back to cover it up the next day and decided to check it closer.” He shrugged. “That branch was abandoned, but it led to another one that was in use. Working lights, supply stashes - everything. The Southern end ends at a locked hatch about a half mile into Mexico, but the Northern end -”

Bishop finished it, “The Northern end comes out in the cellar of the Ariza house.”

Every eye turned to Riz.

He sighed. “That tunnel is older than I am. My grandfather helped dig it. It belongs to Vickie. She uses it to help her girls. You know most of them don’t have papers. That’s what I was doing this afternoon. One of the girls hadn’t seen her baby in weeks, so I brought her mom and the baby to visit.”

Taza shook his head. “You should have told us.”

Riz sat forward. “It’s not affecting the club at all. I didn’t think it mattered.”

Hank growled. “Didn’t matter? And if you’d been caught using it? You’re an officer of this club. They’d never believe we didn’t know about it.” 

Bishop nodded sternly. “Hank’s right. You put us all in danger. We’re a club. Everything comes to the table, brother. You risked exposing us all without consulting us.”

“It’s not even my tunnel! There’s no action for the club!” Riz asserted.

Megan caught his eye. “There might not be any action, Riz, but there was risk. Every move we made would be suspect if someone found that tunnel that wasn’t us.” She shook her head. “We’d have lost the guns, the deal with the L.O. - everything.”

Taza agreed. “And it wouldn’t have stopped with our charter, brother. Every charter would be subject to suspicion. Probably even a R.I.C.O. investigation.”

Riz slammed himself backwards in his chair angrily.

Bishop raised a hand to forestall any more comments. “We need to vote this. Riz - step out.”

“This is bullshit!” Riz exploded and shoved himself back from the table before stomping out.

Megan shivered at his tone and reached to rub Rex’s ears under the table to hide her shaking hands. Hank slid her chair closer to his and his arm around her shoulders soothingly. It was only family. He could afford the affection in Templo.

Bishop ashed his cigarette and sighed. “We have to decide how serious this offense is.” He looked around and met everyone’s eyes. “Do we strip his patch?”

Megan sucked her breath in sharply but stayed silent. She didn’t have a say in this. She bit down hard on her bottom lip as Hank soothed her a bit by running his hand up and down her spine.

Creeper sighed and ran a hand over his bald head. “Man - it was stupid, but I don't think it was malicious. Riz would never risk the club on purpose.” 

Coco lit a fresh smoke. “That’s true, but he still did it.”

Bishop sat back and sipped whiskey, but stayed out of the discussion.

Hank shook his head. “But stripping his patch? Riz lives for this club. It’s why we voted him Secretario.”

Taza agreed. “But we also can’t trust him with that job if he’s not considering the club when he makes his decisions - especially when he does something like this.”

Gilly nodded. “I agree.”

Bishop finally spoke. “So do we let him keep his patch, but strip his rank then?”

Taza nodded. “I’ll second that idea. Strip his rank. He’s left a full member with his vote, but not an officer.”

“And not eligible to hold office again for at least two years,” Hank agreed.

Nods went around the table. Bishop met everyone’s eyes. “Alright then. Let’s vote.” 

The vote was unanimous. Taza stood to call Riz in, where Bishop informed him of the decision made by the club. 

Riz drew his belt knife and cut the stitching that held his rank flash to his kutte and threw it on the table. 

Bishop called for nominations for the position and it came to a unanimous vote that Angel took the flash - with Riz abstaining from the vote with Bishop’s blessing.

Once everything had settled, Bishop looked to the new Secretario. “Alright. Charter shit handled. Now - what did Adelita say?”

Angel smirked a bit. “La Princessa was right. Adelita and her people are the perfect ones to hide and keep those weapons for us. We saw their current camp. It’s impossible to find without the coordinates. We were right on top of it before we even knew it was there and their guards had us in sight long before that. And every mother fucker there is deadly. Kids included.” Angel lit a cigarette. “We just need to get them shipping details. The barrels can come into the port at Ensenada to a shell company that EZ has the details for. The L.O. will move it, assemble and guard. We just play delivery boys and deal with the buyers. L.O. gets twenty percent. SAMCRO gets five percent. Seventy-five percent of the profit goes to the club.”

Marcus grinned. “Everyone wins.”

Bishop chuckled. “Everyone wins. Any questions?”

Megan raised her hand and looked to Angel. “Did Adelita find out who was following us in the market?”

“Nah. She put a tail on them, but the kid lost them.” Angel shrugged. “She wants to keep meets to a minimum until we either figure it out or the first shipment gets here.”

Bishop nodded. “Any objection to Angel staying the go-between?” he asked before looking around. When there weren’t any, he nodded again. “Alright then. Any other business?” When no one had any, he banged the gael. “Good. We’re done here.”

Angel, Coco, and Gilly rose to leave with Riz right on their tail looking pissed. 

Creeper sighed and pushed himself up. “They’ll be in the cage before sundown.”

Bishop nodded. “Probably, but that’s on them.”

“I’ll go supervise -” Creep agreed. 

Bishop grinned. “You’re on your own, brother. We’ve got paperwork and Hank’s got a date.”

That made Creeper laugh and wink at Megan. “Alright. Fair enough.”

After he left, the elder members of the club all turned their eyes to Megan and Hank. “Hank, brother, don’t you have somewhere to be?” Bishop asked. 

Hank laughed. “It’s all planned out. We can leave whenever mi reina is ready.”

Megan giggled and stood up. “Alright. We’re going. Don’t spend all of your time gossiping about us.” She petted Rex’s ears again. “His harness and leash are behind the bar. I’ll have EZ fill his bowls. Should I leave the Templo door cracked so he can get out or do you want it closed?”

Taza laughed and stood to hug her tightly. “The pooch will be fine. We’ll be home late, so don’t wait up for us. Enjoy yourself, Chica.” He kissed her forehead and she felt his lips move as he muttered something in Apache against the crown of her head.

Megan hugged him back and smiled. “We will. Have fun doing paperwork.” She grinned as she went to hug her tíos too. They both said their goodnights before Megan gave the command for Rex to stay with Taza and joined Hank at the door to Templo.

Hank led the way to the car with a grin. “Are you excited to get to ride the bike again, mi amore?”

Megan nodded enthusiastically and slid into the passenger seat as Hank held the door open for her. “I really am. I love my car - but nothing beats riding the bike.”

“Good. We’ll head home to change before we head out.”

“Where are we going?” Megan asked as he joined her in the front seat.

“I promised you dinner and dancing, mi reina. I haven’t forgotten.”

At the ranch, Hank hung up their kuttes when they came through the door. Then he tugged her close by her waist to plant a kiss on her lips. When he finally came up for air, he couldn’t help but smile at the slightly dazed look on her face. “Alright, mi princessa. I’m going to do something I normally wouldn’t do.”

“What’s that?” she asked a bit breathlessly.

He tilted her chin up so she’d meet his eyes. “I’m going to make a request for your outfit. Will you please wear a dress for tonight? I don’t care which one - but you deserve a nice night and the dress will help with that.”

She smiled up at him. “Alright. But - you have to let me surprise you.”

He chuckled. “Going to short circut my brain?”

“Hopefully.”

“Alright, mi amore. Let me grab my stuff and I’ll get ready in Taza’s room.”

Hank grabbed the hanging suit bag from the closet and smiled. “You need anything before I go, mi princessa?” he asked, pulling her left hand to his mouth to kiss her crown ring. 

Megan smiled at him. “Will you help me change my earrings? I want to wear my pearls.”

“Of course, mi reina.” Hank carefully led her over to her dressing table and switched her earrings from the feathers he’d bought her to her crowned pearls. The backs were just too fiddly for her to do with the soft cast on. “Anything else?”

Megan touched the necklace she was wearing that matched Taza’s. “Can you help me swap this one out for grandmother’s pearls before you go?”

“Are you sure, mi amore? You haven’t taken it off since Taza gave it to you. You could leave it on,” Hank said, rubbing her shoulders gently.

“I’m sure. I’ve got my ring from Papa on. The pearls will look nice with the dress.” She smiled at him in the mirror. 

Hank nodded and carefully worked the slide knots to loosen the turquoise and silver piece. He took the pearls from the wooden carved box on the vanity and carefully fastened the gold clasp. “There. Beautiful.” 

Megan touched them and smiled. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” He picked up his suit bag and kissed her softly. “Call if you need me.”

Hank quickly rinsed off the road dust in the hall shower before pulling the black suit that he usually wore to mass with Mama out. It was still pressed from the last time Mama had done it. He pulled the white collared shirt on over his wife beater and fussed with how high to button it. He couldn’t decide if the tie was a good idea. He finally decided against it and left his collar unbuttoned as well. 

As he was fixing his hair, there was a knock at the door. He quickly went to answer it, calling out “I got it” so Megan wouldn’t come out.

EZ stood there with the biggest bouquet of mixed wild flowers and roses Hank could order in a vase with a grin on his face. 

“Any trouble with the pick up?” Hank asked.

“Nah.” EZ handed him the flowers and a small white box.

“Good. Get going before she gets curious,” Hank told him with a grin.

EZ laughed quietly and threw his hands up in surrender for leaving Hank to finish getting ready. 

In the bedroom, Megan also had quickly rinsed the tunnel dust off in the shower without getting her hair wet. She couldn’t do much with it with the soft cast still on, so she pinned her twin braids into a knot at the base of her skull. It wasn’t perfect, but it was the best that she could do without Taza there to help. Besides, this way her helmet wouldn’t knock it too badly.

She slipped into the shorts Letty had bought her for dresses and figured out how to make the sticky bra work after a quick text chain with the teen herself. Then she stood in front of the dresses in her closet and froze. 

Which dress? Hank had said “nice” but what did that mean, really? Before she could get too deeply in her head about it, Megan called Diana.

“Hola, Sweetheart. Everything alright?” Diana asked through the phone.

“Hey Tía. Sorry. I forgot you might still be driving. Everything’s fine. Just having a bit of a fashion trouble,” Megan assured her.

“You’re fine, Sweetie. I was just about to text you. We just got inside. What’s the matter?” Diana asked.

Megan could hear rustling as her aunt sat things down. “Well, Hank and I are finally going out tonight, but I’m not sure what to wear. He asked for dress because we’re going dancing.”

Tía Diana chuckled. “Ah. I understand. Can’t figure it out?”

“Yeah. Any chance you could help me?”

“Of course, Bebita. What’s Hank wearing?” she asked.

“He took his suit bag to change in Papa’s room.”

“Ah. Perfect. So he’s wearing a suit. What did the doctor say? Do we need to work around your sling?” Megan could hear the change as Diana sat down somewhere.

“No sling,” Megan told her.

“Beautiful. Alright, Sweetheart, swap me to video call so I can see what we’re working with.”

Megan carefully swapped the phone to a video call to show Diana her packed closet. “He said ‘nice’. What does that mean?”

Diana chuckled. “Good question. Which of these have you already worn?”

Diana walked Megan through narrowing down her choices. Both of the final contenders were very different. One was black with tiny spaghetti straps and a back that started right beneath her tattoo. The v-neck allowed her jewelry to be the spotlight as did the plain black fabric. The skirt went to just below her knees and was loose enough to be able to get on the bike.

The second dress was a deep red. The skirt was short, but full and would make a statement if they actually went dancing. It had a sweetheart neckline and straps that went off the shoulder. The back though, was where it really shined. The dress was backless to the small of her back, putting her tattoo on full display as well as a lot of her skin. 

Either dress would pair nicely with the classic black ballet flats that were her only dress shoe option until after her quince.

“How do I figure out which to wear, Tía?” Megan asked, staring down at her two choices spread on her bed.

“How do you want the night to end?” Diana asked. “That should give you an idea of how daring you want to be.”

Megan felt her cheeks warm as she thought about Hank’s promises for after she was out of her sling.

Diana laughed. “That face screams red dress, Sweetheart. I left a lipstick that should be great with it on your dressing table along with an eyeliner pencil and mascara. I know you know how to use those even if you don’t do it often.” She smiled. “You don’t need much makeup anyway, Princessa.”

“Thank you, Tía. I don’t know what I’d have done without you.”

Diana waved her off. “You’d have been fine, Sweetheart. Send me a picture when you’re dressed.”

They said their goodbyes and Megan hurried to use the makeup products Diana had left her before sliding into the red dress and flats. She smoothed her hair and took a few pictures with her phone to send to her tía and Letty. As a last minute decision, she also sent one to Taza. 

A moment later, her phone dinged with a text from her father. She checked it. “You look beautiful, Chica. Enjoy your night.”

Megan smiled and tucked her phone, wallet, and lipstick into a small black purse. She was ready. 

Hank had just slipped into his dress boots and suit jacket when his phone chimed three times from the table. It was his personal cell, not the club burner, so he didn’t worry too much about the texts being anything that could mess up his night. He laughed as he realized they were texts from Taza, Bishop and Marcus. He opened Bishop’s first. 

“Take your gun, brother. YOu might need it to keep the pendejos under control. She’s fucking beautiful.” Hank chuckled, but checked his ankle holster for his back up anyway. 

The text from Marcus simply said “you better do this right,” and Hank couldn’t help but smile. As the only married Mayan currently in Santo Padre, Marcus was certainly a man with strong opinions on how his god daughter should be treated. 

Taza’s text was a little different. “Be sure to tell her how beautiful she looks. Show her how a princessa should be treated. And lock the damn bedroom door!”

Hank laughed. He only replied to Taza’s message since he knew they were all together. “I’ll take good care of her. I promise. And yes - I’ll lock the door.” He slipped his phone into his jacket pocket before he settled it across his broad shoulders and reached for the flowers and box that EZ had dropped off for him.

He knocked on the bedroom door gently. “Mi reina? I take it from the text message I just got from Taza that you’re ready. Can I come in?”

“Come on in,” Megan called through the wooden door.

Hank opened the door carefully with his full hands and stepped into the bedroom.

Megan was standing in the middle of the room fiddling with her purse. She looked up and smiled as Hank came in.

His breath caught in his throat and his jaw dropped. He barely held onto his gifts. “Dios mío, eres tan hermosa, mi reina. How’d I get so lucky?”

Megan’s smile widened. “Usually when you slip into Spanish, I did good, so I’ll take that as a compliment.

Hank chuckled. “You’re beautiful, Megan. So God damned beautiful that my brain shuts down.” He stepped forward and offered her the flowers.

“Thank you! They’re beautiful. My first real flowers…” Megan bent to smell them with a giggle. 

“There will be plenty more, mi amore. I promise.”

Megan sat the vase on her dresser and fussed with them a moment before turning back to him. “You look great too.”

He smiled and offered her his hand so he could pull her close. He gently kissed her knuckles and smiled. “I got you one more thing.” He offered her the small white cardboard box that was tied with a green ribbon.

Megan took it, stepping closer to him to press a gentle kiss to his lips. “Thank you.”

“Open it.”

She pulled the lid off the box to find a delicate pearl bracelet to match the rest of her jewelry. “Oh Hank… It’s gorgeous.”

He took it from the box and showed her where the clasp had an H and an M entwined engraved on it before fastening it around her left wrist. He pressed a kiss to the skin of her inner wrist with a smile. “Ready for a real date?”

“With you? So ready,” Megan said with a smile. 

Hank helped Megan into her armored leather jacket and helmet before putting his own on. EZ had also detailed Hank’s bike during Templo and dropped it off with the flowers and jewelry. It was parked out front. 

Hank mounted his bike and helped Megan to settle behind him. He savored how close she was to him and felt her arms come around his waist tightly before he started the bike and headed for town. 

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Lost Princessa: Meet the Reaper 24

It's a short one. Like... I don't think I've ever posted a chapter this short. However, I'm just getting back in the saddle so you'll have to forgive me. I do have plenty more written. We're not done with Megan and Hank. It's about to get interesting.

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Warnings: Fluff. I don't even think I cuss in this part. It's just a bit of filler.

A short while later, Taza chuckled as he realized that it would be a tight fit for all of them in the Bronco. It was an older model and could only comfortably fit five. There were seven of them. 

Bishop sighed looking at the vehicle as he came to the same conclusion. “Shit.” He finished his cigarette in frustration.

Chibs laughed. “Well… tha’ lass is tiny, but tha’ rest of us ain’t.”

Angel shrugged. “I’ll sit in the back with the pooch. Put Shorty on someone’s lap though. With a seatbelt.”

Marcus nodded. “It’s fine Primo. It’s not a long ride.”

They piled in with Bishop driving and Marcus in the front. Taza took the middle seat in the back with Chibs and Hank against the doors. Megan sat in Hank’s lap and snuggled down so Taza could fasten the seat belt for them with a giggle.

“Comfy, Chica?” he asked with a chuckle.

“Mmmhmm.” She tucked her feet in between Taza and Hank’s legs and her head under Hank’s chin. Hank just grinned and pressed a kiss to her hair since Bishop had put her hat on the dash for her.

A short ride later, Bishop parked the truck on a side street near the center of the city of Santa Madre. “We’ll walk from here. Where are we meeting them in the market?” he asked Angel.

Angel checked the burner phone from his kutte pocket. “They’ll meet us near the church. We’re a little early though.”

“That’s alright. We can take Poquito shopping…” Marcus said grinning as Megan stuck her tongue out at him.

They wandered to the open square where an open air market was held continually. At the far end of the square a beautiful church stood. Megan could see the steeple from where they were. As they entered the square, the buildings blocked the warm sun causing the temperature to drop several degrees. Megan cuddled close to Hank’s side as he automatically wrapped an arm around her back to warm her. Megan hooked Rex’s leash to her belt loop to free up her hand and took a deep breath as they entered the crowd.

They browsed several stalls. Megan enjoyed looking through the different vendors. She grinned as she found small hand carved figures at one of them. A horse made of light wood caught her eye and she couldn’t help but show it to Taza. “Papa, look. It’s Rocket.”

Taza grinned at the flagged tail and flowing mane on the figure which looked to be in full gallop. “It does look like him.” He waved down the vendor and in quick Spanish bought the little horse. “There, Chica. Now you can take Rocket home with us.”

Hank chuckled as Megan tucked the little figure into her hoody pocket. She looked up at him with a smile. “What?”

“Nothing, mi reina. Just enjoying the market.” Hank pressed a kiss to the top of her hat and guided her to the next stall.

Bishop laughed and sidled up beside Taza to ask under his breath “So does she realize how much that thing cost?”

Taza shushed him. “Don’t even say it. She doesn’t know conversion rates and I’m enjoying it for a bit.”

Marcus laughed aloud at that. “If Poquito enjoys it - who cares?” He pointed to a stall further down the row. “Think she’d like another cowboy hat?”

Eventually all the men carried bags of things that they’d managed to point out to Megan. Even Chibs had a bag with a pin in the shape of a Celtic knot for her kutte and another to fasten shawls or rebozos with. 

Megan was staying close to Hank in the crowd and kept Rex’s leash short. She couldn’t help but notice - their group seemed to be drawing a lot of attention. That wasn’t exactly the best thing for a covert meeting with what actually qualified as international terrorists. Four men and a woman that she didn’t recognize kept popping up at stalls nearby. Something about them just bugged her.

Angel’s pocket beeped as Hank was buying Megan a bag of candy. “They’re here and ready to meet,” he said quietly to Marcus and Bishop. 

Bishop nodded. “We’ll head that way then.” He flagged Hank down as the big Mayan handed over the cash for Megan’s treat.

As a group, they all headed for the church. Megan noticed that the woman had moved to the balcony of a nearby house and the men kept getting closer as they started for the church. She didn’t like it. Adelita and another man waited on a side street as they got close.

“Luisa!” Megan said, smiling. “Imagine seeing you here. Papa and the tíos wanted to show me the market!” She stepped closer as if she and Adelita were just friends who happened to meet in town. “We had visitors from our overseas friends so they came along for the ride.”

Adelita paused, but then went along with Megan’s act. “Ah… Hola Megan. The market is always a great place to bring visitors.”

Hank glanced around to see several men who were paying too much attention to their meeting. He nodded at Taza to draw his attention to them as well. Somehow - despite not having the training - Megan had picked up that they had a tail before any of the men. Instead of drawing undue attention to it, she’d taken matters into her own hands. She smiled and popped up on tiptoe to kiss Hank’s cheek and whispered “They’ve been there this whole time, but close for about fifteen minutes.” He smiled a bit and nodded.

“Papa,” Megan smiled at him. “Can Luisa show me that carving we were talking about? The one in the church? It won’t take long…”

“Of course, Chica. Your tíos and I can wait. We’ll head home when you’re done-” Taza said as he subtly moved to put himself between Megan and the tails.

Angel looked confused, but kept his mouth shut, and the others trusted that Megan had a reason for suddenly acting like she and Adelita were childhood friends.

She handed Hank Rex’s leash reluctantly, but moved to link her good arm through Adelita’s and move towards the door of the church chattering away. To anyone nearby it looked like two friends wandering off for a moment. Adelita played along. 

Megan leaned close. “Are they L.O.?” she asked quietly, keeping a smile plastered on her face.

Luisa shook her head. “No. Not mine. We thought they were yours.” She made a show of smiling as they walked up the church steps. 

“Just the seven of us. Did you recognize any of them? Maybe as Galindo’s?” Megan asked. They paused for Luisa to cross herself like a good Catholic girl as they entered the sanctuary.

“Not any that I have seen.”

Megan nodded and followed Luisa to an alcove off the sanctuary where they could see everyone coming or going. “Then we have to assume…” 

“That they’re unfriendly,” Luisa agreed.

Megan nodded. “So - neither group knows who they really are. Do you want to continue with the meet, or should we try again later?”

“We should wait for the official meeting,” Luisa said quietly.

Megan nodded. “Agreed. We do, however, have our Irish connection in town. Is there any information that I can give him to help settle their minds? Even the name of the port they’d be shipping to?”

Luisa turned to face Megan and watched her face for a moment, then she nodded. “Ensenada is the port. We’ll work the rest out when we can. Your liaison - do you trust him?”

Megan snorted a bit. “Angel? For the most part. As long as he’s not too pissed off and not making any life changing decisions that affect me…”

Adelita nodded. “Good. I’ll set a meet with him to pass on more information.” She smiled. “You tend to draw attention with your escorts.”

That made Megan smile. “We are a bit conspicuous. We’ll send Angel to the meets for now with our prospect - his brother. EZ has a cooler head for strategy and a trained memory.”

“Good.” Adelita smiled. “We should get back. Only so much excuse we can use. When we part as friends, my man and I will lose any tail. We’ll contact you within twenty-four hours.”

Megan nodded. “Agreed.”

Adelita squeezed Megan’s good hand gently. “Be careful. Don’t push yourself too much.”

“You be careful too.”

The two women strolled out, just as they’d strolled in to the church and made a show of parting outside like best friends.

Megan struggled to keep up the act a bit once they were back with the men. She took a minute to fuss with Rex’s ears to compose herself. Cloak and dagger didn’t come easily to her.

“You good, Princessa?” Angel asked.

Megan smiled her Southern Belle smile. “All good, Angel. Just getting tired.”

“Well Poquito - let’s get you home then,” Bishop said. “You’ve had a long day.”

Once they were all piled back into the Bronco, Megan breathed a sigh of relief. 

“Alrigh’ now. Wha’ the fuck jus’ ‘appened?” Chibs asked.

Hank rubbed a hand down Megan’s spine and relieved the weight of her sling a bit. “Megan clocked that we were being followed to the meet point.”

Chibs’ eyebrows nearly hit his silver hairline. “How many?”

“At least four…” Bishop said. “After Megan started acting off, I caught sight of them.”

“Five,” Megan corrected. “There was a woman on the balcony of the square…”

“Who the hell…” Angel asked.

“Adelita didn’t know. She thought they might be ours.”

“Poquito, that cool head of yours just saved our asses. Again,” Bishop said, watching his mirrors for a tail. “Acting like you were just meeting Adelita for a chat… perfect.”

Taza and Marcus nodded. 

“Well, luckily, Adelita believed me that they weren’t ours. We pushed the meeting. She’s going to contact the burner within twenty-four hours for another meet.” Megan turned to look at Angel over the seat where he sat in the bed of the Bronco with Rex. “Angel - you’ll go meet ehr with EZ and be our go between for now.”

Marcus sighed. “Probably best. We have too many eyes on us.”

Chibs ran his ringed fingers through his silver hair. “Did she give you anything I can take back to the Kings? Anythin’ at all?”

“I got the port name. The L.O. control Ensenada port. That’s where the shipments will go. It’s all she’d give me under the circumstances.” Megan leaned her head onto Hank’s shoulder tiredly.

Chibs smiled gently at her over Taza. “Good Lass. That will help.” He reached over and patted her knee. “You look exhausted.”

Taza frowned. “Are you hurting, Chica? You haven’t had any pain relief since this morning.”

Hank immediately dug in his pocket for her pill bottle. “He’s right, Princessa. You shouldn’t let the pain get ahead of you.”

Megan smiled tiredly. “I’m okay. Just the adrenaline.” 

“And tension,” El Padrino said. “Take your pain meds, Poquito. We’ll be home soon.”

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Meet the Reaper 25

Alrighty. Here's the next bit. Another bit of filler, but it also gives a little more information on how the club has planned to take care of Megan in everything they can.

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Warnings: slight suggestive material. I don't remember cursing in here but I probably did. More foreshadowing, but it's my favorite literary device so you might as well get used to it.

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Back at the clubhouse, Megan grinned as she saw Tía Diana and Tessa waiting on the porch. Marcus laughed as he dismounted his bike, only to discover Tessa was headed for the Mustang to meet her prima. Taza grinned too. “We’re chopped liver as long as the princessas are together, Padrino.”

He smiled as Diana came to greet him with a kiss. “But I wouldn’t have it any other way, Brother.”

They spent a low key night in the clubhouse watching -mostly- kid safe movies. Megan and Tessa curled together on a couch with snacks as the men unwound by playing pool or just hanging out. By the time Diana and Marcus were ready to head back to Bishop’s for the night, the girls were fast asleep, curled together like puppies with Rex.

Hank chuckled and pulled out his phone to snap a picture. “That’s another one for her wall…”

Taza grinned. “I agree, ‘mano.” He looked to Marcus. “You sure you want to wake her? She could stay at the ranch for the night and give you two a night to yourself.”

Diana smiled. “Sorry, Taza. We’re going to head out early. Tessa has missed enough school already.”

He shrugged and grinned. “Well - I tried.”

Marcus chuckled a bit. “And we appreciate the thought,” he said before moving to gently wake Tessa.

As soon as Tessa moved when Marcus shook her gently, Megan’s eyes popped open and she was reaching for her holster. 

“Easy, Poquito. Just me,” he soothed. “Time for Tessa and Diana to head out.”

Megan blinked rapidly to clear the sleep from her eyes and then relaxed. “Sorry Tío. Habit.”

He smiled and smoothed a hand over her hair. “You’re okay Bebita.” He tried again to wake Tessa only to be greeted by a whine as she buried her face in Megan’s hoody on her good side more.

Bishop laughed around the cigar he was smoking. “Looks like she’s officially out for the count, Primo.”

Megan smiled ruefully and squeezed her cousin a little tighter for a moment. “Are you guys leaving in the morning, Tía?” she asked without looking up.

“Sí. Time for the tiny princessa to go back to school.” Diana leaned over the back of the couch to press a kiss to the back of Megan’s head. “We’ll call from the road so that you two can make plans, okay?”

“Okay,” she smiled sleepily up at her aunt. “Be safe.”

Marcus scooped Tessa up and smiled. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Poquito,” he promised as they headed out the door.

Chibs smiled at Megan from his barstool. “I do believe tha’s my que too, Princess. We’ll head back tomorrow too - but not early.” Tig and Venus had already slipped out earlier in the night. He stood and came to offer Megan a smile. “See ya tomorrow, Lass.”

“Night. Ride safe, Chibs.”

Back at the ranch after showers all around, they gathered in the living room to decompress a bit more. Hank had Megan sitting between his knees so that he could brush her hair out for her before bed while Taza relaxed in the recliner. 

“That was a good catch today, Chica. What gave them away?” Taza asked.

Megan shrugged as well as she could. “They were just too interested in us to be bystanders. We always draw attention, but not like that. And then the lady showed up on that balcony and it didn’t feel right. I figured being the bubbly tourist was the safest bet. Worst case - they were L.O. and Adelita would laugh at me.”

Hank pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Either way, it was brilliant. Now - we just need to figure out who they actually were.”

Taza sighed and rubbed his face tiredly. “Most likely they were either feds or they belong to Galindo. Either one would have reason to have us followed.”

“If they were Galindo’s, they weren’t any that Luisa recognized,” Megan supplied. “She didn’t know their faces.”

“Most likely feds then. We’ll have to be extra careful about tails while Galindo is tied to them,” Hank mused as he continued to run the brush through Megan’s dark hair. “And you -” he tugged he head back to look at him. “You never carry contraband. Never. Don’t even touch it.” He kissed her forehead. “The rest of us can handle it.”

Taza nodded in agreement. “And if we’re ever caught - you know nothing about what we do. You play dumb. We’re just a M.C. Women in our world are never given details so they likely won’t think you have any. As far as the feds are concerned - you’re a cute mascot.”

Megan grimaced, but nodded. “I understand, Papa.”

“Good.” Hank looked at Taza. “And if we are caught and she’s with us - the lawyers go to Megan first. I don’t care how many of us are caught. We would have each other’s backs inside. She’d be alone.”

Taza nodded again. “That instruction has already been given, brother. Bishop and I handled it with the lawyers the other day.”

“And on that cheerful note - Bedtime,” Hank joked. “C’mon mi princessa. You’ve had a long day. Let’s go to bed. 

Megan smiled and stood to go claim a cuddle from Taza. “Night Papa.”

“Sweet dreams, Sweet Chica. Maybe in the morning we can make sure your saddle fits like it should. You can’t ride, but we can fit it at least.” He kissed her forehead softly and smiled at the excited little noise that Megan gave. 

Once in the bedroom with Rex in his dog bed, Hank watched Megan carefully for signs of pain. “How was it today, mi reina? I’m sorry I didn’t think to send your meds with Taza.”

Megan put her hair brush down on her dressing table and smiled at him in the mirror. “I was okay. The pain wasn’t anything like before when I wasn’t taking the pain relief.” She turned and moved to stand between his knees where he was perched on his footlocker at the end of the bed. 

His hands automatically went to her waist where he could slip his thumbs under her sleep shirt to stroke her skin. “I’m glad. I worried all day, but Bishop said Taza would call if you needed them. We didn’t want to interrupt your fun if you really were alright.” He smiled. “Did you enjoy the fair?”

“We had lots of fun with the games. Papa won me a duckie. He’s in the car.”

Hank laughed. “He said you kicked ass at the shooting games though.”

Megan grinned at him and bit her bottom lip. “Maybe a little. There are more prizes with the duck in the trunk.”

He kissed her softly. “That’s mi reina.” He moved her back gently so that he could pull off his shirt and crawl into bed so that she could snuggle back against his chest the way she liked. Once they were settled he frowned a little. “I wish I could have gone to the rodeo with you. Taza said it was eye opening for him. I can only imagine what it would be like for me. I’ve never even been on a horse, let alone rode in anything like that.”

She looked up at him over her shoulder. “Really? Never?”

“Not in my memory. You’ll have to teach me to ride if you want me to go with you on the horses.”

She smiled a little and yawned as she snuggled closer. He draped his arm over her waist to hold her good hand and cradled her as close as he could. “I can do that. You’d do well with Trucker, I think. He’s big enough for you. And Papa says he’s steady. He didn’t even spook when he met Rex the first time. I think you’ll be okay on him.”

Hank chuckled. “Which one do you think you’ll ride most?” he asked curiously.

“Papa says Rocket. He’s the fastest. Sugar is sweet, but she’s slow and a little lazy. And Trucker and I would be okay, but with his size I’d look like an ant riding an elephant. He’s too wide for me to ride for any real length of time properly.” She closed her eyes and Hank moved to turn off the lamp that was their only light before settling back in to hold her. Megan yawned again. “Papa also said something about buying me a cutting horse to compete again. It might be fun to finally have my very own horse… To know that it was mine…”

Hank smiled as he listened to her drift off before he closed his eyes to join her.

The next morning, Hank woke up as Megan tried to sneak out of bed. Just before she got to the edge of the bed, he grabbed her gently and pulled her back in close. “Morning, Princessa. Where you going?” he asked with a rumble.

Megan jumped a little and giggled as she realized what was happening. She relaxed back into his bare chest easily. “Morning, Baby. I was going to TRY to get breakfast ready before you woke up.”

He smiled and nuzzled her neck, placing kisses on her skin. “Mmm but I like making breakfast with you.” His hands wandered a little, stroking the skin of her abdomen and hips. 

“Mm. Doesn’t mean I don’t want to spoil you once in a while.” She melted, enjoying the feeling of his mouth and calloused hands on her skin. She pressed her hips back against his with a tiny whine. 

He grinned and nibbled gently at the hinge of her jaw. “This is spoiling me, mi reina. How’s your pain level this morning?”

She shivered pleasantly and pressed entirely against him, feeling him hardening the more she wriggled. “A little achy, but not bad. I really think I could drop the sling…”

He pressed his whole hand below her navel with a chuckle. “Easy, Princessa. Don’t start that unless you want teased back.” He laughed again at the whine she let out. “Let me see if we can get you in to the doctor in Santa Madre today. You may be right about the sling.”

They both looked up as Taza knocked on the door frame of the cracked open door. “What might she be right about?”

“Good morning, Papa,” Megan said with a smile. “I was telling Hank that I think I’d be okay without the sling.”

Taza stepped inside and frowned. “You shouldn’t push yourself, Chica…”

“I know, Papa, but the pain is so much better without the cast. I went all day without pain relief yesterday and I’m not really hurting this morning either.” She smiled and wiggled until Hank released her so that she could sit up.

Hank pushed himself up to sit against the headboard and hastily arranged the blankets before he smiled. “I told her that we’d get the doc’s opinion in Santa Madre with an x-ray.”

“They said three weeks at the hospital and the Rez doctor said you weren’t healed enough to be without the sling yet…” Taza fretted.

“That was with the plaster cast, though. The soft cast is so much lighter and without my muscles spasming like they were I’ve felt so much better…”

Hank smiled as he watched Megan weedle her father. “An x-ray with the doc won’t do any harm, Taz. If she needs to stay in the sling, then she stays in the sling. But you know it’s driving her batshit.”

Taza winced. “Fine. Make the call.” He moved to sit in Megan’s reading chair. “You call. I’ll help Megan if she needs it.”

Hank smiled and nodded before pressing a kiss to the back of Megan’s head and going to the living room for his burner phone.

Megan smiled. “Can you braid my hair for me, Papa? I can get dressed after.”

“Of course, Chica. What are we doing today?”

A short while later, Taza and Megan exited the bedroom to find Hank sitting at the table on the phone. He was speaking Spanish as he absently rubbed Rex’s ears. 

Without pausing, Megan pressed a kiss to his still sleep ruffled hair and went to the stove to start the coffee. Taza leaned in the doorway and watched as he held in a chuckle. Megan’s back was to Hank so she didn’t catch the double take he gave or notice him lose track of the conversation since it was in Spanish. 

Taza had braided Megan’s hair into her tight warrior braids and then sat back as she fussed a bit over what to wear. Eventually, she’d settled on a white racerback tank top and her light washed skinny jeans that looked like the distressing machine had gone completely apeshit on them. She was completely covered, but it was also tighter than she normally wore. She had all plans of putting her leather jacket under her kutte the way Chibs did before they left the house. 

Taza gave Hank a moment to allow his brain to reboot before he joined him at the table and jokingly threw a napkin in front of his brother. Hank shot him a glare before quickly wrapping up his call. He cleared his throat a bit. “All ready, Princessa?”

Megan finished setting up the percolator and turned to smile at them. “Yeah. Were you able to get an appointment. 

The men looked at each other and chuckled. “We don’t need an appointment, Chica. We just needed to be sure the doctor would be in town. He sometimes has out of town deliveries to make,” Taza explained. 

Hank grinned. “But, yes, mi amore, I got in touch. He’s in town today and we can see him whenever.”

“Oh good. I really want my arm back.”

Taza smiled. “We know, but you still will be limited with the soft cast.”

“But without the sling I can ride with y’all again. Or even drive my car.” She grinned. “And I can go back to work at the bar.”

Hank shook his head, grinning ruefully. “True enough, mi reina.” He stood. “I’ll go get dressed.” He winked at her. “Looks like we’re going South today.”

Taza and Megan made a quick breakfast og burritos while Hank changed. By the time they were all done eating, all three of their phones went off. Megan was closest and checked hers. “Templo tonight. Angel and EZ are headed South today too, so we’ll meet for an update after that. Also - Tía Diana left a text to say that they started back before sunrise this morning.”

Taza paused from loading the dishwasher and grabbed his. “The Scot says they’re leaving in about an hour. Want to stop by the clubhouse and say goodbye, Chica?”

“Yes, please. That means Venus is leaving too,” she said with a smile. 

They gathered their gear and donned their kuttes before heading out to meet everyone at the clubhouse. 

Hank kept a close eye on Megan on the way over, to see if she was having any anxiety over so many people leaving. She seemed to be calm and collected, but he kept a hand on her knee when he wasn’t shifting gears just in case. 

Angel was the one who rolled open the gate for them to the clubhouse, but by the look of the pit - everyone was there. The Sons were standing on the porch in what looked like last discussions of plans with Bishop and Marcus. Once they got parked, Hank came around to open Megan’s door for her so that she and Rex could get out. He started towards the porch, but realized that Megan seemed to be lingering by the car as she fussed with Rex’s harness.

“All good, mi princessa?” he asked quietly. 

Megan shot him a smile. “All good. Just don’t want to interrupt business…”

Hank grinned as Taza joined them. “Mi reina - you’re an officer. No business that you don’t know about.” Taza smiled too as realization passed over Megan’s face and she looked a bit sheepish.

“Ooops. I keep forgetting,” she grinned. 

Taza laughed. “You’ll get there, Chica. C’mon. I know you want to say goodbye to Venus.”

They joined the group just as they stepped off the stairs. 

“Well, good morning to you, Little Bit. Come to see us off?” Tig asked, ginning at her as his eyes lingered a little too long on her tight jeans that were just brushing the tops of her biker boots.

Venus smacked him in the stomach with the back of her hand before turning her own attention to Megan. “Good morning, Sweetheart. Feeling alright?” she asked, stepping forward for a hug.

Megan hugged the tall woman back. “Good morning. I’m fine. Not hurting as much. We’re actually going to see a doctor today about maybe being able to drop the sling.”

“Oh good. You let me know what they say. We’ll be on the bike, but I’ll text at rest stops.” She pulled back to smile at the younger woman and straightened the girl’s necklace for her. 

“I will. I’ll miss you,” Megan said quietly. 

“Psh. I’m only a phone call away. Call me anytime and I’ll start driving, Honey.”

Megan hugged her again. “Ride safe and say hello to Happy for me.” She grinned at Tig over Venus’s shoulder. “And you need to stop being lazy in the ring. It’s just making it harder on you.”

Tig laughed. “Oh. She bites this morning. When you’re all healed up, we’ll see who’s lazy in the ring.”

Chibs stepped forward. “It’ll still be you, Tiggy,” he drawled with a wink at Megan. “This lass’ll be a proper fighter.” He offered Megan a hug which she took. “We’ll be down in style for tha’ big party soon enough. Keep ya’self safe til’ then, alrigh’?”

Megan squeezed him around the middle gently. “I’ll be alright. Ride safe, Chibs.”

“You too, Lass.” 

With a few final goodbyes, SAMCRO mouthed their bikes and headed back North. 

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Lost Princessa: Meet the Reaper 19

Here it is! The next chapter. I know I normally update on weekends, but I'm currently working those as well as week days. SO - I'll be updating as I can throughout the month of May.

Warnings: pushy drunk, alcohol, cussing, Mayan men... I think that's it. If I missed anything, please let me know.

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A few minutes later, Bishop came back inside. “Hey, Poquito, come on out to the ring. The Reaper’s getting in the cage with one of the Oakland boys. I want you to see his style.”

Megan smiled. “Sure, Padrino.” Hank helped her to stand and steadied her. She offered him her hand to pull him up. 

Hank kissed it. “Go on with Bish, mi princessa. I’ll be right there. I need the bathroom.”

She smiled down at him and leaned to press a soft kiss to his lips. “Okay.” She turned to Bishop, who offered her his arm, and followed him out to the ring.

After Hank finished in the bathroom, he stopped at the bar to retrieve Megan a bottle of water. A girl he vaguely recognized from Vickie’s gave it to him with a flirty smile. “Here you go, Sweetheart. Need anything else?” she asked, batting over done lashes at him.

“Nope. I’m good.” He turned to head outside when she grabbed his hand to slip her number into it. 

“Call me if you change your mind, handsome.”

Hank shook his head and sat the piece of paper on the counter. “Mi Reina is outside. No thanks,” he said, flashing the crown tattoo on his wrist. He turned again and whistled for Rex so that he could go join Megan by the ring.

Venus was standing by the outside door and chuckled at him. “Remind me to educate your sweetbutts about a taken man before I go home, Sugar. They were apparently raised by wolves.”

Hank chuckled with her and offered to escort her outside wordlessly. “She’s lucky Megan is still so sensitive. Give it a month and mi princessa will be taking them apart for that shit.”

Venus smiled and accepted Hank’s arm. “You are a good man, Hank Loza.”

Hank shook his head. “Just one who knows he’s found his queen. Megan deserves that.”

They found Megan by the side of the cage where Tig was fighting. She was perched on the picnic bench with Chibs on one side and Bishop on the other. The men were analyzing the match out loud for her benefit. The Oakland Mayan was coming out the worse for wear, much to Bishop’s disappointment. 

Hank guided Venus to seat beside Chibs before climbing up to sit on the table with Megan between his feet. Without removing her eyes from the match, she settled easily against his warmth and kissed his wrist tattoo in greeting. Rex settled himself in front of her with his eyes on the crowd. 

“Watch his left, Poquito. He’s been holding back. Won’t be much longer…” Bishop muttered.

Chibs laughed. “I warned you Tiggy was a sure bet, Bishop. He was Samcro SAA for years.”

Megan smiled as well. “He is good - but he’s not invincible, Chibs. He loses power if the fight goes too long. And he doesn’ focus his power much…” 

Bishop grinned at her, surprised. “You’re right, Poquito. You’ve been listening more than I thought you had.” He patted her knee nearest him. “A years time and you’ll be an absolute goddess in the ring if you want to be.”

“Aye. The lass analyzes well,” Chibs agreed, sipping his whiskey. “Lemme know when her first fight is. I’d like ta see it.”

Megan laughed. “I don’t plan on competing much. I just like to spend time with my tío in the ring.”

Bishop smiled proudly again, but winced as the Oakland member hit the mat, out cold. He pulled out his wallet and handed Chibs fifty dollars. 

Chibs pocketed the money smugly as Venus shook her head. “Really, gentlemen?”

Both men shrugged as Tig made his way out of the ring and reclaimed his kutte and shirt. Then he beelined to Venus to claim a victory kiss. Finally he turned to the watching group. “Well, Little Bit - did you learn anything?” Tig asked jokingly.

Bishop chuckled with a wicked twinkle in his eye. “We learned that Poquito can analyze a fight pretty well.”

“Oh yeah?” Tig grinned cockily. “And what did she say?”

Marcus joined the group chuckling. “Probably the same thing we’ve told you a million times.”

“Pretty damn close,” Bishop said with a laugh.

Tig groaned. “Really, Little Bit? Gonna side against me here?”

Megan shrugged. “You don’t focus as much power into your hits as you could and that makes you tire quicker as the fight goes on because you’re having to hit more to do the same amount of damage. Too much expended energy.”

Hank chuckled and kissed the back of Megan’s head. “You tell ‘im, baby. Maybe he’ll listen to you.”

They all laughed. 

“Who’s next in the ring?” Marcus asked, sipping his beer.

Bishop shrugged. “I say we throw a couple of prospects in the ring for entertainment.”

Megan giggled. “Are you TRYING to get the Reaper boy killed? EZ would send him to the moon if he hit him.”

Chibs grinned. “Tha’ lass has a point. I wish ya’ were in fightin’ form, Lass. I’d like ta see ya train.”

“She’ll be in the ring when she’s healed,” said Taza as he joined them. “And even then it’ll be for training only. She has a caballero for honor fights.”

Hank tugged her further into the shelter of his body and smiled. “Always.:

Megan grinned up at him. “Arthur and Guinevere.”

Tig rolled his eyes. “Alright. Enough sappy shit. I wanna see Tranq in action.”

Hank shook his head. “Not tonight if I can help it. I’m sticking close to the Birthday Girl.”

Chibs winked at Megan. “Aye. Gotta be in full working order when you get him home, right Lass?”

Megan smiled up at him in faux innocence. “Of course. If he’s too sore, who will carry me to bed?”

Taza snorted into his beer as Marcus grinned. 

When Megan shivered the first time, Hank suggested moving back inside. A couple of hang arounds were in the cage, but it was nothing to hold her interest anyway. They excused themselves and headed back inside with Megan tucked securely under Hank’s arm.

Inside they found Angel and Coco shooting a game of pool against Quinn and T.O. Gilly sat on the sidelines making smart remarks and sipping a beer. Hank settled Megan on the couch nearest the pool table with her back to a wall. Then he went to find her jacket and something warm for her to drink at the bar.

While he was gone, Gilly made his way over to sit on Megan’s couch. She could smell the beer on him and saw how unsteady he was as he walked. “Havin’ fun, Princessa?” he asked, sitting just a little closer than Megan liked.

Megan rubbed at Rex’s ears distractedly as she kept a careful eye on the Mayan. “Mostly,” she answered honestly.

“What’s not fun? I’ll make it go away. Let Gilly make it better,” he said grinning crookedly.

Megan shifted uncomfortably and Rex shifted to put himself between her and the bigger man. “Crowds make me nervous, that’s all.” She glanced to see Hank adding honey to the tea he’d had EZ brew her behind the bar. “I’m okay though.”

“Aww. Maybe a drink would help you loosen up? Just one…” Gilly suggested, slurring his words and leaning closer to her offering her his beer bottle.

“Hey! Gilly! Back off, man. Leave Ma alone. You can have the next game,” Coco offered, watching his best friend warily.

“I ain’t doin’ nothin’. We’re just talkin’, right Princessa?” Gilly said glaring at Coco.

Rex shifted again to stand firmly between Gilly and Megan. He wasn’t quite growling, but he was definitely alerted to his owner’s discomfort. Megan wrapped her good hand in the dog’s collar cautiously. “GIlly, you know I don’t drink. Hank’s getting me some tea. He’ll be back in a minute.” Megan glanced shakily toward the bar to see Hank talking to EZ about something. She shifted to put herself further away from the large man on the couch. 

“Ah - fuck Princessa…” Gilly dropped his head and sighed as he saw her moving away. “Am I being an ass?”

Coco swore loudly. “You’re about to be dog food, Estúpido.” He snatched Gilly’s beer away. “Sorry, Megan. He’s a damn pushy drunk.”

Megan nodded and swallowed shakily. “Go sober up, Gilly. You can apologize tomorrow.”

Angel appeared and hauled his friend up by the shirt collar. “Don’t worry, Princessa. He will. We’ll make sure of it.” He shoved him roughly towards the other side of the room and followed him, cussing in Spanish.

Megan relaxed and took a deep breath, releasing Rex’s collar as she did. She shook out her hand to ease the cramping from holding the dog’s collar so tight.

“You alright, Ma? Need me to get Hank? Or Taza?” Coco asked, squatting in front of her. “We won’t let him do that again. We got distracted by the game. I’m sorry.”

Megan smiled, but it trembled. “I’m good. Did you win?”

Coco laughed and flashed a couple of hundred dollar bills at her. “Don’t I always? Soon enough we’ll team up and take everyone down - charter by charter. You and me, Ma.”

That made Megan laugh and her shoulders relaxed. “We’ll see. I think Hank and I can take you on.”

“Take him on in what, mi amore?” Hank asked with a smile. He handed Megan the warm mug of tea. “Sorry. The Prospect had a question.”

“Thank you, Baby,” Megan said as she took a sip. “And I was saying that I think you and I could beat Coco and Angel pretty solidly at pool.”

Hank chuckled and sat next to her, sliding her jacket around her shoulders. “I think you already proved we can, Princessa. Pretty solidly at that. What’d Gilly do to piss off Angel? He’s got the prospect taking him home in the van.”

Coco snorted and cut off Megan as she started to answer. “His drunk ass was flirting with Megan. You know how he is. We’ll make sure he apologizes - properly - in the morning.” He patted Megan’s knee. “La Princessa handled him, but Angel figured we better remove his ass before Rex ate him. Be bad for the dog’s digestion.”

Hank stiffened and shot a look at Megan. “You alright, mi Princessa? Drunk or not - his ass can get in the cage…”

Megan handed Coco her tea for a second so that she could squeeze Hank’s fingers with her good hand. “I’m alright, Baby. Not my first pushy drunk. He’ll apologize tomorrow.” She pressed a kiss to his knuckles. “If he doesn’t - THEN you can beat the shit out of him, okay?”

Hank searched her face for a moment and then relaxed. “If you say so, mi reina.”

Megan smiled and took her tea back from Coco with a mutter of thanks. Then she shifted to tuck her feet up on the couch and lean into Hank. As Coco and Hank talked possibilities for the next week’s yard schedules, Megan relaxed into Hank’s warmth. She felt her eyes getting heavier and glanced at Hank’s watch. It was nearing two in the morning. She sipped her tea and tried to cover a yawn. 

Coco caught it and chuckled. “I think the birthday princess is sleepy, Tranq.” 

Hank grinned down at her as she struggled to sit herself up some more so she wouldn’t fall asleep at her own party. “I think you’re right.” He pressed a kiss to Megan’s hair. “Would you mind letting Taza and her Padrinos know she’s ready to head out?”

Coco just smiled. “Sure, ‘Mano. Keep her awake until they can come say goodnight, huh?” He kissed his fingers and pressed them to Megan’s hair. “Happy Birthday, Ma.” He slipped off to find the men Megan would want to say goodnight to.

After goodnights were said and Megan and Venus had made lunch plans for the next day, Hank took her and Rex home for the night.

Rex had apparently seen dog doors before, because he used the one in the front door before they could get the door unlocked to go in. Megan snorted. “Well that makes it easier, I guess,” she said as Hank turned the key and Rex poked his head back out the door as if to ask what was taking them so long.

Once inside, Hank cuddled Megan against his chest. “I know you’re tired, mi reina, but you’ll sleep better if you get a shower tonight.”

Megan whined a little, but nodded. “I smell like the bar. I’ll have to sleep on wet hair though,” she whined burying her face in his chest.

“I’m sorry. I’ll help you brush it out so it won’t tangle so bad…”

Megan sighed. “I’m so tired. I might fall asleep in there.”

Hank led her to the bathroom in their ensuite. “I know. I wish I could let you, baby, but you’ll hate yourself tomorrow if you don’t shower. I’ve got to take one too.”

Megan froze a second. “... or we could share one,” she suggested, tentatively. “I could really use the help to wash my hair properly… and it’s not like you haven’t seen me naked…”

Hank chuckled, but he thought about it. “Are you sure, mi princessa?”

Megan nodded. “Please? Washing my hair with one hand is a nightmare. Papa helped me wash it in the sink last week, but…”

Hank kissed her forehead gently. “Of course I’ll help.”

He adjusted the water temperature before helping Megan undress and remove her sling and soft cast. Once she was in and under the spray, he undressed and joined her. 

He quickly discovered that washing Megan’s hair was a two handed job. She walked him through it carefully, but when he started to shampoo her scalp, she practically went limp in his arms. He panicked and stopped, only to be greeted with Megan’s whine.

“Don’t stop. Feels SO nice…” she fussed at him.

He chuckled and then resumed scrubbing gently. “Scared me, Princessa. Thought I hurt you or something.” 

She practically purred under his hands. “Oh… that is NICE…”

He grinned and turned her to face him so she could lean against his chest and he could still reach her. After a while, he guided her under the spray with his body as he rinsed her hair. The feel of her wet skin against him made him breathe deeply and remind his hormones firmly how tired Megan was and that she wasn’t healed enough for what they wanted. He carefully rinsed all the suds from her long strands and couldn’t resist placing a gentle kiss on her lips. Megan just smiled up at him with her eyes contentedly closed.

Then Megan showed him how to condition her long locks. He was shocked as hell when she showed him how much conditioner it took for her hair. Megan just giggled and kissed his tattooed shoulder. 

While the conditioner sat in her hair, he basically completed his entire shower routine. Then he helped her to rinse her hair again. After he was sure her hair was properly clean, he helped her to wash carefully, being gentle with the now nearly nonexistent bruises.

Once they were out and wrapped in fluffy towels, Hank helped Megan back into her cast and sling. Then she convinced him to join her for her night time skin care. That made her giggle too as he grumbled, but he followed along and even asked questions. At least he’d know how to do it if she was ever too tired.

By the time they were done, Taza was home. He found them curled together on the couch in the living room in their pajamas with Megan barely awake and Hank gently brushing her hair to help it dry faster. “You okay, Chica?” Taza asked with a grin,

“Mmhmm,” she said, cracking her eyes open to look at him. “Tired.”

“I can tell. You did one hell of a fine job tonight, Sweet Chica and I’m proud of you for it.” He eased himself down into his armchair. 

Megan perked up a little. “What do you mean, Papa? It was just a party.”

“First - Templo. Beautifully done. You were amazing and everyone saw it. Then - you controlled your panic at the party. It took us way too long to realize you were anxious because you had it under control. And Chibs - I think he’d adopt you on the spot if we let him.” He chuckled. “He couldn’t stop talking to Bishop about how lucky we are to have a mind like yours on our side. Those knives he gave you - those are his specialty from when he was a True IRA enforcer. As far as we know - no one else in the state carries them.”

Hank nodded. “They leave a very distinct cut, mi amore. So should you ever use them and a body is found - the federal database will lead cops right to Chibs’ door. And he gave them to you.”

Megan thought about that for a minute. “Why would he do that? He had them before we ever revealed the plan about the guns. So… why me?”

Taza sat back in his seat. “Chibs had a kid. A daughter ‘bout your age. He never got to see her grow up. An enemy ran him out of Ireland and raised his kid as his own. The girl was used to keep him in line for years.”

“Kerrianne? He’s mentioned her,” Megan said, settling into the couch more.

“Yeah.” Taza played with a ring on his hand. “She’s still there. Visits some, but he can’t get those years back. Kinda like us, I guess.”

“So, he sees me - in the same situation as his daughter - and decides to do for me what he hopes someone is doing for his Kerrianne,” Megan realized. “Am I anything like her?”

Hank smiled and kept brushing. “Not really, Princessa. I met her once when Happy was tattooing me. She’s a timid thing. Scared of her own shadow and wouldn’t be caught dead handling a gun or in a boxing ring after the way she was raised.”

Taza smiled. “I think he sees in you the strength he hopes his own girl gains some day. Plus - he just likes you, Chica. You’ve got sass.”

That made Megan laugh again. “And the tíos? How do they feel about tonight?”

“They’re so damn proud of you, Megan,” Taza assured her. “So damn proud to be your padrinos.”

Megan smiled sleepily. “Good. I like that.” Her eyes drifted closed again.

“Why don’t you go to bed, Sweetheart. You’re exhausted.” Taza suggested quietly.

Megan fought her way awake again. “Mm. Hair’s still wet.”

“Just damp now, mi reina. Here. Feel.” Hank draped her hair over her shoulder so she could feel the damp silk on the skin her tank top exposed.

“C’mere, Chica. I’ll braid it loose so it doesn’t annoy you. Then you can sleep. You’re exhausted.” Taza patted the arm of his chair.

Megan yawned hugely. “‘Kay, Papa.” She struggled to stand and finally managed it under Hank’s steadying hands. She perched on the chair arm and let Taza braid it for her. He loosely braided it down her back and then guided Megan into his lap for a cuddle. 

All night he’d been struggling not to baby her too much in front of the other clubs. They wanted her seen as a member in her own right. That wouldn’t work if Taza was constantly shielding her from every interaction. Hank could be the doting Ol’ Man - but her father and padrinos had to restrain themselves in public. She had to stand alone or it would be seen as extreme nepotism. 

It had been especially hard that night when she’d been uncomfortable in the crowd. Taza had wanted to shield her, to take her into Templo for a break or even into the yard office. But he had to trust that she could do it or she’d never trust herself.

Megan melted into his lap and let him rock her gently. She tucked herself against his chest like a small child and yawned. “Tell me a story, Papa?”

Taza kissed her hair. “What kind of story?”

She laid her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes. “Any kind.”

Hank grinned and snuck away to be sure the blankets were pulled back on the bed. As he heard, “In the days of your grandfather’s grandfather…” he knew Megan wouldn’t last ten minutes. 

When Taza deemed Megan deep enough asleep, he stood to carry her in to bed. Hank was sitting in the reading corner chair with a book when he appeared to lay her down. Taza settled her on her left side and gently pulled up the blankets before softly muttering a prayer for nice dreams in his mother’s native tongue.

He turned to see Hank putting his book aside to come join Megan in bed so she’d stay asleep. “Thank you, Hermano.”

“For what?” Hank asked quietly. 

“For shielding her when I can’t. For loving her through her pain… despite her pain.”

Hank smiled a little and shrugged. “You don’t have to thank me for that, Taz. I knew before we left the casino when we met her that she was mine. It just took me a few days to get my head out of my ass and do something about it.” 

Taza smoothed the blanket once more and smiled. “All the same. Thanks.”

Rex padded in to his dog bed in the bedroom from the one in the living room and flumped down tiredly, making both men chuckle. They exchanged good nights and Taza slipped off to his own shower and bed, closing the door behind him.

Hank had been asleep maybe an hour when he woke abruptly to a whimper from Megan. She wasn’t moving, but he could hear her muffled sobs and it broke his heart. He guided her over onto her back to find her still asleep through the tears. “Shh, mi amore. Shh. I’m here. Open those pretty eyes for me. C’mon Princessa.” He propped himself up beside her and stroked her hair and face gently. She didn’t seem afraid this time, he noted, just sad.

Rex had lifted his head, but hadn’t gotten out of bed yet. Maybe that meant it wasn’t too bad.

Hank pressed a soft kiss to her forehead and cupped the side of her neck in his massive hand. “Wake up, Baby.”

Megan’s eyes fluttered open and she reached for him slowly. “Hank?” she whispered.

“Yes, mi reina, I’m here.” He softly kissed her lips. “What happened?”

Megan laced the fingers of her good hand through his where it rested against her skin. “You were gone.”

“What do you mean, Baby? Gone where?”

“You left me. I was too much, so you left me.”

“Oh, Princessa,” Hank frowned. “Never.” He kissed her ring gently. “You will never be too much for me.” He gathered her as close to his chest as much as he could and rocked gently. “I swear to you, Megan, I’d marry you tomorrow if Mama wouldn’t murder us.”

Megan giggled a little.

Hank smiled and pressed kissed where he could reach. “You know she would, and no offense, mi reina, but my Mama scares me.”

Megan giggled again and nuzzled close, tucking her face into the crook of his neck. “She scares me a little too.”

Hank laughed. “Good.” He felt her wet cheeks against his neck. “In all seriousness, Princessa, that’s all that’s keeping me from kidnapping you and hauling you to Vegas. Well - you and your papa because he’d shoot me for not taking him to walk you down the aisle.”

Megan giggled again and sniffed. “Rex could be the ring bearer.” She breathed his scent deeply and he felt her relax.

“That’s my girl.” He tilted her face to press a kiss to her lips again and look her in the eye. “I’m serious, Megan. Start planning your dream wedding because all I’m waiting on is the right ring to show up and Mama’s social conventions.” He stroked her hair gently, tucking a strand back into her braid. “I love you and you’ll never be ‘too much’ for me.”

“But…”

“No ‘but’, mi reina. That ring may be a promise ring, but in my mind, we’re already married.” He shifted to reveal the crown tattoo on his wrist. “That’s what this means, Baby, and tomorrow - we can make it even more obvious if you want. We’ll tattoo a ring on me…”

Megan pulled his wrist to her to press a kiss to the nearly new tattoo. “Okay,” she whispered, but he could see the doubt still lingering behind those big brown eyes. He promised himself, silently, to never prove her right.” 

Hank shifted himself to cuddle her close and reached for her book on her nightstand. Once she was securely tucked into him, he opened the book to her marked page and began to read.

Three chapters later, Megan’s eyes finally started to flutter closed. He kept reading until he was sure she was asleep before he put the book aside to rest with her as close as he could get her. 

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Lost Princessa: Meet the Reaper 18

Phew... this one is a doozy. I typed too much at once. Guess you'll just get to see a little more than planned in this chapter. Oops... not really. Enjoy!

Warnings: cussing, talk of gun running, talk of weapons, talk of illegal transport of goods, some mild make-out session... Let me know if I missed anything. I'm too tired to think about what I typed lol.

After a quick pit stop to buy burritos from Mama’s favorite food truck, they pulled in to the driveway at her house. She was waiting for them on the front porch swing.

Hank got out and came to let Megan out too, taking the paper bag of food from her. Then he sat her seat forward to let Rex out. Megan had put his new harness and leash on him before they left the house, and she led him up the steps to meet Mama.

“Hi Mama,” Megan greeted with a smile. “Meet Rex.” She knelt to introduce Mama to the big dog who watched her with a doggy grin.

“Oh Cariño, you look so much happier. I’m glad the trip was good for you.” The older woman smiled and offered her hand to the big dog. “And this fine boy- Rex did you say? He’s beautiful, mija.”

Rex sniffed Mama’s hand politely, but his cropped tail never stopped wagging so hard his hind end moved.

“And so polite! Where’d he come from?” Mama stepped up to hug Megan.

A friend of Hank’s up north rescued him. He thought he’d suit me and he was right.” Megan giggled and accepted the hug

Hank came up the stairs shaking his head and laughing. “No welcome home for your own son, Mama? I even brought food.”

“Oh- you! Don’t tease your Mama!” She kissed his cheek when he bent to offer it.

Hank smiled and kissed her hair. “Te amo, Mama. I’m just joking.”

“Let’s go inside to eat,” Mama suggested. “I made some lemonade and tea. We can introduce your big baby to Chi-Chi.”

Inside, Megan warily introduced Rex to Chi-Chi. She wasn’t sure how he’d do with the small dog. She shouldn’t have been worried. Rex was terrified of the chihuahua. He hid behind Megan’s legs until Chi-Chi laid down. 

After they caught up over lunch, Mama smiled. “I’m so glad you’re better out of that cast, Cariño. And your color is better too. Are you staying ahead of the pain with your medicine?

“Yes, ma’am. Hank makes sure of it.” Megan smiled at Hank who was sitting back in his chair just listening with a grin as the two most important people in his life chatted.

“Good. Now - I know you didn’t want a big deal for your birthday. I also know that Che and Hank didn’t exactly go along with that idea.” Mama winked at Hank. “But I have something for you too.”

“You didn’t have to do that Mama…” Megan started.

“Maybe not, but I did.” She reached behind her and retrieved a leather bound book. She handed it to Megan with a smile. “Feliz Cumpleaños, hija.”

Megan took the book carefully and opened it. It was very old. It was a recipe book. A handwritten one. Megan ran gentle fingers over the pages. “Is this…”

“My copy of the family recipe book. You love learning to cook new things - and you’ve shared recipes with me. Now it’s my turn.” Mama smiled gently at her and patted her hand. “Besides - there are tricks in there. Ones that will help you as you learn your culture from the ground up.” Mama flipped to the back to show her blank pages. “And this is where you add your own.”

Megan’s eyes teared as she saw where Mama had penned her name at the top of the page. “Are you sure?” she sniffed.

“Very. And that ring on your finger says my Hank is sure too.” Mama stood to kiss Megan on the forehead. “Eres familia. Always.”

Megan leaned into the affection from the older woman and closed her eyes. “Thank you, Mama.”

“De nada.”

Hank smiled gratefully at his mother as she cuddled the love of his life. He petted Rex and let them have their moment.

Soon, Mama patted Megan’s hair and went to take her seat again. “Now - what did Hank get you, Hija? It better have been good.”

Megan giggled and wiped her eyes before she began listing things she’d received as gifts. Mama admired her earrings and her charm bracelet.

“St. Agnes was also my patron saint as a young woman,” Mama explained. “I have her story somewhere around here. I’ll find it for you. I think I still have a rosary and some jewelry too…”

Hank’s phone buzzed and he checked it. “Alright, mi reina. That was your papa. Your guests should begin arriving in the next half-hour or so. We should get to the clubhouse.”

“Yes. Don’t be late for your own party, Cariño. I’ll see you in a few days.” Mama kissed her cheek. “Go. Have fun.”

“Thank you, Mama.” Megan stood and Rex came to heel. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Te amo, Cariño.” Mama kissed Hank as well. “Te amo, hijo. Take care of her.”

“I will, Mama. Te amo. Call if you need us.”

Megan carefully placed her recipe book in the glove box to keep it clean.

“Are you happy, mi amore?” Hank asked as he helped to buckle her seatbelt.

Megan smiled brilliantly at him. “Very. I got a Mom for my birthday.”

Hank chuckled. “I don’t know how I’ll top that next year.”

Megan kissed him softly. “Me either.”

They pulled up to the clubhouse and found Taza waiting for them outside. They could see a lot of movement through the windows, but other than that, the yard was very quiet.

Megan left Rex’s harness on and stuck his leash in her thigh bag before they got out.

“Ah. There you are, Chica. The Reaper should be here any minute with Oakland right behind them,” Taza said as he opened her car door. “Did you enjoy your visit with Mama?”

Megan hugged him tightly. “It was great. She gave me the Loza family recipe book.”

Taza eyebrows hit his hairline and he looked to Hank with a grin. “Really now. That is great.” He kissed her forehead. Rex bounded up to greet Taza too, so Taza scratched his ears for him.

“So - is the plan the same as it was last night? Templo and then party?” Megan asked him.

“Yeah. The same. There will be so many people there for Templo that it’ll probably be senior officers only at the table.” Taza explained, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and guiding her towards the stairs.

“Oh. Guess I’ll stand with Coco or Creeper,” Megan said with a little shrug.

Hank chuckled. “You are a senior officer, Princessa. Especially when it comes to the guns. They’re going to be YOUR specialty.”

Megan paused and looked to her father. “Really?”

Inside was swarming with activity as finishing touches were put on the food and decor. Vickie paused on the way through to the bar to tell Megan happy birthday. Gilly was holding the ladder for Coco who was hanging what looked like a giant banner. EZ was stocking the reserve coolers behind the bar and Angel - well he seemed to be flirting hard with a pretty blonde who was wearing way less than the weather called for.

“Really, Chica. Santo Padre Armorer. That puts you at the table.” He paused and opened the door to the clubhouse.

“Where are the tíos?” Megan asked Taza as Rex went to investigate his new dog bed in the corner.

“Templo. I think they’re hiding so Vickie doesn’t make them clean something.”

Megan giggled at the thought. “Alright. I’m going to go say hello.” She kissed Taza’s cheek and then gave Hank a kiss as well before turning to go to the sliding glass door. She knocked as was granted entry - sliding the door closed behind her.

Taza smirked at Hank. “So the family recipe book already?”

Hank smiled and stuffed his hands in his jeans pockets. “Yep. She didn’t even scold me over Megan’s ring.”

Taza laughed. “Why would she? It’s a promise ring, not an engagement ring.”

Hank chuckled. “Same thing to Mama. Though I’m sure she’ll have plenty to say if I don’t replace it with something larger eventually.” He shrugged a little. “What can I say, Taza? Mama knows when my mind’s made up.”

That made Taza nod and smile. “Good. She needs that stability. Just don’t fuck it up and make me shoot you, Hermano.”

“I won’t.”

There was a rumble of bikers in the distance that made everyone pause. The temple door slid open, and BIshop walked out with an arm around Megan’s shoulders followed by Marcus. Megan was much more relaxed on her home turf. 

They all headed outside to greet their visitors. Megan slipped over to stand between Hank and Taza as the gate opened.

Five bikes rolled through the gate that was manned by Creeper at the moment. None of the bikes had the signature look of Mayan bikes. They were all Dynas and one of them carried double. The Reaper had landed.

The dust cleared as the riders dismounted and started stripping off helmets and riding gloves. Megan recognized Chibs, Tig, Venus and the big guy that they called Quinn, but the other two riders were only vague memories. She hadn’t actually met them, but she’d seen them at the lodge. One of them had a prospect patch. The other, she thought, was T.O. He was the only black man she knew of who wore the reaper patch. 

The Samcro delegation came forward to greet everyone. Marcus - as ranking member greeted Chibs first. By the time the greetings got to Megan, she’d already accepted a big hug from Venus.

“There’s tha’ lass! How’s ya arm?” Chibs asked, hugging Megan gently.

“Better now that the cast is off. It was causing most of my issues.” Megan said as she hugged the tall Scotsman back. “Still in the soft cast and sling, but not for as long as before.”

“Good ta hear. And… what’s this?” He took Megan’s good hand and spun her slowly so he could see her kutte. “Bylaws changed?”

Bishop laughed. “Nah. Loophole.”

Marcus nodded. “She’s a non-voting officer for the SanPad charter.”

Tig whistled, impressed. “Armorer, huh? Can you handle a weapon, Little Bit? More than your pistol, I mean.”

Megan grinned a little wolfishly. “More than you’ll ever find out.”

“At least you better hope so,” Taza said with a chuckle.

The thunder of more bikes interrupted their conversation. Bikes poured in through the gate, followed by Diana’s Escalade, and then a few more bikes.

Marcus chuckled. “Gentlemen, Poquito, Venus - excuse me. Mi Reina and mi princessa have arrived.” He patted Tig’s shoulder and started towards the large car, only to have the back door fly open. Two steps later, he grunted as a small purple blur collided with him chattering a mile a minute. Megan giggled as Diana got out at a much more sedate pace.

Marco and José went to greet their brothers.

After all parties had refreshment and Tessa had a chance to talk to her prima and tíos, Marcus nodded at Bishop. Even though Marcus technically out ranked Bishop - they were on Santo Padre turf, so Bishop would lead this odd version of Grand Templo.

A shrill whistle cut through the air, and all the members of all three charters filed into the temple. A second chair was at the head of the table and similar on was at the foot. Marcus and Bishop took their positions and Chibs took his place at the foot of the table. The current president of the Oakland Charted and his officers - as well as Marcus and José took seats on the side of the table where Marcus sat. Taza took his place beside Bishop, then turned to smile at Megan. There were curious whispers throughout the room when they realized Megan was in the temple. Hank ignored them and escorted her to the chair next to her father before taking his own between her and Riz. Everyone settled quickly when the gavel fell, and all eyes turned to Bishop.

“Alright. Now that we’re all here, let’s get started. There’s one hell of a party waiting on us out there.” Bishop sat forward with a grin. “Now, some of you have noticed the addition to our table. La Princessa de los Mayas has taken her place as a non-voting officer of the Mayans Motorcycle Club, Santo Padre Charter. Megan will be our Armorer and be responsible for all weaponry that passes through SanPad. She’ll work closely with the officers to assure inventory is kept.”

He paused to glance around the table. “Megan has unique training in multiple weapons and their maintenance. Training we’re going to need as we take on the True IRA contracts.”

Chibs looked to Tig and grinned before he returned his gaze to Bishop. “Found a port, have ya?”

Bishop nodded. “We have. At least if the vote tonight goes the way we hope.” He chuckled again and gestured to Megan. “Alright, Poquito. It’s your action. Bring it to the table.”

Megan swallowed hard, but nodded as she adjusted in her chair to hide her shaking hand. Hank laid a gentle hand on her knee under the table in support. “Santo Padre recently had a meeting with the head of the Galindo cartel. Long story short - to combat the DEA, he has found himself in alliance with Los Olvidados.”

One of the Oakland Mayans standing against the wall interrupted - “But isn’t the LO who you’ve been hunting for months? The same people who took his kid?”

Megan nodded. “Exactly. They decided they needed a third party to mediate and keep everyone honest. That third party is us. It comes with many advantages. One of which was an introduction to Adelita, herself.” She paused to take a sip of water. “At that meeting it occurred to us that an alliance on our own with Adelita comes with even more advantages. Los Olvidados is a vast organization. They control large amounts of government officials on the other side of the border. They are also two thousand soldiers who are used to storing and protecting supplies and weapons at all times.”

Bishop grinned. “And an alliance with the LO protects the M.C. from even more issues when we have to cross over.”

There were nods around the table.

Megan took a deep breath. “So - we met with Adelita - alone, away from Galind. She has agreed to supply the port of entry for the Irish guns, assemble them, and store them on their side of the border. The M.C. handles the buyer and transports. And - she agreed to do it for the twenty percent we had already factored in for the Vatos in the original deal as well as first option to buy when they have a large operation in the works.” Megan smiled and looked around the table.

“At how steep of a discount?” asked the Oakland President.

Marcus chuckled. “That’s the best part… at full price.”

There were surprised mumbles around the table. Men talked quietly among themselves until Bishop sat forward again. “So - any questions?”

“What’s to stop the LO from just taking what they want?” one of the Oakland members asked.

Chibs answered. “Same thing that stopped us - havin’ a club member at tha’ exchange to inventory at the drop to the LO. This does solve things nicely, I will admit. Do we know what port?”

Megan shook her head. “Not yet. We will by the end of the week…”

“If we vote it tonight,” Riz added. “The longer we seesaw - the more likely they are to decide we aren’t worth it.”

Marcus cleared his throat. “It’s a good plan. Solid. It gives us the gun deal with the True IRA and fulfills Jax Teller’s final wishes. It puts Mayans M.C. at the forefront of the two biggest money making trades in the M.C. world. I say we vote it. Now.”

“Seconded,” said the Oakland VP.

“Third,” came from Riz.

“Alright. Every man votes. Oakland or Santo Padre. Do we take on the True IRA gun deal with Los Olvidados as our ally?” Bishop said, looking around the room. “All in favor…” 

Hands went up. Some were slower than others, but they went up. Bishop looked around. He couldn’t see any man with his hand still down. 

“All opposed?” he asked. Again he scanned the room. He didn’t see any hands. That was really to be expected. Every Mayan had known and planned for the day SoA would hand over the gun trade. Bishop looked to Marcus.

“Unanimous decision. Vote carries,” Marcus stated. Bishop banged the gavel and Megan slumped in relief. Cheers and whoops broke out throughout the temple. 

“Good. Now - let’s party!” Bishop stood with a grin.

The celebrating Mayans scattered out the door to claim fresh beers or food leaving only Taza, Bishop, Marcus, and Hank at the table along with Megan. Megan laid her head down on the table and focused on her breathing for a moment.

“Beautiful work, Chica. Beautifully done. A unanimous vote from two charters on your first club action!” Taza laughed gently, patting her back. “Proud of you.”

Hank rubbed her leg under the table letting her calm down.

Marcus and Bishop just laughed with Taza.

Megan finally lifted her head from the table to meet the eyes of the four men who loved her more than life itself. “I really did that, didn’t I?”

“Yes, Poquito. You really did. And I’m just as proud of you now as when you took on Adelita yourself in that meeting,” Bishop assured her.

“Me too, Poquito. You really are proving just how much you love this club,” Marcus said.

The three elder men each stood. “We’re going to go make sure they don’t bring the clubhouse down on top of us. You - take your time. Decompress. Then come join the party,” Bishop said smiling. He dropped a kiss to Megan’s hair. “Proud of you, Poquito.”

Marcus followed his example with a kiss to her forehead. “You deserve that kutte, Bebita. Now come show it off.”

Taza pressed his own kiss to Megan’s temple. “Whenever you’re ready, Chica. See you in a minute.”

They left the room and slid the sliding, stained glass door closed, cutting out some of the noise in the process. Megan breathed a sigh of relief. 

Hank chuckled. “They’re right, you know. You were perfect.” He lifted her hand to kiss her ring.

Megan shrugged. “Maybe, but if it all falls apart, they don’t need to look far for who to blame either.”

Hank tugged ehr to her feet as he scooted back from the table. He guided her to stand between his knees so he was looking up into her face. “Mi princessa - if it falls apart, it won’t be for anything you did.” He slipped his hands down to rest on her hips and smiled. “I love you.”

That made her smile. “I love you too.” She leaned down to press a kiss to his lips. 

He kissed her back with a chuckle. “Mm. We should probably get out there soon.”

“Yeah. But I think the only ones waiting on us are probably Tessa and maybe Venus.”

Hank laughed again and pressed another kiss to her lips before pulling back. “Maybe so - but if we don’t get out there soon, I might forget that I’m supposed to share you tonight.” He grinned up at her. “You have no idea how sexy it was watching all my brothers realize why you are la princessa.”

Megan rolled her eyes. “I’m le princessa because Taza’s my dad and because of who my tíos are. I had nothing to do with it.”

Hank squeezed her waist gently. “Bullshit. You are A princessa because of your papa and tíos. You are THE princessa because you make this club better. Because you see what we don’t. And because you can use your brain and hold a room full of bikers in awe of you, mi amore.” He nudged her chin with his nose. “Straighten that crown, Princessa and own it. You just saved a lot of lives today. You deserve to be la Princessa de los Mayas.”

She smiled a little. “We’ll see.”

He shook his head. “Alright. You ready?”

“I’d be much more comfortable behind the bar. I’ve never really been to a party before…”

Hank chuckled. “You’ll be alright. He stood and took her hand in his. “Let’s go.”

Out in the bar, Megan laughed as she realized that Tessa had been waiting patiently for her to exit the temple. The little girl immediately attached to Megan’s side. “You okay, Prima?” she asked.

“I’m alright. Just nervous about my first party,” Megan explained to her. “I’m glad you like your jacket though.”

Tessa did a little spin to show off the purple leather jacket Megan had chosen for her on her birthday shopping spree. “I love it!” She showed Megan her little purple Doc Martens. “And Papa bought me boots to match!”

Hank laughed. “Now your prima needs to have matching Docs, huh?”

Tessa squealed and clapped. “Yes! They have SPARKLE ones too! Papa said I could have them if I scored an A on my science test and I know I aced it. Maybe he’ll buy us both a pair!” 

Megan laughed at the excited little girl. “I’m not sure sparkle docs will stay very sparkly if I wear them on the bike, Tessa.”

Tessa paused in thought, “So… don’t wear them on the bike…” she stated with a shrug.

Venus overheard her and laughed. “The little princess is right, honey. Some shoes are just for show.” She winked at Tessa. “And I agree with your little cousin - sparkle docs sound perfect for you.”

Tessa nodded decisively. “I’m gonna ask Papa. Be right back!” She scurried off.

“Wait!” Megan tried, but Tessa was already across the room. She groaned and narrowed her eyes at the innocently smiling Venus. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”

Venus put on her shocked face and pressed a hand to her chest as if offended. “Bless your heart - I never!”

Hank grinned and sipped his beer with an arm around Megan’s waist. He’d just taken a drink when Megan rolled her eyes again at Venus. “You know - I recognize a Southern ‘fuck you’ when I hear it, right?” she said.

“That’s what makes it so much fun,” Venus said with a wicked grin.

Hank snorted in laughter and choked on his beer.

Tig wandered up with a grin. “Are you ladies trying to choke Hank to death or is that just a kinky thing?”

Hank sputtered and coughed until his airway was clear enough to laugh.

Megan giggled and Venus grinned. “Now Alexander - we would never…”

EZ wandered by with a coke for Megan, which she gladly accepted. Tig noticed. “Little Bit, you okay or just pacing yourself?” he asked, indicating her bottle.

Megan sipped and nodded. “I’m fine. Just not a big drinker.”

Hank guided her back so she could lean against him.

“Fair enough.” Tig smiled.

Megan mingled with Hank, smiling her company smile and accepting happy birthday wishes until Creeper came to her side. Rex had stuck to her like glue and was currently sitting across her feet accepting idle ear scratches, but he perked up as the bald biker approached. “Hey Little Princess, you eaten yet?”

Megan shook her head lightly. “Nah. Been busy being hostess.”

Creeper scoffed. “Girl. You’re supposed to be enjoying your party - not playing nothin’.”

“I’m alright, Creep. I promise,” Megan said quietly, but the strain around her eyes was visible.

Creeper nudged Hank, who had been in a conversation with Marco. “You better get your girl, man. She ain’t eat yet.”

Hank glanced at his watch. “Shit. And she’s over an hour past due for her pain meds,” He looked at Megan. “Mi Reina, I’m sorry. You’ve got to be hurtin’.”

Megan smiled up at him a little shakily. “I’m okay.”

“Brother…” Creeper warned.

“Yeah, I hear her.” Hank said. He excused them from the group they’d been with for a while and led her to a couch in the corner with Creeper following. Hank guided Megan to sit and slid a pillow under her arm. “Now, I know you’re hurting, mi amore. I wish you had said something.” He handed her two pills which she obediently swallowed. “Now - do you want me to make you plate while Creep stays with you or do you want him to do it?”

Megan sighed. “I promise, I’m okay. We can go back to the party.”

Creeper nodded. “Alright. I’ll go get her a plate.” He slipped off, stopping to have a word with Taza on the way by.

Taza turned so that Megan was in his sight as he talked, just in case she needed him, but kept his distance. He didn’t want anyone to see her as weak because he babied her.

Hank squatted in front of Megan and slid one of his hands up to cup the side of her neck gently, guiding her chin up to make her look at him as Rex laid himself across her feet holding her down. “Princessa, you’re shaking and your breath is hitching like before you have a panic attack. What is it?”

Megan leaned into his hand a little and closed her eyes. “We should get back. That’s all.”

Hank leaned forward to press his forehead to hers. “Do you want to go home? If you’re unhappy, we don’t have to stay.”

Megan gave a watery chuckle. “Leave my own birthday party? No. I’m okay.”

“You need to eat, mi amore. Creeper will bring you a plate. We can eat it here, or we can go outside to the picnic table if you’d rather.” He kissed her gently. “Either way.”

“But - I haven’t talked to everyone. I haven’t been a good hostess. I need to be…”

“You need to be sitting your ass down and letting them come to you like the princessa you are, Poquito,” Bishop said, coming up behind Hank. “They come to you. You aren’t the bartender here tonight.” He sat in the armchair nearest her.

“But-”

“No fucking ‘but’.” He lit a cigarette.

Creeper showed up with two plates loaded with food. “Here, Little Princessa. Eat somethin’ Then decide how you wanna spend the rest of your night.” He sat them on the coffee table as Hank moved to sit next to her and pull it closer to her.

Megan hesitantly reached for the fork he’d laid next to the plate. Hank pressed a kiss to her temple. “That’s my girl,” he muttered as she started to nibble.

Bishop stayed planted and people filtered through to talk to him and to those around him as a consequence. Soon, Megan realized her tío was right. If she stayed put, people came to her.

Tessa flitted back and forth from their group and wherever her papa and mama were. Letty came and sat awhile, but she eventually got up to go dance with a few of the younger girls from Vickie’s.

About an hour later, Taza walked over smiling. “Are you ready for cake, Chica?”

Megan smiled up at him, more relaxed. “I guess so.”

“Good. Your tía wants to take Tessa home and put her to bed, but the little demon refuses to leave until after cake,” Taza laughed. 

That made Megan giggle. “Should have just cut it, Papa. She’ll be even worse after sugar.”

“Can’t cut the birthday cake without the birthday girl, Sweetheart.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I’ll get them to bring it over here. After cake - I think you have a few more gifts to unwrap.”

“But I already opened my gifts!” Megan protested as Taza walked away.

Hank chuckled. “That was before you made your birthday a diplomatic event, mi amore.”

Bishop grinned. “More gifts, Poquito, from new friends.” He sipped his whiskey with a chuckle.

Taza returned to perch on the arm for the couch next to her as Creeper carried the cake towards her with candles lit. A toy motorcycle stood in the center. Megan giggled as she saw the Mayans patch and rocker decorating the icing. Tessa started singing happy birthday and Vickie’s girls picked it up. Before the end of the song, Megan’s face felt like it was on fire.

Marcus smiled at her from the crowd with one arm around Diana and one around Tessa. “Blow out your candles, Poquito. Make a wish.”

Megan smiled and leaned forward before blowing out the candles to the applause of those watching. Taza pressed a kiss to her hair as Hank gave her hand an encouraging squeeze.

Vickie took the cake from Creeper so that the girls and EZ could serve it. 

“Well, now that the cake is being cut - Present time!” Venus announced. She bustled forward with a large box wrapped in blue paper. “Here, sweetheart. This one’s from me,” she said with a wink.

Megan laughed and took the box. “Thank you.” She opened it with a smile to find something that she didn’t expect from the first lady of Samcro. Inside were two pairs of cowboy boots, a brown pair and a black pair, along with an off white wool cowboy hat. Megan’s jaw dropped. “Venus - “

The dark haired woman smiled softly. “That night at the party, you mentioned that you rode in rodeos. I looked you up. Then I realized that you would have had to leave all your gear behind…”

Megan stood quickly to wrap her in a tight hug. “Thank you so much.”

Venus sniffed a little and smoothed Megan’s hair. “Southern Belles stick together.”

That made Megan giggle and pull back. She went back to her spot on the couch with a little smile before putting on the hat. Hank beamed and straightened it for her.

“Alright. Now that the missus has given her gift -” Tig presented Megan with a small, but heavy box. “In light of your new position, I probably should have gone bigger.”

Megan unwrapped it to find a handgun cleaning kit with a built in field kit to go in her saddle bags. “Thank you!”

Tig chuckled. “You impressed the hell out of me at that meeting, Little Bit. Never seen a chick - well a youngster anyway - so prepared to defend yourself. Thought I’d help you do that.” He shrugged awkwardly. “And Venus wouldn’t let me buy you another gun.”

Venus huffed out a “I swear, Alexander…” as Megan giggled.

Chibs smiled a little. “Aye. My turn.” He sat down his whiskey and smiled. “‘Ve got two. One frum me - and one frum Samcro.” He laid a small box on the table - about as long as his hand. Then, he waved T.O. forward. T.O. also laid a box down - this one much larger.

Megan opened the larger box, which was from Samcro, to find a custom stitched seat for her bike. The beautiful stitching in the black leather picked out the design of a crown. “Oh! It’s beautiful. Thank you!”

T.O. grinned. “It’ll fit. We called your uncle to make sure of it.”

“Thank you. And thank your club for me.”

Chibs smirked. “Little un is frum me.”

Megan opened the box to find knives. Three of them. They were made to be worn on the inside of her belt or inside her kutte the way Chibs wore his. He’d provided sheaths for them as well. The short blades were made for street fighting and the green composite handles fit in her smaller hands nicely. “Oh they’re beautiful. I love them! Thank you.”

“Aye. MY Kerrianne overnighted them to me from the same shop in Ireland where I got mine after I met you at the party. They’ll serve you well, lass.” He smiled as Megan immediately tucked on into one of the straps of her thigh bag which held it perfectly. “Your tío can find you someone to teach you to use ‘em. I’d do it, but ‘m too far away.”

Megan stood and hugged the gruff biker. “Thank you.” 

He patted her back awkwardly. “Welcome, lass.”

She sniffed a little and smiled as she sat back down. Hank grinned as she turned to show him her new blades. He examined them carefully and then showed her how to fasten them inside her kutte to conceal them.

Marcus offered Chibs a handshake. “Beautiful blades, my friend. I’ll find her a teacher when she’s ready.” 

Chibs chuckled. “Got a boot knife back ordered fur ‘er too. Should be here by ‘er big party.”

Coco was passing by and snorted a laugh. “La princessa’s gunna be armed to the teeth.”

Marcus laughed. “All the better.” He waved the president of the Oakland charter forward to present the gift from the other charter.

A leather binder with the Mayans patch embossed on the cover was laid on the table in front of her. Megan ran her fingers over the cover before glancing up at the Oakland officers. At their smiles, she flipped it open to find a copy of the charter and bylaws of the Mayans Motorcycle Club. “Oh! Is this…” 

“A copy for you to keep and study as la Princessa de los Mayas, Princessa. All the bylaws, from every charter. All the history of this club.”

Megan’s smile was blinding. “For me?”

“For you, Princessa. Happy Birthday.” He smiled and gave a little bow before going back to the party.

Megan ran her fingers over the binder again and smiled before looking up to meet the eyes of both Marcus and Bishop.

Marcus smiled. “Now you’ll get to read our story, Poquito. The history of tu familia.”

“Thank you.”

Diana came over after a few minutes to say goodnight. She was taking Tessa home to bed. Apparently, the energetic little girl had finally run out of steam. Marco had found her nodding off at one of the table and was carrying her to the car after bringing her to Marcus for a goodnight cuddle. The Queen of the Mayans pressed a gentle kiss to Megan’s forehead. “Sleep well, Princessa. We’ll see you in the morning.”

Things got a little wilder as it got later, but not much. A few guys got in the ring for fun and Bishop went to watch. Soon, Megan and Hank were left mostly on their own in that little corner of the clubhouse. Even Rex was asleep in his dog bed nearby. Megan was curled into Hank’s side, resting comfortably.

Hank smiled down at her. “Have you enjoyed your birthday party, mi amore?”

Megan tilted her face up towards him. “I actually have. At least once we moved over here.”

He shifted so he could reach to kiss her. “Good. We just need to remember to put you in a corner. I’ll try to remember, mi reina.” He pressed a soft kiss to her lips.

“Sorry I freaked out,” she whispered.

Hank shifted her carefully to his lap before guiding her to straddle him. “Mi princessa, you absolutely did not freak out. You were so anxious you were shaking, but you kept going. You didn’t freese. You kept your panic in your control. You were so brave and so  strong. You amaze me, Megan.” He cupped her face in both hands and pressed his forehead to hers. “No apologies, mi amore.”

Megan smiled and nodded a little. “Okay.”

“Good girl.” He grinned and kissed her again.

Megan kissed him back and shifted closer to his body. His hands rubbed gently down her back until they came to her hips. He slid them under her tunic so he could feel her skin. Megan wrapped the fingers of her good hand in his shirt to pull herself closer, pressing her hips into him. 

Hank groaned and broke the kiss, dropping his head to rest on her good shoulder. “Not fair, mi reina. You know what the doctor said.” He pressed kisses to the skin of her throat and chest where he could reach.

Megan whined until Hank lifted his head to kiss her again. “I’m sorry, mi reina. No strenuous activities of you could end up back in a cast. A week, mi amore. At least a week.”

Megan collapsed against his chest growling and frustrated. Hank kissed her hair. “Please, Hank?”

He closed his eyes and winced. “I don’t want to hurt you, Megan. Please…”

She sighed. “I know.” She lifted her head to kiss him softly. “I’m sorry. I know.”

Hank smiled softly and returned her kiss. “Just… be patient a little longer, mi reina.” 

Megan nodded and cuddled close. “I’ll try.”

“That’s all I ask.” He kissed her again.

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Meet the Reaper 15

Here is a new chapter. It's a beast. It's also HEAVY as hell. Like... HEED THE FUCKING WARNINGS heavy. Y'all... if anything in the warnings is a trigger - don't read it. Be responsible for your own media consumption. If you want to know what happens - ask. I'll tell you. Or better yet, tell me which warning is a trigger and I'll send you an edited version of the chapter with that part redacted and summarized instead. I'm not looking to trigger ANYONE. This is just something that I needed to write to get it off my chest.

As always... Don't steal my shit.

WARNINGS: vague medical shit, doctor visit, slightly inappropriate flirting, Megan reacting to an angry man, fluffy Mayans, talk of the international arms deals appropriate to the show, talk of payout for non-specified Mayan jobs, fluffy Hank, slightly steamy bit, talk of forced infertility.

HEED THE FUCKING WARNINGS. I get specific for a reason, people!

Megan shifted her sling uncomfortably, but smiled up at Hank even if it was a little strained. “I hope I’m right.” Her face suddenly paled several shades. 

Hank tugged her close and kissed her. “Me too, mi amore.” He glanced around to be sure no one was near enough to hear him. “You need to sit down so that you can rest your arm. You’ve done too much today, haven’t you?”

Megan shook her head. “I’m okay. I can do it.”

Hank frowned at her color and flagged down EZ who was behind the built in bar. “I don’t care. You’re right in the middle of your dose. You shouldn’t be uncomfortable right now and I can see that you are.”

EZ came to Hank’s side. “Need something, Hank?”

“Find la princessa a chair. She needs to ease her arm,” Hank told him quietly.

EZ nodded. “Of course.” He smiled gently at Megan and went to find a chair for her.

Hank pulled Megan in front of him to lean back against his chest so that he could take the weight of her cast. “Rest here until he gets back, mi princessa.”

The rest of the M.C. was focused on the meeting and they were behind Bishop, Marcus and Taza so the elders didn’t notice the shift in position from Megan and Hank. However, Adelita and the Galindos did.

Adelita raised her hand to pause the discussion. “Excuse me, but is she alright?” she asked Marcus, pointing to Megan. She looked genuinely concerned for her.

Marcus turned to check on Megan and saw Hank supporting her sling. “Poquito? All good?”

Taza frowned and went to stand.

Megan gave them a strained smile. “I’m alright, mi padrinos, Papa.”

Bishop looked to Hank. “Qué ocurre?”

Hank shook his head. “Tiene dolor, y no debería estarlo todavía.”

Megan growled at their use of Spanish. “Not fair.”

Taza excused himself and came to check her sling himself. “Where does it hurt, Chica?”

“Papa - I’m okay. It just hurts. It’ll pass.” She tried to smile at him again. “Don’t let me interrupt the meeting. It’s too important.”

Miguel frowned as well. “What is it? Does she need a doctor?”

Bishop took a deep breath. “Apologies, Mr. Galindo.”

Marcus nodded. “I understand you loaned us manpower when Megan was kidnapped. Megan was in a car accident during that rescue attempt and was injured fairly severely.”

Devante frowned. “Then perhaps we should finish our meeting quickly so the girl can leave. She isn’t essential for this anyway. Perhaps she should just go.”

Emily frowned severely at Devante, but turned to Marcus and Bishop. “Are you sure she doesn’t need a doctor?”

Megan shook her head. “Again. I apologize. It was a very recent incident and my family worries. I am alright. Please - continue the meeting.”

Hank nodded a little at Bishop. “I’ve got mi princessa,” he assured Taza and the others. “I sent the prospect for supplies for her. He’ll be right back. Go ahead. I’ll let you know if it gets worse.”

Adelita stood and went behind the bar. She quickly put together an ice pack and brought it to Hank. “Here. Maybe this will help ease the pain until your friend returns.” She smiled at Megan. “We will hurry and be done soon.” As she returned to the group with Taza behind her she squeezed Megan’s good shoulder in support. It was worth it to note that Rex never growled at Adelita - just watched her closely.

EZ came back in with a chair from another conference room and several pillows that he’d weedled out of housekeeping. 

“There. See. The girl is fine. Can we please get back to the business at hand instead of fussing over a hysterical child?” Devante stated shortly.

Marcus’ eyes narrowed and Bishop looked angry, but both of them nodded. “Of course.” They glanced at Megan worriedly, but nodded again. 

Hank got Megan into the chair, putting the makeshift ice pack on her collarbone and EZ propped pillows under her casted arm. Creeper brought her a bottle of water. Coco watched worriedly and squatted in front of her to watch her color. Her father and uncles kept glancing back to check on her.

Megan rolled her eyes impatiently. “I just shifted wrong. The pain will pass. This is why I said I’d be a distraction,” she hissed at them.

Gilly snorted. “Princessa, distraction or not, business is still happening. You aren’t hurting anything.” He nodded towards the huddle.

A few minutes later, the shot caller all stood to shake hands. Emily gathered the contracts and took the rough drafts to EZ at the bar for him to shred. Marcus spoke with Miguel and Devante, while Bishop and Taza introduced themselves to Adelita - who used the name Luisa - properly.

The rest of the M.C followed their president’s example and introduced themselves to the leader of the LO. Hank stayed back with Megan, watching her color starting to return to normal, but noting that she was still shaking a little. After she had met everyone else, Luisa came over to introduce herself to Hank. Then she turned to Megan.

Megan smiled up at her from her chair. “Hi. I’m Megan.”

Luisa shook Megan’s left hand gently. “Luisa. Are you feeling better?”

Megan nodded. “Sorry about that. They worry. I’ll be alright. The pain is passing,” Megan assured her with a small smile. 

“Good. If you need help -” Luisa offered uncertainly.

Megan smiled at her again and petted Rex’s ears. “Thank you. I’m okay. I just shifted wrong I think. I have a broken collarbone as well as the broken wrist…”

Coco snorted, “And cracked ribs and a concussion…”

Luisa frowned. “I see… these injuries are… serious.”

“I’m healing. That’s all. I’ll be just fine in a few weeks.” Megan smiled up at her again. “I would like to be of help to this new alliance though.”

That caused Adelita to smile. “I have no doubt that you will be, Megan. Soon. Heal first.” She smiled gently again and went to speak to someone else.

Emily Galindo made her way over to check on Megan as well, but didn’t get too close when Rex shifted uncomfortably as she approached. “I just wanted to check on you to be sure you’re really alright,” she said.

Megan took a breath and turned her Southern Bell Company Smiled back on. “Of course, Mrs. Galindo. My apologies for the interruption. I will be just fine.”

Emily pursed her lips and nodded. “Of course. Please, let me know if you need anything in Santo Padre. We’re on the same side, after all.”

“Of course ma’am.” Megan nodded politely. Hank smiled politely as well as the blonde socialite moved on.

Once pleasantries were over with, Galindo asked if Marcus would ride back to Santo Padre with him. Marcus explained that the club would be staying at least one more night at the casino for Megan’s birthday, but offered to meet with him privately in another room. Miguel frowned, but sent Devante to speak to the front desk about accommodations for himself, Emily and Luisa for the night. “We do not wish to interrupt club business. Adelita, Devante and I have some… business to conclude ourselves. Perhaps a breakfast meeting tomorrow morning then,” Miguel offered.

“Of course, Mr. Galindo,” Marcus said. 

Just before everyone left, Miguel made his way over to where Megan sat with Rex beside her. Hank had gone to dispose of the ice pack at the bar. “Megan - it truly is good to see you came to no lasting harm from your recent ordeal. Please, if there’s anything I can do to make your stay in Santo Padre more comfortable let me know. Your godfather is a very old friend of my father’s. I’d like to be of assistance to you if you’d let me,” he said politely. 

Megan firmed her back and sat up straight. “Thank you for your concern, Mr. Galindo, and for the help you provided my family when I was taken, but I’m fine. My family has me covered,” Megan said as she dialed the Southern charm up to eleven.

“All the same, here’s my card.” He produced a business card for her.

Rex pressed to her leg growling softly as she took the card without touching Galindo and nodded politely. “Thank you, sir.” She immediately reached for Rex’s collar to hold on to him.

Miguel offered one more appraising nod and went to stand with Emily as she packed away all her legal tools.

Hank came to rejoin Megan warily. “What was that all about?” he asked in a low growl that made Megan tense. 

Megan immediately handed him the business card. “I’m not sure. He said his father and Tío Marcus were friends and that he’d like to help me where he could. It was weird. It kind of reminded me of a rodeo team owner schmoozing a possible rider.” She bit her lip a little worriedly. “I deflected as much as I politely could.” 

Hank growled again with his eyes on Miguel across the room. “I don’t like that he’s taken an interest in you…”

“I’m sorry…” Megan whispered and lowered her eyes to fiddle with her own zipper pull on her new kutte.

Hank frowned and looked at her. “Sorry? For what, mi amore? You did nothing wrong.”

“But maybe I drew too much attention, or maybe if I’d worn different clothes, or just kept my mouth shut…” she rambled.

Hank squatted in front of her and was startled to see tears gathering on her lash line. “Princessa, I’m not angry with you. You did absolutely beautifully today.” He used gentle fingers to tilt her chin and kiss her softly. He pressed his forehead to hers after he pulled away. I’m not upset at you at all. I’m upset that Mister Married Deep Pockets seems to think you’re fair game.”

Megan blinked rapidly. “I didn’t try to get his attention - honestly.”

“Oh, baby. I know that.” He stood and lifted her gently so that he could slide in under her in the chair, putting her in his lap. He cradled her close and pressed gentle kisses to her hairline. “I’m sorry I growled. It wasn’t aimed at you. Never at you, mi amore. I was aggravated at him.” He tilted her chin and pressed another gentle kiss to her lips. “You did NOTHING wrong, Princessa.”

Megan nodded slowly and swallowed hard before burying her face in his neck. “Can I take more medicine yet? It really hurts still.”

Hank frowned and looked at his watch in alarm. She was over a half hour early. She’d never asked for her pain medicine before. “Sure, mi reina.” He got her another dose and helped her take it with the bottle of water Creeper had given her earlier. “Is it your collarbone or your wrist?”

“My wrist.”

Hank flagged down Coco. “Can you get Taza to come here, man?”

“Sure. Everything alright?” Coco asked warily.

“Hopefully. Just get him.” Hank cuddled her close to his body, supporting her wrist cast. 

Taza hurried over as Coco slipped out of the room with the rest of the younger Mayans. Before Coco got out the door, he gave Hank another worried look.

“What’s going on?” Taza asked.

“Megan says her wrist is really hurting all of a sudden,” Hank explained. “I just gave her another dose a little early, but something’s not right, Taza. She’s never asked for a dose of pain medicine before.”

Taza squatted in front of them and got licked on the chin by Rex for the trouble. He chuckled a little and petted the dog. “Where on your wrist is hurting, Chica? Maybe the break shifted?”

Megan pointed to the spot on the side of her wrist, just under her thumb. “I shifted my sling during the meeting and suddenly had shooting pain right here. Worse than it’s ever been - even before I started taking the pills.” She sniffled a little and leaned into Hank some more.

Taza’s eyebrows raised. “Stay put, Sweet Chica. I’m going to check if Adam keeps a staff doctor. If not, we’ll head to the hospital.”

Megan swallowed. “I’d rather not, Papa.”

Hank rocked her gently. “We know, mi amore, but you need to be checked over. I’ll stay with you the whole time.” He kissed her hair and nodded at Taza who left the room. “Shhh, mi reina. It’s going to be alright. We’ve got you.”

Megan buried her face against his neck and he could feel tears on his skin that she had been holding back.

Rex stood and growled softly as Creeper approached. Creep calmly lifted his hands and spoke soothingly to the big animal. “Easy, Rex. Just me. Just wanna check on your mama. Good boy.” He looked to Hank. “She hurting still?” He didn’t come closer just yet.

Hank nodded. “Rex, down. Just Creeper. Let him in.”

The animal stopped growling and his hackles went down, but he remained standing between Megan and the rest of the room.

Creeper cautiously took another step towards them, and when Rex stayed calm, he moved to Hank’s side. “Anything I can do, brother?”

“Taza’s gone to see if the casino keeps a doctor on staff. She hates hospitals, but we’ll go if there’s not one here,” Hank explained. “It’s her wrist.”

Creeper squatted down to support her wrist cast for Hank so the big biker could use both hands to soothe and hold her. “Where?”

Megan sniffled wetly. “By the thumb. Under the cast.”

Creeper frowned. “I saw the x-rays after the accident. That’s not where you broke it, Little Princess. Did you bump it today at the store or anything? Or maybe try to move it like you did the other morning at breakfast?”

Megan shook her head but didn’t lift her eyes. She kept her face buried in the crook between Hank’s neck and shoulder.

Creeper looked to Hank. “Did she have a nightmare during that nap before lunch? Maybe try to reach for you in her sleep?”

Hank shook his head and kissed Megan’s forehead. “No. Nothing since a bad one last night. I think I got her stabilized in time during that one though.”

Creeper tilted his head in thought. “Then it’s not a new break. Sometimes if you strain against the cast, it can cause little breaks. Least that’s what they told me last time I had a cast.”

Taza came hurrying back in. “Adam’s got the local doctor on speed dial. He called him. Said he’d be here soon. Let’s take her back to the suite. He’ll meet us there,” he said, glancing at where EZ was still shredding papers and the door that the Galindo party had exited from not long before. 

Hank nodded. He looked at Creeper. “Could you take Rex out before you come up? I’m just going to carry her.”

“Course, brother. Anything you need.” Creeper grabbed Rex’s leash and tugged gently. “Come on, Rex. Let’s go outside.”

Rex resisted a little, looking at Megan and whining.

Hank stroked her hair back. “Mi amore, I think Rex wants you to tell him it’s okay for Creeper to take him outside.”

Megan giggled a little, but lifted her head to look at Rex with a sniff. “Good boy. Go on. Creeper’s gonna take you on a walk. I’m okay.”

The dog whined again, but reluctantly followed Creeper out of the room. 

Taza shook his head in amazement. “Happy sure undersold that pooch in the brains department.”

Hank nodded before arranging Megan so he could stand without jostling her too much. “You can say that again.”

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A little over an hour later, the doctor Adam had called stepped out of the room Megan and Hank were using to a common room full of concerned bikers.

Bishop stood. “Well?”

The older doctor chuckled. “Ms. Morales said you’d all probably be worried. She’s alright. Before you leave tomorrow she’s got an appointment at my clinic here on the Rez. They casted her arm while she was unconscious and it was done awkwardly causing strain on her muscles and tendons. That’s why she’s been in so much pain. Her muscles are pulling against the broken bone constantly. I’ll re-cast it and it will remove the strain, relaxing those muscles. I also plan to examine her collarbone to see if it’s healed enough to remove the sling if I put her in a soft cast instead of plaster.” The doctor smiled as all the men relaxed. He could hear them collectively breathing easier. “She’s going to be fine, gentlemen. I gave her a mild muscle relaxer that won’t affect her thinking processes since she explained she doesn’t like the side effects of the stronger pain killers. It should hold until tomorrow morning when I see her again. If not, call me.” 

Marcus smiled. “Thank you, Doc.”

“Of course. Her father and … boyfriend?... are with her. I gave them my card in case anything changes, but…” he produced another business card from the pocket of his white coat. “Here’s another copy for the rest of you.”

Bishop took the card and with a polite nod, the doctor left.

Creeper went to let Rex into the bedroom, only to be met by Taza coming out. They let the big dog in the room and then quietly shut the door before returning to the conference table.

“Doc said it was good news, but how is she really?” Creeper asked him as Taza took his seat. 

Taza took a beer from EZ and sighed. “She’s being a trooper. Apparently the pain has been worse than we thought this entire time. Doc said that he’s surprised she hadn’t caved and went to the ER with it… or broke the cast with the muscle spasms she’s been having. Hank’s sitting on her to make her rest until the shot the doc gave her can take full effect.”

Bishop nodded. “That what pulled you away from the Galindo meeting the first time?”

Taza chuckled. “Actually… no. La princessa earned her kutte in that meeting, brother.” He sipped his beer with a smirk. “She may have solved our Irish problem.”

There was a thump as all four legs of the chair Angel had been leaning back in hit the ground. Suddenly Taza had every man’s attention in the room. The meeting had only taken a few hours, and everyone was now back in the rooms. 

Marcus sat forward. “What do you mean, hermano?”

Bishop raised a hand to make them pause. “Do we need to table?”

Taza shrugged. “We will need to eventually, but it’s not urgent enough that it can’t wait until we’re home for the official vote.”

Both Bishop and Marcus nodded. “Alright then,” Bishop said. “Fill us in.”

Taza explained Megan’s theory about Adelita and Los Olvidados being their solution to needing a port. He pointed out all the things she had said to him - how the rebels are widespread, powerful, and damn near impossible to find if they don’t want to be. He sealed the deal for Bishop by bringing up Megan’s point about how bringing the LO close helps eliminate the motive to double cross the M.C. even if they do fall out with Galindo. “And - Megan also pointed out that the twenty percent we were prepared to offer the VM would buy a lot of supplies for Adelita’s orphans.”

Bishop chuckled and said back in his chair. He took a sip of his whiskey and looked at Marcus. “Well El Padrino… what do you think?”

Marcus smirked. “I think… if this works out the way she thinks it will… Megan has more than earned that kutte.” He looked at Bishop. “I’m supposed to have that breakfast meeting with Galindo tomorrow. WIll you meet with her and feel her out?”

Bishop nodded. “Of course, Primo. A few of us can meet with her and any people she has with her.” He looked at Taza. “What time is Megan’s appointment tomorrow morning? I'd like her to be there. It’s her plan. She should get to execute it.”

“Seven. Should be done by nine or nine thirty at the latest,” Taza said.

Riz nodded. “I’ll reach out and see if Adelita has time for us around ten, just to be safe.”

“Good.” Bishop grinned again. “Hopefully we can call Chibs by noon with good news.”

Creeper raised a hand. “I’ve got something to bring to the table.” He looked at Taza. “Fairly sure you can proxy Hank’s vote on this one. No need to pull him away from Princess-sitting.”

Bishop nodded. “Alright, Creep. Let’s hear it. We’ll see if we need to proxy after that.”

Creeper sat up and met all the men’s eyes. “Little Princess just may have saved our collective asses. I know the armorer vote already went through, but we didn’t talk about if she gets a cut. She won’t vote, but… brothers… that girl just proved she’s worthy of something. We said she could go on runs, but if she does - she shouldn’t be doing it for free.”

Gilly frowned. “You mean - we gotta vote on if la princessa gets paid to risk her ass like the rest of us? If she’s on a run, I just assumed she'd get a cut like the rest of us. Hell - even if she’s not on the run. We all get payouts monthly from profits - shouldn’t she?”

Angel frowned. “But those are benefits of membership. Prospects only get payouts for specific jobs. They don’t get the stipend. She’s not a voting member.”

Coco shrugged. “Only because she don’t got a dick. I say she risks just as much as a member, she should get paid like one.”

Riz shook his head at Coco’s phrasing. “Not how I would have said it - but Coco’s got a point.” 

Bishop sat in thought a moment. “Poquito would argue that she’s not a patch and shouldn’t be treated like one…” He nodded to Angel. 

Several of the men started to protest, but shut up when Bishop raised his hand. “I’m just telling you what her argument will be if we try to give her a stipend. She probably won’t take payout from runs either if we leave it up to her.” He looked around the table. The Oakland Mayans were listening, but offered no comments. “I say we vote it now so she can’t argue and we can say it’s her salary for being armorer.”

“Seconded,” Creeper said. 

“Me too,” added Gilly.

“Alright then. We vote. All in favor of Poquito getting run payouts and the stipend monthly?” Bishop asked.

Hands went up around the table. Angel was the last to raise his hand, but he did with a sigh.

Bishop nodded. “We’ll just proxy Hank as a yes, shall we?” he said with a grin.

The men chuckled and nodded.

“Alright then - Poquito will be paid as our armorer.” Bishop nicked on the table. “Thanks Creep. Not something we’d thought of.”

Creeper nodded with a grin.

“Now that the serious shit is over with - Adam said the tribe is throwing their monthly bonfire tonight. I’m taking Megan so she can hear the stories and for the dancing. Anyone else?” Taza asked.

Angel, Coco and Gilly shook their heads. “We’ve got plans for the prospect this evening too,” Angel said.

Marcus and Bishop both laughed. “Nah, brother. We’ll stick here. Let you guys get some downtime.”

The Oakland boys said the same. 

“Riz? Creep?” Taza asked.

Riz grinned. “I’ve got a date with the bartender downstairs. Can’t, man.”

Creeper laughed. “Sure. I’ll come alone. If nothing else, I can dog sit while you take the Little Princess around.”

—----

In the bedroom, Hank was doing his damndest to keep Megan down for a little while longer. She was anxious about Taza presenting the idea to the club and wanted to be out there listening to them discuss it. However, the doc had said for her to lay down for at least another thirty minutes to give the shot time to work. He laid next to her and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Relax, mi reina. The club will be nothing but proud of you for this idea.”

“What if they aren’t though? What if they think it’s stupid or if they think it’s too dangerous or…”

Hank chuckled and kissed her silent. He deepened the kiss when she moaned softly before pulling back just enough to speak. “Mi amore - they won’t. And if they do - you’ll have plenty of time to convince them otherwise.” He kissed her again cradling her face in one of his giant hands.

Megan giggled. “If you’re going to kiss me to shut me up, I may never stop talking.”

He shifted himself to rest his hips between her legs and held his weight on his forearm with a grin. “I do think there are better ways to occupy your mouth than worrying, Princessa.”

“Mmm. Think I may need another example.” She lifted her head to kiss his jaw.

Hank lowered himself so she could feel his weight as well as reach him without moving anything she wasn’t supposed to. He tilted his head for her encouragingly. He knew he’d need a cold shower after this, but couldn’t bring himself to care.

Megan pressed nibbling kisses beneath his jaw to his ear. “This what you had in mind?” She felt the rumble of his laugh through his chest and throat.

“Not quite, but I guess turnabout is fair play…” he whispered, allowing his free hand to wander a bit until he felt her skin as she kept kissing. He shifted to catch her lips with his and felt her fingers in his hair. “Mmm. Good girl.”

Megan laughed and tried to raise her hips only to find his were holding her securely down. Her breath caught on a light moan. She tugged at his shirt with her hand. “Want it off…”

Hank smiled hugely and kissed her again before sitting up on his knees and pulling his shirt over his head by the collar. He bent and placed kisses along her stomach where her shirt had ridden up before laying himself back down against her. “Better, mi reina?”

Megan traced the lines where his arm bulged as he held his weight off of her with her good hand and nodded. She marveled at the strength of him and ducked her head to kiss his tattooed collarbones.

Hank shivered pleasantly at the feel of her lips on his skin. She was feeling brave tonight and he loved it. He used his free hand to slide her shirt higher over her low-rise jeans, feeling the texture of scars against his rough palms. He knew they were there, but didn’t know all their stories yet. 

Megan nibbled across his tattoos, exploring a little. She didn’t want to push him, but she really wanted more. She shifted her torso to reach him better and hissed as suddenly her right side ached.

Hank pulled himself up and away from her. “Princessa?”

Megan whined at the distance. “No…” She tugged at him.

“Uh uh. What hurts?” Hank asked insistently. Hearing her hiss in pain had turned his hormones right off.

Megan growled. “I’m fine! I just moved wrong. You didn’t hurt me.” She reached up to cradle his neck with her good hand. “Come back here.”

Hank frowned and shifted to the side to lay against her good side. “No. What hurt? Talk to me.”

Megan threw her head back in frustration and bit her lip. “I just twisted when I squirmed. I’m fine. We don’t have to stop.”

He shook his head and brushed her hair out of her face before turning her chin to make him look at him. “Baby, no. I won’t let you hurt yourself trying to push your body when it’s not even half healed.” He leaned in to kiss her gently before feathering kisses across her cheekbones. “There’s no hurry, mi amore. I love you. I’m not going anywhere.”

Megan closed her eyes tight and swallowed tears of frustration. “I love you too. It’s just…”

He gently tugged her onto her left side and cradled her against his chest, letting her bury her face in his tattoos. He knew it was sometimes easier for her to talk if she wasn’t looking at him. “Just what, Princessa? Talk to me.”

“I finally found someone that I want this with - for the first time in my life it’s my choice - I can make the choice to take this farther - and now I can’t,” she said quietly.

Hank pressed her closer to him and kissed her hair, rubbing her back soothingly. “I’m sorry, mi princessa,” he whispered. “I hate the implications of that.” He took a deep breath to control his emotions and tilted her chin up so he could meet her eyes again. “WE are always your choice. You know that won’t change, right?”

Megan nodded. “Except now…”

Hank dipped his head to kiss her with a groan. “Except now when I’ll hurt you if we go further.”

“We went further this morning and you didn’t hurt me, Hank.”

He chuckled. “I got carried away this morning. You’re so damn beautiful you fry my brain sometimes. I could have really hurt you if you’d moved wrong. If you’d over-balanced, I could have rebroken your collarbone catching you.”

She looked up at him through her lashes, “ But you didn’t.”

“Because you’ve got damn near perfect balance, but it’s still a major risk, mi amore. One that I can’t justify just because I’m horny.” He rubbed her back some more.

Megan buried her face back in his warm skin muttering, “You aren’t the only one.”

Hank laughed outright. “Let’s see what the doctor says tomorrow, hmm? There are other things to think about before we take this further too.”

Megan looked up at him a little curiously. “What other things?”

Hank’s face heated a bit. “Well for one - I don’t exactly carry protection, mi reina. Hasn’t really been an issue. And I know you aren’t on the pill…”

“Oh…” Megan said quietly and sat up so he couldn’t see her face. “Ummm… that’s… that’s a non-issue,” she said, not looking at him.

Hank sat up and reached for her to find her stiff with tension. “Megan… what’s wrong?”

Megan let her head fall forward so her hair hid her face from him. “Nothing.” She sat on the edge of the bed facing away from him.

Hank moved to sit behind her with her back to his chest and found her quivering. “Megan, Baby, what’s wrong? Why are you shaking?” He braced her against him but didn’t force her to face him. “Did I scare you?”

She shook her head, but kept her face hidden.

“Then what is it, Princessa? Let me help? Please?”

“Protection is a non-issue. I can’t get pregnant,” she said quietly, her voice shaking and coming out very strained.

Hank paused. He wrapped himself around her from behind, cradling and supporting her shaking body. “Something else you didn’t choose?”

Megan swallowed hard and nodded.

Hank pressed kisses to her temple and rocked her gently. “Ok. You don’t have to tell me, mi reina. You can if you want to, but you don’t have to.” He cleared his throat trying to swallow his emotions.

Megan was still tense. “I probably should have told you that sooner,” she said in a monotone. “I’ll understand if it’s a deal breaker. Tío Bishop will probably switch rooms with me if you’d rather…” 

Hank froze before tilting her face to make her look at him. Her eyes were swimming in unshed tears as her lips quivered. He pressed his forehead to hers and made her look him in the eyes. “I love you, Megan. I love you because you are you, not because of some potential future. The fact that you can’t get pregnant doesn’t affect that, mi amore. There are other ways to have children if that’s something we decide we want someday. This changes nothing. Nothing. Do you understand me?”

Megan sobbed and lunged for him, wrapping herself around him as tightly as she could.

Hank held her tightly, pressing kisses to her where he could reach. He rocked her gently in his lap, shushing her and doing his damndest to reassure her with his touch. 

Rex watched this all warily from his corner, but stayed there.

Hank soothed Megan as best he could, easing her to lay tangled with him. Her breathing eased slightly as he whispered to her in Spanish. When she quieted, he shifted to see her face where it was buried in his shoulder only to find her asleep in his arms.

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"Any trouble with the pick up?" Hank asked.

"Nah." EZ handed him the flowers and a small white box.

"Good. Get going before she gets curious," Hank told him with a grin.

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Lost Princessa: Meet the Reaper 22

It's taken me a lot longer than I wanted it to, but here it is. I'm sorry that it's been so long between chapters. Life has been trying to break me lately. It hasn't managed it, but I'm certainly bruised.

Warnings: Cursing, foreshadowing, fluff. Let me know if I missed anything.

As always - don't steal my shit.

Megan woke, hearing a motorcycle pull up, and glanced at the clock. 3:30 a.m. She waited patiently and heard the front door ease open. She slid gently out of bed and padded out into the living room without waking Hank. Rex followed her after huffing softly.

Taza caught sight of her in the moonlight shining through the living room windows. “Hey Sweet Chica. You should be asleep. What’s wrong? NIghtmare?” He shrugged out of his worn kutte and hung it on the hook nearest hers.

“Nah. I’m alright. Just heard your bike and woke up.” She rubbed her eyes with her fist like a child and yawned.

“Sorry, Sweetheart.” He stepped forward and wrapped her in a tight hug. He pressed a kiss to her hair. “C’mon. Let’s get some rest, huh? Going to be a long ass day. We’re going to the table in a few hours…”

“Tío Marcus?” she asked quietly.

“Yeah. He said you knew. That what that discussion in Templo was about?” he asked, cuddling her close to his chest and rocking gently as his muscles relaxed.

“Mmhm,” she yawned again and rested her weight against him. “D’ya get it all worked out?”

Taza chuckled. “Yeah, Chica. It’s all worked out.” He kissed her head again. “Now, I’m going to grab a quick shower and crash for a while. Go on back to bed, Chica, before Hank comes looking for you. I’ll see you in a few hours.”

“Okay, Papa. G’night.” She smiled up at him and squeezed him in one last hug before heading back to her room. “C’mon Rex. Let’s go to bed.”

The dog yawned and followed Megan back into the bedroom.

When she tried to sneak back into bed, Hank chuckled. “C’mere, Princessa.” He opened his arms and kissed her softly as she snuggled back against him.

“Sorry. Was trying not to wake you,” she whispered. 

He took a deep breath, burying his nose in her hair. “I always wake up when you get out of bed. Taza alright?”

“Mmhm. We’ve got Table later today though.” She yawned. “Gonna be a long day.”

He gently stroked the skin exposed where her sleep shirt had ridden up. “Think you can sleep again? You’ll feel better if you do.”

“Gonna try, but I wanna make sticky buns this morning too…”

Hank chuckled. “Alright, mi amore. Rest now. We’ll get up in a few hours.” He gently pressed a kiss to her skin and smiled as he felt her go limp in his arms. Bishop wouldn’t call Templo too early if Taza was just getting home. Megan could sleep a while longer and still have time to spoil them all rotten with her baking. 

A few hours later, Megan stirred in his arms again, waking Hank from his doze. That little wake up squeak betrayed her as she attempted to snuggle back in. He chuckled. “Good morning, mi reina,” he muttered into her skin.

Megan whined a bit.

“Do you still want to get up and make sticky buns?” he asked.

Megan nodded without opening her eyes. The room was chilly this early and she buried her face in the covers. “S’cold.”

Hank held her as close as he could with her buried like that and smiled. “Want one of my hoodies?”

That made her peek at him over her shoulder.

He smiled and pressed as kiss to her shoulder gently before sliding out of bed to retrieve one of his heavy hoodies from the dresser along with a pair of heavy socks for her. He came around to her side of the bed. “Alright, mi princessa, here. Sit up for me and I’ll help you get it on.”

He chuckled as she sat up to let him help her maneuver her sling. Once Megan was warmly dressed, Hank pulled on a henley and they headed for the kitchen. Hank knew she’d need help making things with her sling on. After coffee, Megan realized it too.

“Shit… I can’t do this. I need both hands…” Her face fell and she slumped against the kitchen counter. “Fuck.”

Hank nudged her gently. “Sure you can. You’ve just got to delegate some steps. I’ll help.” He pressed a kiss to her temple. “Just tell me what to do.”

It took a bit longer than it normally would have, but in the end - the sweet breakfast was in the oven alongside a pan of biscuits. Both of them had flour smeared on their clothes as they sipped third cups of coffee. Hank made eggs while Megan fried bacon.

Rex laid under the table, out of the way, doing his best impression of a metronome with his wagging tail. Megan had slipped him some bacon and Hank had added a raw egg to his kibble.

When they were just about finished, there was a knock at the door. Rex bounded up to place himself between Megan and the knocking. He didn’t bark, but he very much alerted to their visitor, and that he didn’t know them.

“I didn’t hear a bike…” Megan said, moving to the drawer closest to the patio door. She opened it and withdrew the .380 Taza kept there.

Hank nodded upon seeing her armed. “I’ll answer it. My backup is in my kutte hanging up.” He moved both pans off the stove and made his way to the front door, keeping one eye on Megan to be sure she was out of the potential line of fire.

The visitor knocked again. Hank got his gun and looked through the side window of the door. He didn’t put it away, which made Megan even more nervous. He held it where he could easily fire on the unknown person and eased the door open, blocking the opening with his wide shoulders. 

Megan moved to the side where she had a clear shot as well. Through the window, she glimpsed a man she didn’t know.

On the other side of the door was a man Megan had never seen before. He was dressed in a casual, but expensive, suit with a printed shirt underneath the jacket. She also clocked the shoulder rig there. The man was two long Dutch braids of dark hair, a trimmed goatee, and yellow sunglasses on.

“Can I help you, or is Galindo sending you as an errand boy now?” Hank asked tensely.

The man huffed frustratedly. “I’m looking for Ms. Morales. Is she here?”

Megan jumped as she felt a hand touch her good elbow. Taza took the gun from her hand gently, before moving in front of her. “And what, exactly, do you need her for Nestor?” he asked.

The man, Nestor, looked around the frame of el pacificador to answer him. “Just here to deliver an invitation for Mrs. Galindo. Mr. Galindo wondered if Ms. Morales would like to join his wife at the spa in town. A friendly invitation. That’s all.” He smirked at Megan where she stood behind her defenders in her leggings and Hank’s hoodie. “A way to encourage… relationships… between the Mayans and his organization. I’m here to drive her.”

Megan snorted indelicately at the blatant once over. When Taza looked her way, she shook her head emphatically. Hank kept his eyes on Nestor. That alone told Megan he didn’t trust the man.

Taza sighed. “Please tell Mr. and Mrs. Galindo that, while Megan appreciated their offer, it is unnecessary.” 

Nestor turned his smirk on Hank. “I’ll pass the message along.” He deliberately looked around the big man again to meet Megan’s gaze over Taza’s shoulder. “I’m Nestor Oceteva, by the way, Mr. Galindo’s head of security. He wanted me to be sure to introduce myself as we may be working… closely… soon.”

Hank growled and his fingers tightened on his gun. “Well you’ve delivered your message now -”

Taza pointedly handed Megan back the pistol. “And any further communication with our Armorer had better be through proper channels.”

Nestor chuckled a bit. “Noted.” He grinned slightly mischievously. “You have a nice day… ma’am.” He turned and sauntered back to the big black SUV still idling in the driveway.

After he drove off, the atmosphere relaxed. Hank shut the door and replaced his spare gun in his kutte before gathering Megan into a hug against his chest. “What the fuck was that all about?” he growled.

Taza shook his head before once again taking the gun from Megan, this time to replace it in its hiding place. “That was Galindo trying to suss out where Megan stands with the club.”

Megan buried her face against Hank and took deep breaths as she tried to relax her muscles. “Why me?”

Hank sighed. “Because he doesn’t know how he can play you, Princessa, and that worries him. You’re a wild card.”

She sighed heavily. “Well, I didn’t like it. I’m not a toy or a kid. He can’t buy me with a fancy spa invitation.”

Hank kissed her temple. “We’ll get it straightened out, mi reina. Any communication with the club is supposed to be through a designated burner phone. If they approach you directly -”

“Call someone. Tío Marcus made that clear when I met Devante. Never talk to them without a patch, right?” Megan said. 

“Right, Chica. They need to talk to you - they put in a request through one of the officers. And NEVER - EVER - let them get you alone,” Taza said.

“Yes, Papa.”

“Good girl. Now - I’m going to go call your Tío Bishop, to let him know what’s going on while I put some clothes on,” Taza said. “We may have company for breakfast.”

It was only then that Megan realized that her father stood there in an old pair of sweatpants and his jewelry which made her giggle. “That’s okay - we’ve got a second pan of sticky buns to go into the oven. Just make the Prospect pick up more bacon and eggs, please.”

Hank chuckled at the bemused look on Taza’s face. “C’mon, Princessa, let’s go finish the first batch so we can get dressed.

A little over an hour later, Taza’s house was full to bursting. Bishop had arrived as predicted with Marcus, Diana, and Tessa in tow. Right behind him came Riz and Creeper, and behind them was Chibs, Tig, and Venus. Angel, EZ, Coco, and Gilly were on their way. THey’d had to stop for more eggs and bacon as Megan had used all that she had.

Plates were made as Megan buzzed around making sure that everyone had what they needed. Hank had dressed quickly while Megan finished with the breakfast with help from Taza. Just as Bishop arrived, he’d managed to drag Megan off to change too. She now wore jeans and a hoodie that fit, but was still barefoot with wet hair. 

“Poquito - if you don’t sit down and eat something to even out the caffeine in your system you might just vibrate apart,” Bishop said gently as he caught her hand as she went past him for the eighth time. “Seriously, Sweetheart, we know how to pour our own coffee. Eat something. Sit down.”

“I’m fine, Tío. Just - it’s the first family breakfast I’ve hosted at home. It needs to be done right.” She put on her Southern Belle smile for him, but it was a little tight.

Bishop tugged her gently down to sit on the arm of Taza’s easy chair where he’d taken up residence. “Poquito, it’s as perfect as you can make it. Let your tía and Venus help a little. You need to eat before we call a Table.”

Megan shot up. “Shit! Table! There’s not enough chairs at the table! Wonder if…” 

Bishop tugged her back down. “Easy now. We don’t need more chairs, Poquito. Easy. We can stand. It’s just an expression. If it was official, we’d be at the clubhouse.”

“But -”

“No. Now sit.” Bishop caught Tessa’s sleeve as she walked past. “Tessa, Sweetie, will you ask Hank to make your prima a plate of breakfast? But tell him no more coffee, please.”

“Sí Tío! I’ll tell him!” the little girl said with a mischievous smile. She scooted off, ignoring Megan’s protests.

“There. See. Your caballero will be here in a minute. And you -” he pointed a stern finger at her, “will sit your ass down and eat something.”

Creeper had noticed the conversation wasn’t going Megan’s way and came to check in. “Everything alright, Prez? Little Princess?”

“Everything’s fine, Creep. Just making our Armorer pause to eat,” Bishop said, never taking his eyes from Megan’s face.

Creeper sighed, frustratedly and gave Megan his own stern look. “Alright. I’ll find her a chair.” He shook his bald head and made his way to the kitchen to find a chair for Megan.

By the time Hank arrived with a plate of breakfast and some juice, Creeper and Bishop had managed to make her sit in the kitchen chair the bald biker had brought. They had placed it next to Bishop so that Megan couldn’t escape and find something else to do.

Hank chuckled as he caught sight of Megan’s frustrated face. “One plate of breakfast for la princessa and a non-caffeinated drink since the tinier princessa says you’re cut off.” He handed her the plate and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Eat, mi amore, and be glad it was your tío that cornered you. Taza was muttering something about duct taping you to a chair.”

Megan relaxed a bit as the men around her chuckled. “I’m not that bad…” she insisted, nibbling a strip of bacon.

“No, Princessa, you aren’t, but you do need to eat something and let us fend for ourselves a bit.” Hank smiled and placed her juice on the small end table between her and Bishop. “We’re grown men. I promise we can pour our own coff-”

Just then there was a roar of engines as the final club members arrived. 

Megan made as if to set her plate aside and stand only to be blocked by Bishop’s arm and Creeper’s gentle hand on her good shoulder.

“They know their way in, Little Princess. And they can carry everything to the kitchen on their own. Promise,” Creeper said. 

“But someone needs to cook the breakfast they brought-”

Venus chuckled from the doorway to the kitchen. “Relax, Sweetheart. Your Tía and I have already got it under control. Eat. We already have.”

“But-”

“No ‘But”. Eat. That’s an order, Armorer,” Bishop said sternly.

Megan sighed and took another bite of breakfast as she watched the door for the rest of the club. 

“And you can stop thinking Coco’s gonna save your ass. Eat. He’ll just make you another plate,” Bishop said with a chuckle as he leaned back in his arm chair. 

Megan stuck her tongue out at her tío but did focus on eating the breakfast Hank had brought. He’d focused on the foods he knew she’d eat best- the sticky buns and bacon. He’d even snuck a banana on the plate because he knew she liked fruit in the morning.

Once she’d finished most of the plate, she looked at Hank pleadingly. He chuckled. “Alright, mi reina. We’ll take it.”

Creeper took her dishes with a smile and headed for the kitchen where the new arrivals were being given breakfast.

Taza leaned in the kitchen doorway, watching Bishop and Hank manage Megan’s anxiety. “Did she finally eat?” he asked.

Hank smiled a bit and nodded. “She did.”

“Good. Chica, stay put. Once the human garbage disposals are done, we’ll meet in here,” Taza said, standing to join them in the kitchen.

Bishop nodded. “Yeah. We’ll handle this Galindo business first. Then, this afternoon, Adelita wants a meeting on the other side to discuss specifics.”

Megan sat up straighter at the mention of the leader of the LO.

The men filtered in to find seats as they finished eating. Marcus took the other easy chair and Chibs took the end of the sofa closest to him. Hank stood at Megan’s back with a steadying hand on her shoulder. When Taza returned, he sat at the other end of the sofa. Tig and the rest of the Mayans arranged themselves around the room - either standing or in kitchen chairs like Megan.

Once everyone was present, Bishop cleared his throat. “Alright. We’re meeting here because we want Galindo to know we’re here to back up what he was told this morning. Taza - fill us in.”

“Early this morning, Galindo sent his head of security here to extend an ‘invitation’ to Megan. Apparently, Mrs. Galindo wanted to invite our Armorer to a spa day,” Taza supplied. “He was met with a firm - and armed - no thank you.”

A few of the men growled. 

“Why the sudden interest in Megan?” Angel asked. “No offense, Shorty, but why risk a very real possibility of offense with a new ally over one girl?”

Hank felt Megan tense and gently rubbed her neck. “To see if she could be manipulated easily. He’s testing her, and in turn us. He wants to see if we blow up one way or the other over her.”

Creeper nodded. “He’s on his back foot. Fishing for leverage. Little Princess joining us makes him think there’s an opportunity there.”

Everyone nodded.

Marcus sighed. “He’s also trying to push MY buttons.” He looked around at the members. “We were going to call an official table later to discuss this, but with this development - we’ve got to do this now.” He looked at Bishop and Taza who both nodded.

Marcus sat forward in his chair with his elbows braced on his knees. “Galindo killed Devante. His loyalty became divided in a way Glaindo couldn’t allow. So - he’s down and advisor. At the casino, while you were securing our position with the LO, I met with Galindo and his wife.” He met the rapt eyes of every man there. “He offered me the job.”

The room exploded into confused mutters. Once most of it was calm, Riz asked the question everyone was wondering about. “How would that work? You can’t be a Mayan AND work for the cartel. It’s part of the patch in. Club over all.”

Marcus nodded seriously. “I know. And I haven’t given him an answer. That’s why he’s trying to get to me through Megan.”

There were nods all around.

Marcus sighed, “I am… tired. My body isn’t what it was. I can still ride, but who knows for how much longer.” He paused. “But - my loyalty is always to this club first.”

At the nods from the members, he continued. “When I can’t ride anymore, I can’t be a Mayan. What happens to my family then? These are things I need to think about as well.”

More head nods.

“So - I asked for advice from the member who has proved to have the coolest head under pressure. She said to speak to others, but that going inactive makes the most sense.”

Creeper sighed. “An inactive member can regain their patch through a simple majority table vote.”

Marcus nodded. “So - I spoke to my chosen advisors. I plan to take the position with Galindo if he can guarantee that my club loyalty won’t be challenged.”

“Can he guarantee that?” Gilly asked quietly.

“If he can’t - I walk. He violates it - I walk. My club comes first. My family comes first,” Marcus said. 

Everyone seemed deep in thought.

Megan smiled at Marcus. “I don’t see a problem as long as Galindo follows the rules, Padrino. It’s not like you’re leaving us for good. More like - you’re temping for another company. But - Galindo has to follow the rules.”

Hank snorted and rubbed Megan’s neck gently. “He demonstrated just this morning that he can’t do that. Contact with a club member has to go through the liaison.”

Riz nodded. “And that’s currently me. I got no ride through calls or contact requests for La Princessa.”

Bishop nodded. “Then - we make our stance clear - to Galindo, the LO, and anyone else curious enough to come sniffin’” He held his hand out to RIz. “Let’s make this call…”

“Wait… what about what El Padrino said? Don’t we gotta vote or somethin’?” Coco asked, fidgeting with his lighter.

“We will - when there’s something to vote on. First, we make our point. If El Padrino decides to pause his patch - then we vote,” Taza noted.

The call with Galindo went about how they thought it would. Galindo played the innocent, stating that his wife is not part of his organization so he didn’t see the harm in a social invitation to the newest member of the Mayan family. He promised to behave himself in the future and make all invitations through the designated liaison.

At the end of the call, he brought Marcus into it. “Marcus, any new progress on what we discussed at the casino?”

Marcus sighed. “I have the parameters designed. We just need to meet to finalize details before a decision can be made.”

“Excellent. I’ll get back to you later today to set up that meeting then.”

“Of course, Mr. Galindo. I look forward to your call.” Marcus hung up the phone.

“He’s a sneaky son-of-a-bitch. I’ll give him that,” Gilly said. “That little conversation could have put you in a spot with us if we didn’t know already.”

Marcus nodded. “I know. That’s why I came clean first.”

The meeting continued long enough to have Megan shifting in her seat. Hank grinned and leaned down to whisper in her ear. “What’s wrong, Princessa?”

She giggled. “My legs are asleep because they don’t touch the floor,” she whispered back.

That made Hank chuckle quietly. “Alright, mi amore.” He held a hand out to help her stand. Once she was up, he took her place in the shirt and guided her down into his lap to relax. They were discussing the heroin shipment that was coming up as they waited for coordinates and a rendezvous time on the designated Los Olvidados burner phone. That phone’s assigned liaison was currently Angel - surprisingly.

Megan had no reason to speak up in this discussion. If Taza and Hank rode - she would as well. If not, she’d stay home. Since she wasn’t needed currently, she snuggled into Hank’s chest and closed her eyes.

Taza caught Hank’s eyes and smiled. He nodded at the resting Megan. 

Hank smiled and petted Megan’s loose hair, planting a kiss on her hairline, before grinning back at her father. 

Just when they started to run out of things to discuss, Angel’s pocket dinged. He pulled out the burner phone that was their direct line to Adelita and smiled at the text message. “Adelita wants to meet this evening at around four in Santa Madre’s open market. They need to pick up supplies, so she and Paulo will be there.”

Bishop nodded as Megan sat up to focus. “Sound alright, Poquito?”

“How many of us?” Megan asked, petting Rex who had made his way over to her in her lull. “Me, Hank, Taza… who else?”

“I’ll be going and Angel is the liaison, so that makes five,” Bishop said. 

Megan nodded her head. “We’ll be in their territory, so I don’t think five is unreasonable,” she mused aloud.

“Six.” Marcus said, and looked to Chibs. “Care to join, Reaper?”

“Aye. I’ll go. Tig and Venus can stay behind. Then I can vouch for the information for the Irish myself,” Chibs said, leaning forward.

Bishop nodded. “Alright then. We’ll call a table when we get back to tie a bow on everything so Chibs can get home in time for the gun delivery.”

“‘Preshiate it,” Chibs said with a nod.

Tig looked antsy as hell, and pulled Chibs aside as soon as the meeting broke up.

Megan settled back against Hank for a moment to breathe until she heard the sink turn on in the kitchen. “Oh no! The dishes!” She bloated upright only to be caught by Hank’s gentle arm.

“Relájate, Princessa. Relax. Let the Prospect clean up. That’s his job,” Bishop said.

“But what if Tía Diana or Venus is doing them?” she asked anxiously.

Marcus chuckled. “Mi Reina?” he called. 

“Sí, mi Rey?” Diana answered, coming to the kitchen doorway.

“Will you reassure nuestra sobrina that the prospect is on clean up? She doesn’t want you or Venus doing it while she rests.” He smiled indulgently at his wife.

Diana laughed and sauntered out to place herself on the arm of Marcus’ chair. “Why would we do it when there’s a perfectly good prospect in there?” She smiled at Megan. “Rest, Sweetheart. You were up early. Even if we were doing them - you were at the table. That excuses you from most chores.”

“Except -” Marcus said.

“Except taking out the trash when your wife has asked you to - three times,” Diana said with a grin at her husband. “Table doesn’t excuse that.”

“Yes, mi reina…” Marcus replied, winking at Megan over his coffee cup.

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Lost Princessa: Meet the Reaper 17

Here you go. Chapter 17. The conversation with Marcus and a lot of fluff.

Warnings: cursing... and I think that's it. Let me know if I missed something please.

Megan pulled out the chair next to Marcus and sat down with him uneasily. “Is everything okay, Padrino?”

“Of course, Bebita. I just had that meeting this morning with Galindo and wanted to talk to you in private about it.” Marcus tapped the ashes off his cigarillo and smiled at her. “Nothing to be nervous about.”

Megan nodded and relaxed a little. “What is it?”

Marcus sat forward and looked at her. “Galindo has… eliminated his man Devante. He apparently became untrustworthy and his removal was part of the deal with the LO. Now Galindo needs a new advisor and he offered the job to me.”

Megan swallowed and nodded. “Alright. What would that mean, Padrino? You can’t be a Mayan AND run the cartel for Galindo. Split loyalties.”

Marcus sighed. “I know. But… Poquito, my body is tired. I don’t know how much longer I can ride. When I can’t ride, I can’t be a Mayan anymore. It’s in the laws. Can’t ride - can’t lead. Can’t ride - can’t vote. What happens to Tessa then? To your tía?”

She swallowed her emotions again. “Yeah.” She looked up at him a little teary eyed. “Is it really that bad, Tío?”

He reached and patted her hand where it was on the table. “No, Poquito. It’s not that bad yet. But it will get there, and sooner rather than later.”

“Do you have to leave completely?” she asked. “Is there a way for you to… I don’t know… step back from the club? Not leave leave, but just step away. Become inactive, I guess.”

Marcus thought. “I could go inactive, I guess. Then all it would take is a table vote for me to regain my patch.”

“Could you do that so that you can take the cartel deal? Maybe on the promise that you won’t be asked to act against the M.C.?”

“I could try. It would mean moving your tía and prima here. I could bank money so that when I can’t ride anymore we’ll have it saved,” Marcus mused. “It would have to come to a table vote though.”

“Everything does, doesn’t it?”

“Everything does, Poquito. It’s what makes us Mayans.”

Megan looked down and played with the zipper pull of her kutte. “It would be nice to have the whole family here…”

“I agree. That’s what makes it such tempting bait, Bebita. I could be here for you. Probably be home for Tessa more. Work regular hours even… But I’d be abandoning my club. The club I built with your tío and papa.” He looked at the stump of his cigarillo. “It’s not an easy answer.”

“No. It’s not, but you aren’t an easy man, Tío Marcus.” Megan thought carefully. “Does Papa know? Or Tío Bishop?”

“No. I wanted your take on it first, Poquito. You have such a gift for logic. I love your tío. He’s my primo and my best friend. Same with your papa. But they’re not ones to think logically when their feelings get involved.” He shrugged. 

“Maybe not, but I think they could help you more than I can, Tío. I’m just a girl.”

Marcus chuckled. “You don’t give yourself enough credit, do you know that?” He sat back in his chair and smiled at her. “Alright. I’ll talk to Bishop and Taza - but not tomorrow. The day after. I won’t ruin the party with their tempers.”

Megan reached to squeeze his hand. “And maybe see about getting that promise about not acting against the M.C. from Galindo.” 

He gave her fingers a squeeze. “Yeah. That too.”

“And Tío?”

“Yes, Bebita?”

“You should probably ask Tía Diana before you agree to anything… just a thought.” Megan stood with a smile. “She should be included in the decision too.”

Marcus chuckled. “Then it’s a good thing she’s bringing Tessa for the party, isn’t it?”

Megan’s eyes lit up. “Really?”

“Really, Poquito. My guys are escorting them down. They’ll be here tomorrow.” He chuckled as he watched Megan get excited. “Now, go get some sleep, Bebita. A birthday party won’t be any fun if you’re too tired.”

Megan dropped a kiss on top of Marcus’ head in parting. “See you tomorrow, Padrino.”

At the ranch, Megan immediately started setting things up for Rex as Taza and Hank unloaded the trunk of her car. She washed his bowls and set them up in the kitchen. Then she took him out to the barn and introduced him to the hoof stock. By the time she came back inside, everything was unloaded. 

“Holy shit…” she said looking at the sea of shopping bags. “Where do we start?”

Hank chuckled. “Well… you start by putting your new book where you want them, Princessa. I’ll start with the clothes.” 

Taza joined them with their luggage. “I guess that leaves me with laundry duty.”

Megan giggled a little. “Alright.” She went to the many bags from the bookstore that Hank had put in her reading corner and started pulling things out.

It took nearly an hour to get everything unbagged and put away from the shopping spree. There were still things to be hung up, or things that needed to find a place, but Taza declared that a task for the next day.

Hank chuckled as he came out of the walk-in closet. “You officially have a wardrobe, mi princessa.”

Megan laughed. “I guess I do, huh?”

Taza kissed her head and smiled. “I ordered those dog doors before we left the casino, Chica. They got here earlier today. The prospect will come put them in early tomorrow.”

“Isn’t he supposed to be at the clubhouse cleaning for the party?” Megan asked.

Hank laughed a little. “Vickie’s girls will have that place clean in no time. He’s better used as muscle for you, mi amore.”

Taza nodded. “I got one for the back door and one for the front. I also made a vet appointment for tomorrow morning so we can get him chipped.” 

Megan smiled. “Okay, Papa.”

“Good girl. Now - what do you want for dinner, hmm?”

Megan thought carefully. “Is there somewhere that delivers pasta? If not - I can just make something.”

Taza laughed. “Italian it is…”

Dinner came and they ate it in front of the t.v. Taza turned on an action flick with plenty of comedy and they spent the evening just relaxing in front of the television. Taza sat in his arm chair while Hank took the corner of the couch with Megan curled against his side and Rex laying on the floor in front of them.

Surprisingly, Megan was awake at the end of the movie. “Papa?” she asked quietly.

“Yeah, Chica?” Taza smiled to see her looking so perfectly content in her spot cradled against Hank’s chest.

“Rex needs a dog bed…”

Taza chuckled. “Yeah. He does. We’ll go to the pet store tomorrow too. We need dog food anyway.”

Megan grinned. “Okay.” She snuggled down closer to Hank, who chuckled.

“Just like that? You’re content to go shopping?” Hank asked, looking down at her bemusedly.

Megan blinked up at him. “Well - yeah. Rex needs things.”

Taza laughed too. “So if Rex needed you to have a bigger car… you’d let up buy it?”

Megan giggled. “No, Papa. Rex fits in the Mustang just fine.”

“I’m just saying…”

Megan giggled again as Hank laughed.

The next morning, Hank smiled when he woke up before Megan. She had slept through the night with only a few whimpers. No night terrors. He was curled against her back and could hear her even breathing. He chuckled as he realized what woke him.

Their bedroom door has a lever handle on it. Apparently, Rex decided to let himself out of the bedroom this morning, because it was the slight squeak of the hinges that woke him. 

He slid out of bed without waking her to go let the dog out. Since they were home, he simply opened the back door for Rex and stood on the deck watching him. When he was done, he came bounding back inside. Hank went to the kitchen and poured dog food in the new bowl Megan had put out the night before. He checked to see that the water bowl was still full. Then he rubbed the dog’s ears. “Alright, boy, I’m going back in to lay with Megan. Be good.”

A giggle came from the kitchen doorway. “Are you ever gonna let him wake me up in the morning?” Megan asked. 

Rex bounded forward for her to rub his ears. 

“Well, you were just sleeping so beautifully…” Hank smiled and came forward to claim a kiss. “I’d have made you coffee, but I still haven’t quite got the hang of that percolator.” 

Megan kissed him as she giggled. “Alright. I’ll make coffee. I slept too late to make sticky buns- you guys will have to settle for monkey bread.”

“What the fuck is monkey bread?” Hank asked as he followed her into the kitchen proper. 

An hour or so later he got his answer as she pulled a pan out of the oven along with a pan of biscuits. This time she allowed Hank to make the eggs and bacon too.

Taza came in to find them laughing and dancing to the radio with Rex doing his damndest to get between them and get attention. “Well, good morning.”

“Morning Papa! Breakfast is ready,” Megan said with a giggle as Hank spun her one more time.

Taza smiled at the pure happiness on his daughter’s face. “Wonderful, Chica. How’s your arm?”

Megan smiled and turned to lean back against Hank’s chest. “Much better. The pain is so much more manageable now without the cast.”

“Good. That’s what I like to hear. Let me set the table and we’ll eat.” Taza smiled.

They sat down for breakfast happily. Megan introduced them to monkey bread. It was almost like donut holes. Balls of dough rolled in brown sugar and cinnamon, then packed into a pan and baked so that when they come out, you pull it apart to eat. The result was nearly as well received as her sticky buns.

After breakfast, Taza cleaned up and Hank and Megan went to get ready for the day.

Hank dressed quickly in his good jeans and a black wife beater. “Alright, mi reina. Turnabout is fair play. What do you want me to wear for the party?”

Megan blinked at him, confused. “Clothes?”

He chuckled. “Alright. You’re always wanting me to pick out your clothes. Here’s the deal. If you want my opinion on what you wear, you have to pick mine out too.”

Megan laughed. “But why? You know what you want to wear.”

Hank stepped up to stand between her knees where she sat on the bed. He cupped her face in his big hands and kissed her gently. “Because neither of us should have more control than the other, mi amore. We’re partners.” 

Megan smiled a little. “So - if I tell you that when you pull your henley sleeves up and show your forearms, I just wanna pounce you…”

Hank chuckled. “Henley it is.” He kissed her deeply as she giggled. When he finally released her to pull on a dark green henley, she bit her lip and smiled.”

“Alright, mi reina. What about you? We’ll probably only stop here to drop off the haul for Rex before we head to the clubhouse.” He grinned.

“So now, I’m curious. What outfit would you choose for me tonight?” She stood and went to the closet and opened the doors before she turned around to face him.

“You gonna let me show you off?” he asked coming forward to pull her close to him by her hips and sway a little.

She smiled a little shyly up at him. “Uh huh.” She bit her lip as he lowered his head to kiss her.

“Alright.” He grinned and stepped into the closet. He came out with something she didn’t expect. A pair of faux leather leggings and a dark green long sleeved tunic that would just barely cover her ass. The tunic had a v-neck, but nothing crazy. “And your new boots.”

Megan smiled. “Not a dress?” The outfit looked comfortable as hell to her. 

“Not tonight, mi princessa. It’s your party. That means it’ll go late and it’s chilly after dark. I don’t want you cold. This will keep you warm while still showing you off.” He laid it on the bed. “Plus it’ll still look nice with you kutte and the leather jacket your papa got you.” He pressed a kiss to her nose.

Megan giggled and nodded. “Okay.”

Hank helped her get dressed. She already had her necklace from Taza on, so after she was dressed , he sat her down at her dressing table. “Here, mi amore. Let me help with your jewelry before we get Taza to do your hair.”

“Okay.” She kissed his knuckles as he rested his hand on her good shoulder.

“Close your eyes for me.”

Megan smiled and shook her head, but closed her eyes as he asked.

Hank fastened her crown marker around her neck before slipping the bracelet Gilly had bought her on to her left wrist. He put her two new charms on her charm bracelet. He put that on for her too. Then he pulled the new earrings from his kutte pocket and slipped those in her earlobes. “Alright. Open.”

Megan feathered her eyes open and smiled at him through the mirror. Then she noticed her earrings. “Where?... Those aren’t mine…”

Hank smiled and pressed a kiss to her hair. “I didn’t buy them for anyone else, mi reina. Your little friends helped me pick them out at the bonfire.” He kissed her temple. “Do you like them?”

Megan reached to touch them with her good hand in wonder. “They’re beautiful. Thank you.” She noticed the shine from her charm bracelet. “My rocker charm… but where?” She looked up at him with a little giggle. “A new charm too?”

“Couldn’t let your first night with the tribe go unmarked, could we?” He caught her good hand and kissed the inside of her wrist.

“I guess you’re right.” She smiled and leaned back against him. “What about my hair?”

“Warrior braids, Princessa. Gotta show off that patch.” He shrugged into his own holster before helping Megan into hers. She settled into it a lot more quickly today, proving the pain wasn’t as bad.

“What about my knife? No belt with these.” Megan pointed out.

“Nope.” Hank smiled and moved the sheath to the waist strap on her thigh bag. “Coco found the perfect princessa accessory.” He helped her fasten the bag on her left leg, then slipped her wallet and phone into the outside pocket.

Taza knocked on the door. 

“Come in!” Megan called.

Her father slipped inside followed by Rex. “Need your hair braided, Chica?” 

Megan smiled up at Hank before turning to her dad. “Yes, please Papa. Can I have my warrior braids? Gotta show off my patch.”

Taza grinned. “Good girl. Want your feathers?”

“Yes please.”

Taza quickly braided Megan’s hair into her warrior braids and fastened them with her braid weights. Then he noticed her new earrings. “New earrings?”

“Hank got them for me. Look, they match my necklace from you and my bracelet from Gilly!” Megan said, showing him. “He got me a charm for the bonfire night too. Look!” SHe turned to show Taza her charm bracelet.

Taza examined her bracelet with a grin. “Very pretty, Chica. Matches your hair feathers too.” He squeezed her hand gently. “Are you ready to get Rex to the vet?”

“Yep. Just need to put on my kutte and boots and grab my jacket.”

“Alright. Meet you at the car in ten.”

Around eleven o’clock, they came back to the ranch. Rex had been wary at the vet, but he was very good as long as Megan was touching him. They’d taken care of his shots and had him microchipped as well. The vet was actually very helpful when she saw how Rex responded to Megan and suggested that they see if he could be certified as a service animal for Megan’s anxiety and PTSD. She’d given Taza a bunch of papers for contacting the local group who did certification in the area. If Rex was a service dog, Megan could take him anywhere with her.

Then they’d gone to the pet store where Megan had a blast letting Rex choose some toys for the ranch. She also found a nice leather harness to replace the nylon one he’d been using, treats, and several dog beds. There was one for the living room, one for the bedroom, and one for the clubhouse. 

Taza put in a standard food order to be delivered to the ranch every two weeks just like his horse feed. He also bought two dog food bins - one for the house and one for the clubhouse.

Rex already had his collar, but Hank found an extra one with larger spikes on it for when they went on runs. It was inevitable that if Megan went - so would Rex. Whoever was driving the van would just need to get used to having a co-pilot.

They unloaded everything and Megan immediately started setting things up where she could. While they had been gone, EZ had come by and put in the dog doors Megan had asked for. They were chip activated so that they stayed closed for anyone but Rex. Megan hung the microchip on his collar happily. 

Hank set up the dog food bin for her in the kitchen near Rex’s bowls while Taza brought in two of the dog beds and placed them. Finally - everything was set up for their new furry family member.

Hank chuckled as his phone rang. It was Mama’s ringtone. “Princessa, Mama is calling…” He answered it as Megan came into the kitchen to meet him. “Hola, Mama.”

“Hola, mijo. Are you back in town?” Mama asked.

“Si. We’re back. Just had some errands to run today for la princessa’s new furry friend. Do you need something?” Hank asked, turning the phone to speaker and wrapping an arm around Megan.

“No. Just checking in. Neron said you’d most likely be back today.”

Megan looked puzzled, but just looked up at Hank.

“Yeah. Creep was right. We got back last night. They’re throwing Megan’s birthday party tonight at the clubhouse. Can I send the prospect to pick you up?” Hank winked at Megan.

Mama laughed at the other end of the phone. “No, mijo. I won’t cramp your style at the party, but if you have time beforehand would you bring mi nuera by? I have something for her.”

“Of course, Mama. How about we bring you lunch on the away to the clubhouse? We just finished up here at the ranch, but we haven’t eaten. We can bring Rex by to meet you too.” Hank said, cuddling Megan close and kissing her hair. “Megan was given a dog for her birthday and he goes everywhere she goes now.”

“Oh, perfect. I haven’t eaten either. So I’ll see you in about thirty minutes?” Mama asked.

“See you then. Te amo, Mama.” 

“Te amo!”

They hung up and Megan smiled up at him, resting her chin on his chest. “Mama refuses to use the club names, doesn’t she?”

Hank chuckled. “Yes, she does. And wait until she gets mad at me. She won’t even call me Hank. It’ll be ‘Henry’.”

Megan laughed. “I always knew I was in trouble if they pulled out my middle name.”

“If she ever gets THAT far - I need to be ducking for cover because she’s ready to murder me,” Hank said kissing Megan’s nose.

Megan scrunched her nose adorably. “So, Creeper is Neron. Papa is Che… it Tío Bishop, Obispo?”

Hank nodded. “Mmhmm. And Coco is Johnny. Riz is Michael.”

“Angel is his real name - right?” Megan asked.

Hank laughed. “Unfortunately. She called EZ, Ezekiel and Gilly…” 

Megan smiled. “What is Gilly’s name?” She snuggled into Hank’s chest some more.

“Gilberto.”

“Ooooph. No wonder he goes by Gilly,” Megan said smiling. “I bet that was a bitch to learn to spell in kindergarten.”

“You should ask him about high school sometime,” Hank said with a grin. “C’mon. Let’s go get burritos and go eat with Mama, hmm?”

“Alright.” Megan reluctantly detangled from him.

They took their leave of Taza who promised to meet them at the clubhouse in a few hours and headed off to see Mama Loza. 

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Lost Princessa: Meet the Reaper 9

So... this one is shorter than the others, but I really struggled with it. This chapter is HEAVY. Please read the warnings.

Warnings: cursing, discussion of human trafficking, discussion of forced prostitution, violence, guns. Will not make sense if you haven't read the first story. Be responsible for your own media consumption and don't steal my shit.

Hank drove them a little way outside Oakland. He had packed a bag in secret before they left Santo Padre and he was so glad that he did after finding out it was her birthday. 

Megan started sniffing the air curiously. “Do I smell the ocean?”

Hank grinned. “Probably.”

Megan sat up straighter in her seat. “Are we going to the beach?” Rex had his head hanging over the door in the back seat enjoying the breeze as well.

“In a way.” Hank laughed as Megan’s eyes lit up. “It’s not like the beach I took you to last time, Princessa, but Mama and I thought you’d enjoy some time by the ocean on your birthday.” He pointed to the sign as they passed for the public beach at Point Emery.

They spent the rest of the morning either sitting on the beach blanket he’d packed on the rocky part of the beach, or playing with Rex in the sandy grass. Hank saw Megan relax completely as the morning went on. She smiled and wrestled sticks from Rex just to throw them again. She snuck kisses and was the playful girl he’d seen on their last beach date again even if it was just for a few hours. Lunch was simple sandwiches from the cooler that Diana had packed for him that morning.

Before they left, Hank carefully picked her a bouquet of the late fall wildflowers from the field above the beach. He gave them to her as he helped her to load Rex into the backseat. Before he helped her into the passenger side, he pulled her as close as he could with her sling between them and kissed her senseless. “Happy birthday, mi reina.”

“Thank you, Hank. I loved this,” Megan said as she smiled up at him.

“You’re welcome, Princessa. Ready to go see Tessa?” He smiled and reached for her good hand to hold as they hit the highway.

On the way home, Taza called Megan to tell her that they should just meet them at the lodge. Apparently, Chibs wanted them there a little early so that he could talk to Hank about something and so that they could choose seats at the table Megan could see. So instead of turning towards Oakland - Hank continued down the highway towards San Joaquin County and Charming.

When they reached the lodge, the Mayans had already arrived. Diana’s Escalade sat by the door, so Hank parked next to it. “Ready, mi reina?”

Megan took a deep breath and adjusted her borrowed flannel. “I… think so.” She swallowed hard.

Hank reached to guide her chin so she’d look at him. “You are la princessa de los Mayas. Goddaughter to El Padrino de los Mayas and el presidente of the Santo Padre Chapter. Your papa is vicepresidente. And your ol’ man is el pacificador.” He raised her hand to his lips to kiss her ring. “Straighten that crown, Princessa. They will respect you - or face the consequences.”

A small smile spread across her face as she nodded, but Hank could see her chin raise and her eyes harden just a smidge.

“Good girl. Let’s go see what the Reaper wants from us so we can get on with your birthday.”

He came around to open her car door and smiled as she stood up straight. He leaned her seat up to let Rex join them and the big dog immediately came to heel. Hank out himself on her injured side so the dog could stay to her left and wrapped his arm around her waist as they headed inside.

The two clubs were mingling in the lobby of the lodge, drinking beers and generally just passing the time. Taza excused himself from his conversation with a Reaper Megan didn’t know to greet them. “How was the beach, Chica? Did you bring home a million more sea shells?”

Megan giggled and stepped forward to hug him. “It was pretty rocks this time, Papa.”

Hank chuckled, “And she didn’t overfill my pockets this time either.”

“Oh- of course.” Taza laughed and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Come greet the others. Your padrinos want you to meet the Reapers from Samdino. They’re the closest charter to us.”

Megna fell back to Hank’s side as they walked and he squeezed her waist in encouragement. She spent the next few minutes meeting all sorts of men from the different clubs. She kept her Southern Belle smile on and her company manners. Most of the men were automatically respectful - if a little confused by her presence - because Hank made his claim very clear on her by his presence alone. Eventually they made their way around to where Chibs and Tig leaned against the bar.

“Well if it isn’t the birthday girl!” Tig exclaimed. “Happy birthday, Little Bit.”

Megan laughed. “Thank you.”

Chibs smiled gently. “Alrigh’ there lass? Need a drink?”

“Sure. Just water please, though.” Megan leaned into Hank’s side as Tig greeted Rex with an ear rub.

The Scots eyebrows raise, but called for the prospect behind the bar to get Megan a bottle of water. “Sure ya’ don’ wan’ something stronger?”

“No thank you, sir. Just water.”

Chibs opened the bottle for her and handed it to her with a grin. 

Tig sipped his beer. “So where’d Tranq take whisk you off to for your birthday? We noticed your crew rolled up minus the car.”

Megan looked up at Hank with a smile. “He took me to the beach so that Rex could run and I could decompress a bit.”

“Good choice, brother,” Chibs said, saluting him with his whiskey glass. “But tell me you’re gonna take the beautiful lass out tonight -”

Hank grinned. “That’s the plan if you assholes don’t screw it up with this meeting.”

The other men chuckled. “Speaking of the meeting-” Tig said. “Little Bit, Marcus mentioned you had trouble when you can’t see your dad or ol’ man, so we’re using a room with glass doors and we’ll put SanPad by the doors.” He turned his eyes to Hank. “Feel like helping Hap with the doors? Usual drill - everyone will disarm at the door.”

Hank nodded and pressed a kiss to Megan’s temple. “No problem. Coco will be staying with la princessa.”

Chibs nodded. “I think Alvarez brought guards for his girls too. I assume they’re here to keep the lass company.”

Hank gave another nod. “They are. Diana and Tessa will stay back with her with their own guards.”

“Good. We had the prospects set up an area where they’ll be comfortable.” Tig looked to Megan. “Anything you need, they’ll get it or lose their kuttes.”

“Thank you. Both of you. I know this isn’t standard practice for y’all,” Megan said quietly.

Chibs shrugged it off. “Ah - I hope someone’d do the same for my Kerrianne if she needed it. It’s no bother, lass.”

They were interrupted by the rumble of another group of bikes. “Ah- that’ll be the last of them…” Tig said. “‘Scuse us.”

Megan and Hank made their way back to Taza, Bishop, and Coco. Megan hugged Coco tightly.

“What’s that for, Ma?” he asked embarrassed.

Megan smiled up at him. “You remembered.”

Coco fidgeted and shrugged. “Course I did.”

“Thank you.”

Hank patted Coco’s shoulder in thanks as well before guiding Megan to lean her back against his chest as the lodge doors opened and the last club any of them expected stepped through the doors.

The Vatos Malditos had come to Charming.

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Taza stiffened and stepped in front of Megan automatically causing Bishop to place a restraining hand on his brother’s arm. “Easy Taza. They got no reason to notice her unless you give it to them,” he muttered.

Taza nodded stiffly. “Doesn’t mean I like it.”

Megan placed her good hand against the patch on her father’s back. “Papa?”

Taza reluctantly took his eyes off his old club to look down into Megan’s worried face. “Sorry, Chica. Didn’t mean to frighten you.” He kissed her hair softly, still keeping his body between her and the new arrivals. “You’re okay. Just - don’t go anywhere near them, okay?”

Megan nodded uncertainly and returned to her place leaning against Hank. “Okay.”

“Good girl, Poquito. C’mon. Let’s get to the table. Looks like they're ready.” Bishop led the way, claiming the seats nearest the door for himself and Taza.

Hank walked Megan to the area of couches that had obviously been set up for her and Diana. Diana was already there with Tessa, who was playing a hand held game with her headphones on.

“Alright, mi reina. I’ve got to go in. I’ll be within sight at all times. Stay with Coco. No matter what.” He pulled her close for a moment and kissed her deeply. “Be back as soon as I can.”

Megan nodded uncertainly again.

Hank waited for Coco to look at him. “Protégela con tu vida, hermano. She doesn’t leave your sight. Entiédime?”

Coco put a hand on Megan’s shoulder gently. “Alto y claro.”

Hank cupped Megan’s face in his massive hands and kissed her one more time before going to help Happy man the door.

Every man disarmed as they entered. Guns went in one box. Cell phones in another. After everyone was inside, Hank started to reach for his own weapon to disarm when Happy stopped him with a shake of his head. Hank nodded and kept his cell phone as well when Happy shut and locked both boxes. What did Happy know that he didn’t?

Once inside, they closed the doors and took up positions in front of them. All Hank had to do was turn his head and he could see Megan. With that comfort, he turned his mind to the meeting.

“Well - now that everyone’s present and accounted for, let’s get down to business.” Chibs said standing up. “Earlier this week, Samcro received word from our True IRA contacts that port authority is shutting down our port. It’s time to make the promised hand off of the gun trade.” There were nods all around. “Our Mayan brothers- we’ll get one more shipment in, but that’s it. In order to keep the IRA backers - we need a new port and quickly.”

Bishop raised his hand casually. “Are you wanting to bring them south? We don’t have a port on our side of the border.”

At Chib’s nod, Bishop sat up a little straighter. “Aye. You don’t…”

“But we do.” Everyone turned to look at the Vatos. Their leader was older, close in age to Taza, with a long braided ponytail. Palo was well known as a cruel bastard, and his eyes hadn’t left Taza since they all sat down.

“Right. So here’s our proposal - IRA hands off to the VM in TJ. They store and assemble them. Santo Padre Mayans transport. Vatos get 20%. Samcro is supposed to get 5% for the first two years, but we’re willing to negotiate that since it’s taken so much longer for the hand off than we planned…”

Taz leaned over to whisper furiously to Bishop. Bishop sat forward in response. “Your plan sounds fair. We’ve got no issue with Samcro getting their cut. Santo Padre’s issues lies in bad blood with the VM. We don’t like their methods.”

Palo laughed. “Our methods? You partner with the cartel and you ‘don’t agree with our methods’? Ha.”

Taza spoke through gritted teeth. “Galindo doesn’t traffic humans like cattle.”

Chibs frowned and sat up. “What do you mean, brother?”

“VM are coyotes. Illegal transport across the border. The problem is - once they bring them across they demand more money. When the poor fuckers can’t afford it - they take their women instead and sell them off to the highest bidder.” Taza glared at Palo. “We want no part of that.”

Palo shrugged. “Not your women. Why do you care?”

This time it was Bishop who gritted his teeth. “Because we don’t hurt women or innocents. You do both.”

Palo chuckled and sat back indulgently in his chair. “You mean like that little piece outside? Yeah. I clocked her when we came in. You are aware she’s damaged goods, right my friend?” he asked, looking at Hank with a smirk. “Damaged since birth if she’s anything like her mother.” He turned that evil smile on Taza. “That is Gabby’s kid, right? She’s grown since I saw her last.”

Every Mayan present stiffened and you could practically hear Hank’s joints creak with tension as Happy put a restraining hand on his arm.

Taza shot to his feet. “Leave my daughter out of this!”

Palo sniggered. “Your daughter? Are you sure? Gabby was fucking my brother too. Could be my niece.”

Taza started across the table but was caught by Bishop and Marcus who were both fuming as well. “You bastard!”

“Either way, she’s bought and paid for. And now I know where to pick up my merchandise.” Palo sat back with a grin running a finger across his lips.

Everyone froze as a gun barrel appeared pressed to the back of Palo’s head. They all beard it cock as the hammer was drawn back. Palo’s men started to rise, but sat again when Chibs spoke. “I suggest, you get to explaining yerself. He doesn’t have a lot of patience. And you lot better be still or you’ll make him jumpy.”

Happy held the gun steady, It was only then that Hank realized the man had moved.

Palo raised pacifying hands as his club shifted restlessly but didn’t move. “I bought her weeks ago. Her brother and I were business associates.” He looked to Taza. “Looks like her mother, doesn’t she?”

Taza growled and reached for his knife on his belt. “You! You were the buyer!”

“Woah now - for those of us that aren’t half crazy Mexicans - anyone want to explain?” Tig asked, though his blue eyes were cold and hard as he watched Palo and his men.

Marcus stepped forward with a low growl. “When that cop kidnapped Megan. He was taking her to another buyer. We thought it was someone in Tennessee. We killed him before he go to too far.”

Tig looked at Palo. “You sick fuck. You thought - what?- You’d just buy yourself a girl?”

Palo shrugged. “It worked when I bought her mother.”

Taza drew his knife with a hiss.

Chibs held up a steadying hand. “Easy, Taza. Let’s get the whole story - then you can kill him.” He looked to Happy. “He tried anything…” 

Happy chewed his toothpick. “I scatter gray matter.”

Chibs gestured to the two officers who wore VM patches. “Someone hold onto this lot.” Plenty of hands jerked them out of their chairs to restrain them. “Now -” He looked back to Palo. “No more games.”

Palo looked completely unruffled despite the gun to his head. “I bought her mother years ago. After I was tired of her, I gave her her freedom as long as she fucked my brother, David. Guess she was fucking his… best friend… too.” He glanced at Taza with a smirk. “She disappeared one day. A few weeks later David died -”

“You KILLED David!” Taza yelled. “You killed him. Slit his throat and held him while he bled out! Your own baby brother!”

Palo shrugged. “I don’t like traitors.”

“We just wanted OUT you bastard! You knew we just wanted out…” Taza screamed.

The VM leader shrugged again. “I found Gabby a few years later on a… business trip… when I was delivering cargo to Tennessee. She had a kid. Tiny little thing with big brown eyes. So I introduced Gabby to a friend who catered to her drug of choice. Once the kid hit the system, I kept track of her.” He grinned maliciously at Taza. “You should have seen her before she was legal. Always was a pretty thing. I debated on taking her then. Either way, I knew when she was sold the first time. Brandon was a business associate. He sold her often… long before he sold her to her husband. So when her husband… died - made him an offer. Paid a lot of good money for the little bitch too. Thought he just ran out on me. Guess I can take the price off his head now.”

Now a second gun was against Palo’s head. Hank’s. And no one was going to stop him either.

Chibs gave a dramatic sigh and tilted his head back. “Fuuuccck…” He sat back in his chair before he looked to Marcus, Bishop, and Taza. “Fuck. Alright. I wan’ it known - we had no idea. We knew about the smuggling across the border - but we had no idea about the girls.”

Marcus and Bishop nodded, stone faced. “We know you’d never have brought him to the table had you known,” Marcus said.

Palo spoke with a chuckle. “And there’s nothing you can do about it. Kill me - at a peaceful sit down - and you start a war. No one will trust either of your clubs to do business again. Your gun deal, your drugs - all of it will dry up in a heartbeat. I’m going to walk out of here - and you’ll never know when I’m coming for my merchandise.”

Hank cocked the hammer on his gun. “Nah. That’s where you’re wrong. You ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

“You can’t do anything about it. She’s mine and I’ll take her.”

Happy looked to Chibs quickly. Chibs nodded. “That’s where you’re wrong, Fucker.” He nodded to Happy again and a shot rang out.

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Lost Princessa: Meet the Reaper 21

I am SO sorry for the wait guys. It's been a tough month. I'm currently on a heart monitor for my issues. I'm writing as much as I can, but it's hard when you can't think well. I will do my best to get things out in a timely manner, but I have to beg for your patience.

I also need to ask for you to be gentle with this chapter. I went WAY out of my comfort zone. A little something to reward your patience. Minors DNI.

Warnings: Fluff, 18+ content. Let me know if I missed anything.

Once the food got there, Taza got Megan to swap back to her cowboy boots with a chuckle so that the others could come in to eat. Megan’s quince dress was moved back to Mama’s car so that the reveal wouldn’t happen unintentionally, and Diana called the men inside.

Coco, Hank, Angel and Gilly came in from working in the yard.

Megan smiled as Hank came inside with a huge grin. “Having fun, Princessa?” He leaned down to kiss her softly where she sat on a bar stool.

“Mmhmm. We had another dancing lesson and my dress fit just fine.” She smiled up at him. “It’s pretty.”

“I have no doubt it’s beautiful, mi amore.” He pressed another kiss to her lips. “I’ll go make you a plate. You wait right here.”

“‘Kay.”

He slipped off to make her a plate where it was spread out at the other end of the bar.

While Megan was waiting, Coco approached her. “Hey. Ma?”

“Yeah Coco? Need something?”

“Is this a good time for Gilly to grovel? If not, he can take his fucking plate to the yard to eat. Just say the word.” Coco slouched down onto a stool next to her, keeping his eyes on her face as he lit a fresh smoke.

Megan glanced around to see Angel watching Coco for some kind of signal. He had Gilly blocked from fully joining the family for lunch. She sighed. “Coco - he’s fine. He’s not the first drunk to hit on me and won’t be the last. Give him a break, okay?”

Coco shook his head. “Naw, Ma. I saw your face last night. He’s not getting off that easy. What he did was almost as bad as Angel scaring the shit out of you.” He took a deep draw on his cigarette. “Only reason he’s not in the ring already is ‘cuz you didn’t cry or panic. No means no.”

She sighed. “You aren’t going to let this go, are you?”

Hank rejoined them and sat a plate on the bar beside her before running a soothing hand down her spine and feeling the tension there. He gently guided her face to look at him. “Mi reina, you’re tense as hell. Is it because you’re uncomfortable with him apologizing or are you uncomfortable with him being this close? Either way - we can take care of it. Just say the word.”

Megan swallowed a little. She closed her eyes and thought as Hank’s hand continued to soothe her. Gilly had been pushy as hell the night before. He’d tried to get her to drink even knowing how she felt about it. He’d invaded her space until Rex had been between them. But - he hadn’t been mean. He hadn’t hurt her, and he’d backed off when he was called on his bullshit. “He did scare me last night - but he didn’t mean to and he backed off once he really saw me uncomfortable,” she explained out loud leaning into Hank’s body. “Gilly wouldn’t hurt me - so him being here doesn’t bother me...”

Hank nodded. “But him having to do penance does, doesn’t it?” he asked gently.

Megan nodded. “It was a private mistake. A public apology makes it worse.”

Coco sighed, “Ma - he’s got to apologize. The public apology is to make the lesson stick - like the beating your tíos gave Angel…”

That made her frown. “He’s not a child, Coco, to be taught a lesson about being naughty. He’s a grown ass man who should be left some dignity.”

Angel left Gilly to stand by the door and came over to join them. “So - what’s the verdict? Are we beating his ass or what?”

Megan growled. “No one’s ass is getting beat!” She stomped her foot frustratedly. “Just let him come talk to me now that he’s sober and we’ll forget it ever happened!”

Hank lifted her good hand a pressed a kiss to her knuckles and then her lips. “Alright, mi princessa. Whatever you want.” He met her eyes. “But I won’t be forgetting it anytime soon. And he and I will talk - privately - after lunch. Alright?”

“Is that the best offer I’m gonna get?” she asked quietly.

Hank nodded.

“Fine -” she agreed with a sigh.

Angel waved Gilly over and then wandered off to find his own food. Coco remained nearby as well as Hank, simply because he hated the idea of his best friend hurting Megan.

Gilly made his way cautiously to the bar where Megan sat. He stopped well out of reach of her and tucked his hands into the pockets of his kutte as his shoulders drooped. “Megan - I’m sorry about last night. I shouldn’t have let myself get that plastered around you before I had my feelings under better control.” He dropped his head. “I hate that I scared you.”

Megan hopped off the bar stool and stepped close to Gilly. “Hey - I’m alright. I’m not scared of you, Gilly. You backed off when you realized you were being an ass and you can’t make me believe that you would have hurt me or forced me to do anything even with you being drunk.” She reached out and gently touched his elbow. “Just… maybe lay off the booze for a bit, huh?”

He nodded emphatically. “Of course.” He finally met Megan’s eyes. “I really am sorry.”

“I know you are. As far as I’m concerned - all is forgiven.” She smiled.

Gilly snorted. “Hank’s gonna beat my ass, isn’t he?”

Megan rolled her eyes. “He assures me that you will be having a private conversation after lunch…”

Gilly just chuckled. “No more than I deserve, Princessa.”

Hank nodded meaningfully. “We’ve got that load of copper to deliver this afternoon. You’re with me.”

Megan sighed and looked at Hank dolefully.

“A conversation only, mi amore. Promise.” He smiled. “Come eat. Your food’s getting cold. Gilly needs to go make his own plate.”

Megan gently squeezed Gilly’s arm in encouragement before she made her way back to her stool next to her caballero.

Diana had ordered from a nearby barbeque joint for everyone and Megan’s plate had a large assortment of food on it. Her eyes widened comically as she saw the sheer amount of food Hank had gotten her. Hank grinned. “It’s not all yours, mi princessa. I figured we could share a plate since you haven’t tried this place yet.”

Megan’s shoulder relaxed. “Oh. Good.” She slid back onto her stool and leaned into his steady presence.

After lunch, the padrinos, Taza and Chibs all retreated back into Templo. Before Marcus followed the others in, he pressed a gentle kiss to Megan’s forehead. He smiled gently at her as he slid the Templo door closed behind him.

Hank smiled and pressed a kiss to her temple, drawing her attention back to him. “Alright, Princessa, we’ve got to get back to work. Gilly and I are going to deliver a load of copper to a vendor. Will you be alright? Taza will still be here.”

She smiled a little and leaned into him for a cuddle. “Papa and the tíos are close. So is Tía Diana and Mama. I’ll be okay.” Rex stretched from his dog bed nearby. “Plus Rex is here. When will you be back?”

He grinned and wrapped his arms around her to hold her close. “Shouldn’t take more than an hour. Maybe two.”

“Okay.” She smiled up at him, biting her bottom lip. “Promise not to kill Gilly?”

Hank chuckled and nuzzled his nose into her hair. “Yes, mi reina. No murder and no maiming.” He kissed her deeply. “You have fun with your girls, okay? Call if you guys need us to pick something up.”

Coco stood and put his gloves on. “Alright, Ma. Headed out to get Letty. She just texted.”

Hank drew Megan close for a long kiss that left her breathless. “Angel and Creep will be around, mi amore. Call if you need me… or they will.”

Megan smiled up at him. “Alright.”

By the time six o’clock rolled around, the elders were still in Templo. Megan and all the ladies had fresh manicures and pedicures courtesy of Letty, they’d done face masks, and eaten all the snacks. 

Diana and Mama were packing away what was left of the beauty products Letty had convinced Coco they’d need for a “true girl’s day” as they chatted. Tessa was engrossed in a movie with Letty and Venud and Megan had a few minutes to themselves.

“Venus, can I ask you something?” Megan said quietly as they sipped cokes at a table.

“Of course, Sweetie. That’s what I’m here for.” She smiled softly at the younger woman.

“How do you do it? How do you keep the Sons… well… them, but still be you?”

Venus chuckled softly. “Baby girl, you just need faith in yourself. You stand your ground when something is important enough to you and you trust that your family will back you up. That’s all a club is. A big, rowdy family who would do anything for each other even when they disagree.” She patted Megan’s hand. “You’re doing just fine, Princess.”

“But Venus- a month ago I was completely alone in the world. My birth mother had OD’d and I was running from everyone. I don’t know how to be anyone’s family.”

Venus moved to hug her gently. “I know, Sweetie. It’s hard to get used to having people give a shit. If anyone knows how you feel - I do. Give yourself time. Trust your boys. They love you dearly. They’ll teach you how to be family. Mine did. Just trust your boys, Baby. You’ll be alright.” 

Megan hugged the tall woman back and nodded. “I’m trying. I really am…”

“We know, honey. We see it. Now - you just need time.”

Megan laughed. “And patience.”

“Oh you need that in spades, Sweetie, because these bikers - they’d try the patience of Job,” Venus said as she sipped her drink and grinned.

By the time Hank clocked out, the clubhouse was back to - mostly - normal. Tessa still had the t.v. remote, but other than that it was fine. The elders were still locked away. When Diana decided it was time to take Tessa back to Bishop’s, Hank convinced Megan that it was best for them to head home too. Mama left them with kisses and promises to see them very soon.

Diana knocked on the stained glass door and let the men know that they were all headed out. Marcus and Taza came out to say goodbye to Megan and Tessa.

As Taza cuddled Megan for a moment, he sighed. “Don’t wait up, Chica. Your tíos and I have a lot to work out. Eat something though, okay?”

Megan nodded and squeezed her papa gently. “Okay, Papa. It’ll be okay.”

Taza chuckled. “Sweet Chica, of course it will. Go. Enjoy having the house to yourselves for a few hours. I’ll see you in the morning if I get home after you’ve gone to sleep.” He pressed a kiss to her hair and released her so that he could get back to the meeting.

Megan gathered Rex’s things and smiled as she realized that her papa had stopped to say something quietly to Hank. Hank nodded with a soft smile and Taza patted his shoulder before closing the Templo door firmly behind him.

After a few more good nights, Megan and Hank loaded into the mustang and headed for the ranch.

On the way home, Hank stopped at the diner to pick up an order of food that he’d called in while he and Gilly had been out. Megan’s eyes widened seeing the amount of take out boxes in the order. 

“Hank! I’ve literally just spent all day being fed snacks by Mama…” Megan said uncertainly.

Hank smiled and leaned over the console to kiss her. “I know, mi amore. It looks like more than it is. I got a bunch of little things instead of actual orders. I didn’t think you’d be super hungry for a real meal after hanging out with Mama all day.” He chuckled and smoothed her hair out of her face. “I promise, mi princessa, it will be alright.”

Megan bit her lip and nodded. “If you say so…”

At home, Hank brought things in while Megan checked Rex’s food dishes. Once he was done, he leaned against the counter watching as she sat in the floor giving her giant dog belly rubs. Rex wiggled gleefully on his back with his tongue lolling out, making Hank chuckle. 

“You want a shower, mi reina?”

Megan smiled softly up at him. “Is it horrible if I say yes? Tessa had a blast playing with my hair, but I think it’s horribly snarled.”

He smiled softly. “Is she as enthusiastic about hair styling as she is everything else?”

Megan smiled and nodded. “Let’s just say I was grateful not to be tender headed.”

That made him laugh. “C’mon. Let’s get you detangled and into something more comfortable.” He offered her a hand up.

Megan took his hand and allowed him to pull her to her feet. She followed him to the bedroom where he sat her gently at her dressing table and proceeded to slowly and gently detangle her hair. Her eyes closed as he worked and she relaxed slowly. Once he’d gotten all the snarls out, he kept brushing for a few minutes just because he didn’t want to disturb her. “C’mon, mi princessa. I’ll help you wash your hair,” he whispered.

In the shower, Hank slowly and methodically washed Megan’s hair for her. Once the conditioner was in and setting, he sped through his own shower routine so that he could help her wash. After rinsing the conditioner carefully out, he soaped up a washcloth with the soap that smelled so nice on her skin. As he washed away the stress of the day, he gently massaged her muscles until she was as relaxed as he could get her. 

In the bright lights of the ensuite, he realized - Megan’s bruises were nearly completely faded. He pressed a kiss between her shoulder blades as he helped her pull on a soft pair of leggings and tank top. She got her fuzzy socks on while he dressed in sweats and a hoody.

“Ready, Princessa?”

“Mmhmm.” She smiled at him and they made their way out to the couch.

Megan went to get drinks while Hank laid out the boxes he’d picked up at the diner on the coffee table. Sliders, onion rings, fries, hot wings, and for dessert - slices of pie and cake. He turned on the t.v. to play old superhero movies and turned the volume low.

After eating as much as they wanted, Megan laid with her head in Hank’s lap covered to her chin in a fuzzy blanket as they discussed the merits of different superpowers and Hank stroked her skin under her top.

“All I’m saying is that super speed would beat flying any day of the week…” Hank rationalized.

“Maybe, but super speed doesn’t hold up to super strength. Think how much easier some things are for you than for me because you have the strength to back you,” Megan pointed out. “Like in the ring - you can take some guys with one hit. I’d never be able to do that. I have to rely on speed and precision.”

“But someone with the right training AND speed can take out someone who only relies on power every time as long as they stay out of their reach. Speed is key.” Hank ran his fingers through her loose hair absently.

“But training and speed can’t beat super strength. Look at Batman and Superman. There’s no way Batman could beat Superman on a budget. It doesn’t matter how much he trains - it still takes something outside of that for him to stand a chance.” Megan yawned as she looked up at him from his lap.

“FLash is still faster than Superman thought - and he can do some serious damage to some metahumans who have strength.” Hank’s fingers moved to stroking the length of her jaw gently as her eyes fluttered.

“Not if one of them ever gets hold of him though - then he needs the rest of the Justice League to save his ass.”

Hank chuckled watching Megan struggle to keep her eyes open. “It’s late, mi amore. Are you ready for bed?”

Megan struggled upright and rubbed at her eyes. “Not sleepy.”

That made Hank laugh more. “Sure you aren’t, Princessa. So what would you rather do?”

Megan giggled. “You do realize that we have complete privacy for what feels like the first time EVER and all we’ve done is watch old superhero movies and debate them, right?” She turned to face him on the couch, kneeling between his knees.

Hank smiled. “Mm. You have a point.” He tugged her to straddle his lap. “And if you weren’t still injured –”

Megan opened her mouth to protest and Hank gently shushed her with a finger over her lips.

“And you ARE still injured, mi reina - if you weren’t injured, I might have been in trouble.” He pressed a kiss to her pout. “A few more days. A week at most. Once your sling is off, I’ll make sure we have all the privacy we need. I promise.”

Megan sighed and buried her face in the crook of his neck, pressing kisses there.

Hank tilted his head away, giving her more room as he chuckled.

Megan nibbled gently on his tattoos. “That doesn’t mean we can’t do other things.”

He wrapped his hands around her hips and drew her closer to his chest. “What did you have in mind, mi amore?”

She giggled and nuzzled his ear. “That depends…”

“On?”

“What you’re willing to give me…”

He squeezed her hips and took a deep breath before catching her lips in a deep kiss. “Everything.”

Megan melted into him as he took control and leaned into his hands.

He nudged her face up until she met his eyes. “Will you trust me?” he asked her seriously, searching her face.

“Of course, Hank. Always,” she answered him breathlessly.

He smiled and kissed her deeply before standing up with her legs wrapped around his waist. He walked them into the bedroom, slowly, and guided her back to lay on their bed beneath him. He broke the kiss with a soft smile. “Easy, mi amore. Let me lock the door or your papa might shoot me.”

Megan giggled as he went and shut and locked the bedroom door before rejoining her on the bed. He shed his hoody and carefully helped her to remove her soft tank top before re-fastening her sling. Between kisses, he laid himself down between her legs and felt her hitch one up to wrap around his hips to keep him close. “That’s my girl,” he whispered, pressing kisses to her jaw and neck while he stroked her bare skin. “Easy. We’re going to take this slow, mi amore. And you better stop me if I hurt you.” He smiled as she tried to lift her hips.

The way he was laying - while it kept his weight mostly off of her - she couldn’t move. She could only take what he was giving her.

She breathily moaned his name as her slid a hand down to caress her still clothed thigh. “Shh. I’ve got you, Princessa. But only…” he stroked the skin just above her waistband - “.. if you…”-

he gently traced her panty lines as he thought about the innocent white panties he’d helped her put on after their shower - “trust me.” His fingers slid inside her leggings to encounter the cotton that was practically soaked through.

He smiled as her eyes snapped open and met his own when he pushed her panties aside to feel her wetness for the first time. Megan whined softly as he traced along her wet slit. “Be still now. Don’t hurt yourself. Let me…”

Megan reached to pull him into a messy kiss with her good hand with a growl, making him chuckle and slide his fingers through her wet heat to circle her entrance. He could feel her trying to press down on his fingers, but kept his touch light for now. The noises coming from her were muffled by his heavy kisses as he pressed his own hardness against her hip to relieve the pressure. 

Very softly, he circled one heavy fingertip around her entrance before sliding it inside as his thumb found her clit. Megan cried out softly as he stroked her and he felt her nails on his back, scraping his tattoos.

“Oh mi reina - you’re so tight.” He groaned into her skin and slid down to press kisses to her breasts. “And so wet. You’re going to feel like heaven on my cock.” He chuckled as he stroked figure eights over her clit and pumped his finger slowly. “Think you can take another?”

Megan panted and nodded, biting into her lip to try to stay still. She knew if she moved too much, Hank would stop for fear of hurting her injuries.

On the next stroke, Hank pressed a second finger inside her and gently crooked them. Megan jerked and cried out in pleasure. “Hank! There!”

Hank moaned softly and captured a nipple in his mouth to suckle as he sped up a little more, aiming his fingers for the spot he’d found and tightening the circles his thumb was rubbing on her clit. As Megan panted and tensed beneath him, he pressed his hard cock against her in the same rhythm as his fingers stroked. He caught her eyes with his own heated ones and smiled. “Cum for me, Megan…” he whispered before sucking hard on her nipple.

Megan’s breath caught and she exploded with a soft cry - clenching so hard on Hank’s fingers he could barely move them. Hank groaned into her skin and let himself go as well.

They both went limp, panting as they came down from their shared euphoria. Once he could breathe again, Hank slid his fingers out of Megan and moved to where he could hold her properly. He murmured to her in Spanish between soft kisses pressed everywhere he could reach.

When he felt her go limp in his hold, he smiled. “Better, Princessa?” he whispered with a chuckle.

“Mmhm…”

“Good girl. Let me get you cleaned up so you can sleep.” He kissed her gently. “Be right back.”

By the time he returned from the ensuite with a warm cloth, Megan was already fast asleep. He shook his head amusedly before gently guiding her out of her wet panties and leggings. He cleaned her carefully before redressing her in clean clothes.

After cleaning himself up and changing into clean sweats, Hank unlocked and cracked the bedroom door to allow Rex to move freely for the night before finally joining Megan in bed - to sleep. 

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Lost Princessa: Meet the Reaper 13

First things first - I'm terrified to be putting this up. It's my first attempt at anything passed make-out sessions. Please be gentle about it. And as always - don't steal my shit.

Warnings: nightmare, 18+ scene, cursing, talk of guns and weapons. Let me know if I missed anything please.

A few hours later, Hank startled awake as the dog nudged him with his nose. He started to get up when he realized that Rex wasn’t going to the door. Instead he was looking at Megan. Hank realized that he had been so tired from the day, he’d slept through what sounded like the beginning of a major nightmare from Megan.

He quickly reached to soothe her as he heard a muffled scream from her throat. “Easy, mi princessa. Easy. I’m here.” He eased her over onto her back so that she could feel him easier and he could stop her from hurting herself in her thrashing as he shifted to kneel between her knees. He braced his hands on her waist to keep her from rolling onto her bad side. “Wake up, Megan. Wake up, baby. You’re safe. I’m here. You’re safe with me.” He gave her a little shake, hoping to jar her awake a bit, but the nightmare had a strong hold on her.

Megan tossed her head and reached with her free arm whimpering as she tried to move the other one. 

He looked around and saw Rex watching from the floor. “Rex, come.” He patted the bed for the big dog, who jumped up. He moved over and put himself on Megan’s good side before encouraging Rex to lay across her legs and waist. Once the dog was steadying her, Hank moved to stroke her face and neck gently. “It’s just a dream, Princessa. I’m right here. Shhh. Easy, baby. Wake up for me.”

Megan���s eyes opened suddenly and she sobbed out a breath before reaching for him again.

He pressed his forehead to hers gently and let her cling to him. “Shh. Easy, mi Princessa. I’m right here. You’re safe, baby. Nothing’s getting through me.” Rex whined a bit. “Or Rex. He’s here too, baby. We’ve got you.”

Megan nodded as she worked to control her panic. She pressed her hand to his chest feeling his heartbeat and breathing as she sobbed.

He moved up to cradle her close and let her calm against his bare chest. When she curled into him, Rex moved up to support her back. Sandwiched between the two of them, Megan slowly calmed. Her breath evened out and she snuggled close. “Sorry.”

“You’re okay, mi amore. We’ve got you,” he whispered gently. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Megan shook her head. “It hasn’t changed.”

Rex licked her ear gently before laying his head down behind hers.

Megan giggled and whispered, “Good dog.”

Hank reached over her to pet him. “Yes, he is.” He laid back down and kissed her gently. “Think you can sleep again? Or should I get the book?”

Megan yawned. “Can we just… stay like this awhile?”

He cradled her close and stroked her hair out of her face before kissing her deeply, but gently. “Of course, mi amore. Rest. We’ve got you.”

Megan slowly relaxed in his arms and he watched as she fell back asleep. He smiled a little, but didn’t dare move for fear of her waking back up. One glance at the close on what used to be his nightstand and was now Rex’s, showed that it wouldn’t be long before she woke up anyway. Better that she get all the sleep she could.

A few hours later, Rex nudged Hank again before going to the door. This time, he did need out. “Alright buddy, I’m coming.” He tried to disentangle himself from Megan, but she woke up. “Easy, mi princessa. Just taking Rex out. Go back to sleep,” he tried.

Megan whined and stretched before sitting up. “‘Kay. Let’s go.” SHe slid out of bed slowly and slipped her feet into the flip flops he bought her for the beach.

He chuckled and stood to put on his slides while she clipped the leash to Rex’s collar.

They took him out and let him do his business before heading back inside. The coffee shop was just opening in the lobby as they passed it, Megan slowed down. “Want a cup? Papa and the tíos won’t be up yet.”

Hank smiled. “Sure, mi reina. Let’s get a cup. We can charge it to the room.”

They went to the counter and Hank ordered for them. Black coffee for him. Coffee with cream and three sugars for Megan.

“And - a puppichino for the puppy dog…” the female barista said with a wink.

Megan giggled and held the cup of whipped cream down for Rex. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome!”

They took their coffee and walked back to the suite. It was early. Very early. The sun hadn’t started to rise quite yet. Megan found a door off the common room that led to a balcony overlooking the desert and took Rex out there. Hank detoured to their room to pull the comforter off the bed. He joined Megan on the balcony and wrapped her gently in the comforter before standing behind her. He held her back against his chest and kissed her temple as they watched the sun begin to rise.

“A new day,” she said.

He smiled. “A new day, mi amore. Today, you start something new. Are you anxious?”

“A little. This helps.” She leaned back against him a little more.

“Good. It’s supposed to.” He kissed her temple again. “Nothing has to change, mi amore. Not with the club. Not with the family. All this does is mean we can stick closer together. You can come on runs. Know everything and be right with us no matter what, and no one can say shit. Not Galindo, not the Irish, not anyone.” He rocked them gently back and forth. “That’s all any of this has to mean, baby. I can handle everything else when it comes down to it.”

“And if I want it to be more?” Megan asked. “If I want to help you, help the club?”

“Then you do, mi reina. But only on your own terms. Your papa and I will make sure of that. Everything is on your terms.” He nuzzled her ear and neck. “I promise you.”

“I trust you.” She tugged his hand inside the blanket he had wrapped around her and placed it against her skin where her tank top had ridden up above her sweats. 

“Good girl.” He kissed her neck gently and pressed her closer. “You look absolutely beautiful right now, Princessa. You have no idea.” He pressed himself against her back. “I love you, mi reina.”

Megan sucked in a breath and turned her head to meet his eyes. “Hank?”

“Yes, mi amore. Yes. I said it. I love you.” He leaned his forehead against hers.

Megan’s eyes teared and she kissed him softly. “I love you too. So much.”

He smiled and kissed her back. He let her turn into him so that she was facing him and kissed her again, sliding an arm around her waist and holding her as tight as her cast and sling allowed. His other hand cradled her neck and face, guiding her to kiss him deeper.

When he sensed her getting short of breath, he guided his kisses across her jaw and down her neck to nibble and gently suck a mark on her neck where it met her good shoulder as she moaned softly in his ear.

He chuckled and nudged her chin up with his nose so he could press more kisses there. “That’a girl,” he whispered as he gently nibbled under her ear. He felt her nails against the small of his back as she tried desperately to pull herself closer to him.

He walked himself backwards, tugging her along, to sit on the patio couch, pulling her to sit astride him. He kissed her again and felt her hops press into his, making his breath catch.

The rising sun highlighted her dark hair and as the blanket fell, he caught glimpses of her skin through her thin white tank top. The yellowing bruises made him pause.

Megan moaned softly again and it snapped him back to the pleasant feeling of the woman he loved on top of him. His hands shift to her hips, pressing her tight against his own, but allowing her to move at her own pace as she rocked against him. He stoked the skin over her low slung sweats with his thumbs encouragingly. “Good girl, mi Princessa.” He kissed her deeply again as her hand ran through his hair to cup the back of his neck as her hips rocked.

Megan whimpered a moan, causing him to groan into the kisses. One of his hands shifted to her lower back under her clothes to guide her motions and support ehr as her back arched. He kissed down her neck again to place wet kisses across her cleavage. “Mmm. That’a girl. Does that feel good, Princessa?” He chuckled against her skin as she nodded, too breathless to speak. “Good.” He sucked another mark at the top of her breast as he guided her rock against him a little harder and faster. She moaned and threw her head back at the increase in pressure. “There you go, amore. Are you close?” He lowered his head to suck gently at a hardened nipple through her shirt.

Megan whined softly and Hank took that as the affirmative. He smiled up at her and nipped gently at her bottom lip. “Let go for me, mi reina. I’ve got you.” She gasped softly and quivered against him as he helped her rock through her pleasure. He watched her face and slowed the motion to pull her against his bare chest. “Shhh,” he whispered. He stroked soothing motions down her spine as she shuddered her way through the come down. “Good girl.” He buried his face in her neck and breathed her in.

Once her breathing evened out, he pulled the blanket back up to cover her against his chest. She nuzzled close, kissing his skin and he grinned at how boneless she was against him. “You okay, mi princessa?” he asked quietly, continuing to stroke her back. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Megan giggled a little. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that? You’re still hard.” She looked up at him from her spot on his chest and stroked a hand down his bare side.

He smiled and shifted to kiss her nose. “I’m not the one with broken bones, mi amore. I’m fine. I can wait.” He kissed her softly.

Her eyes closed at his gentle kiss. “Mmm. I’m perfect,” she whispered, keeping her eyes shut and resting against him.

“Good. Let’s get showered and changed. The others will be up soon, and you need to eat.” He stood carefully, wrapping her legs around him and carrying her to the bathroom in their room.

After quick showers for both of them, Hank dressed himself for the meeting with Galindo in jeans and a t-shirt with his green and black plaid over it. He grinned as he realized the shirt smelled like Megan from when she borrowed it.

Megan was digging through her duffle. “What should I wear? I know this meeting is important to the club, but a dress doesn’t feel appropriate for what we’re trying to introduce me as.” She looked up at him.

“Well, you’ll be wearing your kutte for one. We want him to get used to seeing you in it. Think of it as a uniform,” Hank said.

Megan nodded. “The black jeans then.” She pulled them out. Her hand lingered on Hank’s soft colors a moment.

“You can wear them, mi reina,” he said with a smile as he buttoned his cuffs. “I love it when you do.”

She smiled back. “Me too, but it might not look good if we’re establishing me as an officer in my own right. Especially since we don’t want anyone thinking I slept my way in. You can’t take Galindo to the ring.”

Hank chuckled but nodded. “True enough, but I’d sure try if he said something.”

She pulled out another plain black t-shirt and added it to her pile to change into. She finished it off with her new boots from Taza. Hank helped her to unwrap her towel and dress carefully before gathering her blank kutte with a smile. Megan grabbed her hair stuff and they went out to the common room where everyone else was gathering for breakfast.

As morning greetings were exchanged, a cart with breakfast came to the door pushed by Adam, himself. Taza went to speak with him.

Megan sat down her hair bag and waited patiently. Creeper gently touched her elbow. “Need help, Little Princess?”

Megan smiled at him. “Maybe a little. Hard to braid with a busted arm.”

“Can I try? I’ve been practicing since your pop showed me how,” he asked. “I know it’s something special you two do, but -”

Megan smiled at the bald man brightly, “Sure Creep. Thanks.”

He grinned and stood behind her. “I’m not great yet, but let’s see what I can do.” He carefully divided her hair and managed a single french braid. It was a little lopsided and not very tight, but he managed it.

Hank watched with a soft smile as Megan let Creeper braid her hair. When the bald man tied it off triumphantly, he checked Megan’s hair bag. “Here, Creep. Tuck this in at the top.” He handed him one of the combs Diana had gifted Megan that she had yet to wear. It was silver filigree. 

Creeper gently slid the comb in with a smile of triumph. “There ya go, Little Princess.”

Megan grinned. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Marcus chuckled and brought Megan a cup of coffee. “Damn, Poquito. Who knew bikers could braid.”

“Ah, gimme time. I’ll get better at it,” Creeper said with a laugh.

Taza chuckled as well as he brought Megan a plate. “Pretty good for a first try, brother.”

“Figured if I fucked it up, at least you could fix it, man.”

“True enough. Looks good though.” Taza sat the plate down in front of Megan. “Here, Chica. Adam remembered about the pineapple. There’s also almond butter for your toast if you want it.”

Megan’s eyes lit up. “Really?”

Hank took that as his que and brought it along with his own plate and the honey. “Here you go, Princessa.”

“Thank you!” Megan said, smiling up at him before carefully spreading a little on her toast.

All of the men gathered around eating breakfast casually and talking. Most of them were planning to hit the casino while the others went to the bike shop. Coco claimed EZ for the day and Megan watched as Angel and Gilly sighed before declaring that they’d stick close too. Riz and the Oakland boys also planned to stay, leaving Creeper to go along this time with Megan, Hank, Taza and her padrinos.

“We’re just picking up the patches, right?” Megan asked seriously.

“Maybe a few other things, Chica,” Taza said with a smile.

She rolled her eyes. “There are TWO vehicles out there loaded down with ‘other things’, Papa…”

Bishop snorted at the sass. “Maybe so, Poquito, but the van isn’t full yet.”

The other men laughed. 

Marcus smiled at her from across the table. “Relax, Poquito. We’ll just look for things you might like to customize your new rides, alright? Besides, last time I was there, there was a whole section for dogs. We can pick some things out for Rex.”

That made Megan pause as she glanced at her big dog, who was contentedly eating in the corner. “Well… he does need some things…”

Bishop grinned. “That’a girl, Poquito.”

After breakfast, Megan went to gather the rest of her things. She didn’t even flinch at leaving the room where her father and Hank were. She brought out both holsters and her new knife. She debated the thigh bag, but decided against it for the day since they would only leave the casino to go to the bike shop.

Hank grinned as he saw her carrying things. “Need some help, mi princessa?”

“Please. If I’m going to do this shit, it won’t be unarmed.” She smiled sheepishly.

“Too right, ma,” Coco said as he came out of his room shrugging on his own kutte. “Anyone bring her kevlar?”

All the men shook their heads.

Coco looked at Bishop. “Prez - I don’t like it.”

Marcus held up a pacifying hand. “I’ve got Marco on it. There’s some that are more concealable than our usual and he’s gonna get it before the meeting. It’ll be lighter on her too.”

Bishop gestured at Coco. “See. We’ve got her covered.”

Megan shook her head. “Gonna bubblewrap me while you’re at it?”

Hank grinned as he started threading her knife sheath on her belt for her. He was sure to do it so the hilt was reachable with her left hand. He ducked his head and chuckled as some of the men stared at her in shock.

Coco shrugged. “Think it’ll help?”

José snorted into his coffee as he laughed.

Megan grinned. “Probably not.”

Taza passed by as he went to retrieve his own kutte and jacket and dropped a kiss on her hair. “That’a girl,” he said as he went.

Marco chuckled and shook his head. “Princessa’s got sass this morning.”

Hank just grinned as he stood from fastening her ankle holster. “Told you. You should see her behind a bar.”

Megan giggled.

“Alright, mi amore. Ready for your shoulder rig?” Hank asked, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck.

Megan took a deep breath and nodded.

Hank unstrapped her sling while she supported ehr arm. Then he carefully maneuvered the holster over her cast and situated it before strapping her sling back into place.

“Yo... Don’t that hurt?” Gilly asked.

Hank quickly got the other shoulder on her and adjusted buckles while Megan breathed through the pain.

Once he was done, Megan smiled tightly. “Not so much once it’s on. This rig distributes the weight more towards my back than my collar bone. Besides- it’s easier for me to draw left-handed this way.”

Gilly winced. “Why not the waist holster until you heal?”

Megan shrugged her good shoulder. “The weight isn’t bad. I promise. And this is more concealable. Plus, I kept dropping my gun drawing from the waist with my left.”

Gilly shook his head. “If this wasn’t with Galindo, I’d say stick to the pee shooter.” He pointed at her ankle. “But I know you’d rather your 9.”

Hank frowned at Gilly. “She knows what she’s doing, man.” He looked Megan over. “All good, Princessa? Need adjusted anywhere?”

Megan smiled up at him. “All good, but I forgot something to cover my holster…”

“I can get something if you want to harness Rex, mi amore. Flannel or hoody?” Hank asked.

“Flannel please. Doesn’t matter which one,” she said with a smile as she popped up on her tiptoes to kiss him.

“Alright. Be right back.” Hank went to find her a flannel in their room.

Megan called Rex over and got him to step into his harness before looking at Gilly. “He’s not wrong. You’re going to have to trust that I know what I’m doing at some point, Gilly. Best to start with me knowing my own limits.” She clipped the harness closed and petted Rex gently. “My body. My choice.”

Gilly shrugged uncomfortably and glanced around before realizing that she’d said it quiet enough not to draw attention from the other men in the room. “I know. Sorry, Princessa. I just don’t like to think you’re in pain.”

Megan nodded. “I understand, but Gilly…” she looked him straight in the eyes. “Not your girl. Not your choice.”

He winced and nodded. “Alright, Princessa. I get the picture.”

“Good.” She stood and patted his shoulder as Hank returned with a dark green flannel.

“Here, Princessa. Let’s get this on you.”

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Lost Princessa: Meet the Reaper 6

So... I had asthma attacks at work and got sent home. I'm a horrible patient and I know it so to keep myself planted on the couch I typed up Chapter 6.

I know that this story has been all fluff so far. I promise there is drama coming. There is only like a week between these stories so Megan hasn't even known the Mayans a month yet! The events of the first book are a LOT to happen to any girl. Give her some time for some peace and quiet. Drama will be here soon enough. (Yes I've already got it written, I just have to type it.)

As always - don't steal my shit and be responsible for your own media consumption.

Warnings: Hank is a fucking tease. I don't even know if I curse at all in this chapter which is a record! Honestly... I don't think there's anything else but if there is, please for the love of all things holy, tell me so that I can tag it appropriately. I use warnings for a reason people!

The next morning, Megan woke up in bed with Hank snuggled against her back. She vaguely remembered Hank carrying her to the car and then carrying her into the house. He must have changed her as well, because she was in a tank top and sleep shorts she had packed. She could feel Hank’s steady breathing against the bare skin on her shoulder, so she relaxed into his warmth. This was her favorite part of the mornings.

A soft tapping on the door a few minutes later woke Hank and Megan felt him shift. “Yeah?” He called quietly.

“Just wanted to wake you guys up. Diana has started cooking breakfast which means Tessa will be up soon. Unless you want a jump scare from a tiny princess, you may want to get up and dressed,” Taza called.

Hank chuckled. “Alright. We’ll be out in a bit.” He pressed a kiss to the back of Megan’s neck at her hairline. “G’morning mi princessa. How do you feel?” He wrapped his arms around her waist securely and pressed more kisses to her back and neck, avoiding the sling.

Megan giggled as his stubble scraped pleasantly along her skin. “Morning Hank. I feel… good. Surprisingly good.” She settled back against him fully and felt him press closer.

“You missed a dose of pain medicine. Are you in a lot of pain?” He slid her shirt up a little and gently stroked the skin of her stomach over the low waistband of her shorts.

Megan shivered a bit and pressed into his touch. “No. It’s manageable right now. It’ll hurt more when I stand up though.”

“Mmmm. Okay. We’ll get you a dose before you get up then.” He pressed open mouthed kisses to her spine and her tattoo.

Megan softly moaned. “That’s not encouraging me to get up, baby.”

He chuckled against her skin. “Maybe not, but you haven’t asked me to stop. And these pajamas are giving me lots of ideas.”

She giggled. “And I won’t. You feel so good against me.”

“Mm. Likewise, Princessa. But we do need to get up. Your tío will murder me if Tessa busts in on us doing anything.” He laughed gently again. “Besides, your papa and tíos want to take you shopping for your birthday. Then tonight is the party at Samcro.”

Megan whined and pressed in tighter to him.

He smiled and pressed kissed beneath her ear and nuzzled close to whisper, “And if I promise a reward tonight if you’re good?”

She thought carefully as he continued to make her brain fuzzy with his kisses and his hands on her skin. “A reward?”

His breath tickled the skin of her throat. “Mmmhmm. Tonight after the party. If you’re good and let yourself be spoiled today, I promise you a reward.”

“Promise?”

“Promise, mi princessa. Let yourself be spoiled today and tonight I’ll reward you.” He chuckled. “The effort it will take you  not to fight your father and uncles today will be be heavily-” he kissed her neck “-heavily-” he kissed her ear “- rewarded.” He ended with a gentle nibble that made her catch her breath and whine.

Megan pretended to think. “Mmm. I have conditions.”

Hank laughed out loud. “Of course you do.” He squeezed her waist gently. “What kind of conditions?”

She smiled bright at him over her shoulder. “Tessa gets spoiled too. And Tía Diana. And no one gets stupid with their money.”

Hank smiled back at her. “I have no problem with those conditions, but it’s up to your tía and tío if Tessa gets to skip school to go with us.”

Megan thought again. “She doesn’t necessarily need to be present to be spoiled, I guess. Deal.”

Hank laughed and rolled her onto her back so he could lean over her and seal their deal with a deep kiss. “Good girl. Now, let’s get up and get dressed before we have an unintentional underaged voyer when I can’t control myself anymore.”

Hank gave Megan her medicine before getting up and getting himself dressed. He put on his dark jeans and white henley under his black t-shirt. He pulled the sleeves on his henley half-way up his forearms. Then he smiled at Megan. “What are you wearing today mi princessa?”

Megan thought carefully and bit her lip. “Will there be time to change before we go to Charming?”

“Should be. I’ll make sure of it if you want to change.” He smiled. “I can’t wait to show you off tonight.”

Megan felt her cheeks heat. “Jeans today then. And my boots.”

Hank reached for her bag. “Any jeans? And what shirt, Sweetheart?”

Megan shrugged as best she could. “You know the plans better than me.”

Hank grinned. “Alright then.” He winked and rummaged through her duffle for the clothes he had in mind. He helped her dress in his favorite pair of jeans on her. The ones that made her ass look amazing and have very strategic rips in them that give him access to more of her skin. He chose a green, long-sleeved t-shirt with a key hole in the back that showed her tattoo and tied a plain black flannel around her waist in case she got cold. “There. Mi hermosa princessa.” He kissed her gently cupping her face in his giant hands. “Do you want your Papa to do your hair?”

“Yes please,” Megan said looking up at him through her lashes. “Unless you’d rather it stay down…”

“That’s up to you, Princessa.” Hank grabbed the small bag that had her hair stuff in it and her jewelry box. “Let’s go find him.”

By some miracle, they’d managed to get up and dressed before Tessa. When she came out of her room it was like she’d been shot from a cannon. She came barreling into the kitchen out of breath “You’re here! You’re here! Prima Megan! You’re here!”

Megan laughed as Taza braided her hair into two braids. “Good morning to you too, Tessa.” She opened her good arm to hug the girl.

“Easy, hija. Remember your prima was in a car accident. Be gentle,” Marcus reminded her.

Tessa visibly took a deep breath before wrapping her arms around Megan gently. Megan hugged her back and everyone saw Megan’s shoulders drop as she relaxed with a sigh.

“I’m so glad to finally meet you face to face, kiddo.” Megan kissed her hair. “How’s school?”

Tessa pulled a chair close to Megan’s and talked a mile a minute as Taza finished braiding Megan’s hair.

“There, Chica. All done. I put your feathers in so they don’t bounce so much.” Taza kissed the top of Megan’s head and smiled indulgently as Tessa had to take a breath.

“Thank you, Papa.” Megan smiled up at him.

Tessa tugged Taza’s kutte gently. “Tío Taza - can you braid my hair like my prima’s? Please? I want to match.” She looked up at him with big puppy eyes.

Marcus snorted into his coffee and Hank chuckled. “Oh that’s dangerous…” Hank said. “Those eyes…”

Diana laughed and sat a plate of breakfast in front of her husband. “And they work on this one every time.”

Taza grinned. “Of course pequeña princessa, but I don’t have feathers for yours.”

“That’s okay, Tío. I have my school bows,” she said hopping up to get her hair supplies.

Diana put a plate of bacon and scrambled eggs in front of Megan with a smile and put a matching plate at Tessa’s spot. She smiled indulgently. “She’s been so excited that you were coming. Unfortunately - she had school today. She can’t miss today and tomorrow too. She has a science test.”

Megan nodded shyly. “I’ve been excited too. I’ve never had a cousin before. I get it though. She needs to know that school is important. We’ll have plenty of time to play before I go home.”

Diana kissed Megan’s head. “Good girl. Eat your breakfast before it gets cold.”

Megan ate obediently as Hank fixed her a cup of coffee. He placed it in front of her with a wink and a brief kiss.

Tessa apparently only had one speed because she came running out of her room again with her hair stuff in hand. This time she’d taken the time to get her school uniform on while she was in there. She ate as Taza carefully braided her hair like he had Megan’s and chattered at anyone who would listen about anything that came to mind. It only stopped when the ever calm Diana pointed out that Marco was there to pick her up for carpool with his daughters. Tessa took a last gulp of juice, kissed everyone indiscriminately on the cheek, grabbed her back pack and dashed out to the car driven by the man Marcus trusted with everything. 

Megan couldn’t help it. She burst out laughing. The men all chuckled too. “Is she always like that?” Megan asked.

Marcus chuckled again. “Always. I can’t always be home for dinner, so I try to be here for breakfast with her instead.”

Diana kissed Marcus’ head. “You do fine. She loves her breakfast with her papa.” She looked at Megan. “He takes her out for breakfast at least twice a week so that I can sleep in too when he’s home.”

Megan smiled. “That’s amazing.” She finished half the plate Diana had put in front of her and sighed.

“Are you done, Chica? Get enough?” Taza asked with a gentle smile. He knew it was hard for her to eat sometimes.

“Yeah.” Megan looked at Diana sheepishly. “Sorry Tía Diana. I can’t finish it.”

Diana smiled comfortingly. “That’s okay, Sweetheart. Your tío mentioned that you sometimes have trouble eating.” She cleared the plate away. “So what’s the plan today?”

Marcus leaned himself back in his chair. “Well - Poquito has a birthday tomorrow so I thought we’d take her shopping. Marco can handle things at the clubhouse until later. Then tonight, we’ll have to head to Charming for the Reaper party.” There were nods all around. “Will you be coming tonight, mi reina?” Marcus asked Diana.

“Si, mi rey,” Diana sat on the arm of his kitchen chair. “Tessa is staying with Maria at Marco’s tonight so that I can go.”

Marcus grinned. “Good.” He slipped an arm around her waist. “You can show Megan the ropes of being a reina Maya, eh.”

Diana smiled. “True enough. And those ropes start with a few things.” She stood and held a hand out to Megan. “C’mon pequeña princessa. Let’s go get ready to go shopping and leave the men to talk.”

Megan hesitated. She reached for Diana’s hand slowly but glanced desperately at Hank.

“Actually, Diana, I need to steal Megan for a bit before we leave,” Hank said quickly. “She and I have something that we need to discuss. Meet you at the car instead?”

Diana huffed. “Well alright. I won’t be long.” She stood and glided out of the room.

Megan breathed finally and slumped in her seat. “I’m sorry. Sorry. I … I don’t know what happened.”

Taza guided Megan out of her chair and into his lap where he rocked gently. “Shhh. You’re alright. You did fine, Chica. Breathe. I don’t think your tía quite understands yet.”

Megan leaned into Taza’s chest and caught her breath. “Damn it. I should be better than this.”

“Hey now, Poquito. Enough of that. I’ll speak with your tía. You did nothing wrong.” Marcus stood from his chair to go speak with Diana right then, but paused to stroke Megan’s hair where her head rested against her papa. “I’ll explain that she had to wait for Megan to come to her on her own time,” he assured Taza and Hank.

Megan took some time to regroup in her papa’s lap. She tangled her fingers in the necklace she had yet to remove - the one that matched Taza’s.

“There you go. Good girl. You didn’t have a panic attack - you are doing better, Chica. No matter what you think. You are doing better.” Taza rubbed her back soothingly.

Hank nodded. “Your papa’s right. You did just right, Princessa. Your Tía Diana is just used to having everything her way. She’ll learn as she gets to know you, baby.”

Once Megan was calm, they went to put their boots on at the door and waited outside by the bikes. Marcus and Diana met them there in just a few minutes. 

“Why not take my car?” Diana said smiling. “The Escalade has plenty of room for anything that we might buy and we can all stay together.” She reached to squeeze Megan’s hand gently.

Megan squeezed back with a smile and looked to her father and godfather.

“Might as well,”Marcus said. “Bishop will meet us there anyway.”

At the outdoor mall, Bishop was waiting for them leaned against his bike with his ankles crossed as they all piled out of Diana’s SUV. Morning greetings were exchanged and Diana got a hug from Bishop before he turned his grin on Megan. “Did you fight your tío on coming this morning, Poquito?”

“No Padrino. I’m on my best behavior. Promise,” Megan said with a laugh and a sly glance at Hank.

“Conditionally,” Hank pointed out with a smile.

“Oh? What conditions, Princessa?” Bishop asked as he gave her a hug.

“Only that I’m not the only princess getting spoiled today.” Megan said, batting her eyes at her godfathers. “Tessa and Tía Diana have to be spoiled too!”

Marcus laughed and slid his arm around Diana’s waist before pressing a kiss to her temple. “As if I would leave my girls out.”

Bishop laughed. “Alright. I can live with that I guess.” He squeezed Megan gently before releasing her. “Where to first?”

Megan just shrugged, but Diana smiled. “I know the perfect place to start.”

Diana led the way with Marcus and Bishop talking quietly as Hank and Taza followed along with Megan tucked in close to Hank’s side. She led them to a small shop tucked into a back corner of the mall. It didn’t look like much, but she assured them that looks could be deceiving. Inside was a store full of vintage leather goods. It smelled deeply of leather cleaner and oils. 

“What better place to start a Mayan Princess shopping spree?” Diana asked. “And…” she winked at Megan, “it’s all thrifted and upcycled.”

Megan brightened and actually smiled. “Really?”

“Really. It’s all repurposed or reworked vintage leather.” Diana showed her the tag for a nearby jacket. It was much lower than Megan was expecting.

Hank beamed at Marcus’ wife as Megan’s body language relaxed. Her back untensed and she took a deep breath. He gently nudged her forward. “Go look mi princessa.”

“But..” Megan took a step or two forwards.

“Just look. Pick out one thing. Pick out one thing for you, and one thing for Tessa,” he encouraged. 

Diana had already started browsing racks. Bishop was checking the size on a brown leather bomber jacket.

Megan crept to a rack of child sized leather jackets and thumbed through them nervously, until she came across one in a bright purple. The collar was embellished with silver studs - as were the shoulders. She smiled imagining Tessa wearing it over her navy and khaki school uniform. It was a little punk rock, but also very girly. She bit her lip and glanced around until she caught Marcus’ eye. “Tío?”

“Si, Poquito? Did you find something?” He strolled over to her. 

“What’s Tessa’s size?” she whispered, showing him the jacket.

He chuckled and checked the size tag on the jacket. “It’ll be a little big on her, but she’d love it.”

Megan smiled a little. “Can we get it for her? If it’s a little big, that just means it’ll fit her longer.” She asked, biting her lip again.

He chuckled. “I don’t see why not.” He kissed her forehead gently. “Go show your tía.”

Megan grinned and skipped over to where Diana was looking at leather skirts to show her. 

Hank chuckled and leaned against the wall where Megan could see him at any time for reassurance. Marcus joined him with a laugh. 

“Tu princessa is very good at finding things for others, huh?” Marcus said.

“Yes. She is. Not so great at looking for herself though.” Hank slid his hands in the pockets of his jeans.

“Maybe not, but that’s okay. She’s looking. That’s a step. And that’s a big step from having a panic attack because someone wanted to buy her something she needed.” Marcus glanced at the big man out of the corner of his eye. “Nervous about later?”

Hank shook his head. “Not really.”

“You knew she was yours the second you met her, didn’t you?”

“Close enough. That dinner in the casino…” 

Marcus chuckled. “I thought so. I was the same with Diana.” He turned to face Hank. “Tonight you make a promise to her and you’d better intend to keep it, hermano. She doesn’t deserve to be jerked around. Do right by her and you’ll have the most important advantage any man can have. A sanctuary for when things get to rock bottom.”

Hank nodded. “I won’t hurt her, Marcus. She’s too important to me.”

Marcus nodded and patted Hank’s shoulder. “I know. That’s why you’re still on this side of the dirt.” He patted his shoulder again before going to meet Megan and Diana by a rack of jackets closer to Megan’s size. Hank could hear her arguing that she didn’t need a new jacket for the bike - hers was like two weeks old!

Taza caught Hank’s eye and gestured for him to join him by the back wall. Hank went, still being sure he was within Megan’s sight in case she looked for him.

The back wall of the shop had one of a kind pieces of wearable art in cases to display them. There were uniquely dyed and painted jackets, pants, and vests of every color. Each one with detailing that was exquisite. 

Taza indicated a piece off to the side. It was a black leather jacket that had a beautiful medicine wheel painted on the back of it. It was superimposed over a desert sunset. “Oh wow…” Hank said. “That’s beautiful.”

Taza nodded and pointed to the sky behind the medicine wheel where two stars were inked in the deep blue of the sky. “Doesn’t that look like the stars you added to Megan’s tattoo?”

Hank nodded. “Second star to the right and straight on ‘til morning…”

Taza chuckled. “Peter Pan?”

“She said it’s her favorite.”

“Well that settles that then.” He started looking for the clerk. “If that jacket is remotely her size, I’m getting it.”

Hank chuckled. “I’ll run princessa interference.”

Taza patted his back. “Good man.”

Hank smiled and wandered over to where Diana was trying to talk Megan into trying on a pair of leather pants.

“Tía- now really isn’t the time for me to be trying anything on. I can’t even get dressed without Hank’s help,” Megan explained. 

“And if Hank goes to help her in the dressing room, there’s no guarantees that they come out any time soon…” Marcus chuckled.

“Well - alright, but I still think they’d look amazing on you.”

Hank smiled. “What doesn’t?”

Megan groaned and hid her face. “A lot of things, Hank.”

Diana looked shocked. “Excuse -”

Hank interrupted gently. “You’re beautiful no matter what you’re wearing mi princessa. Now, have you found something you like? You found Tessa something - the deal was one thing for her; one for you.”

Megan grimaced. “Everything is still so expensive…”

Hank shook his head and nudged her.

She sighed. “If I don’t choose something, you’ll choose for me won’t you?”

“Actually, I’ll just hand my ATM card to your tía and let her buy what she thinks you need…” Hank joked, reaching for his wallet.

Megan giggled and grabbed his hand to stop him. “Alright, alright.”

“Good girl.” He pulled her gently in and kissed her quickly.

“Poquito- over here.” Bishop called.

Megan wandered over to him on the far wall. He’d found a brown leather jacket with fringe along the shoulders and the bottom seams along each arm. It looked like it was straight out of an old western film. “Oh wow. That’s so cool,” she said. 

“It looked like something our resident rodeo star would like,” Bishop said. He checked the size on the tag. “And it’s your size,” he said showing her the tag but hiding the price with his thumb.

Megan bit her lip and ran her fingers through the brown leather fringe. “It’s so pretty…”

“Then it’ll be your pretty,” Bishop said pulling it off the rack.

Megan opened her mouth to protest, but a look from Hank stopped it. She nodded somewhat reluctantly. 

“Oh! I saw just the thing to go with it over here!” Diana said, hurrying towards them with a brown leather hat with a wide brim. It had a silver worked hat band and was only slightly darker than the jacket. “It’ll be perfect for riding the horses this fall!”

Three stores later, gifts for Megan were starting to pile up. All the men had multiple shopping bags in hand. Megan and Diana apparently weren’t allowed to help carry bags.

“Why don’t a few of us take these back to the car,” Marcus suggested innocently. “Poquito - you and your tía keep shopping with your papa and Bishop. Hank and I will run these bags to the car and meet you back here.” 

Megan glanced at Hank indecisively.

He sat down his bags and pulled her close to kiss her gently. “We’ll be quick. Your papa and tío will be with you the whole time.”

Megan nodded. “Okay…”

Hank kissed her again and then took the bags from Taza. “Behave. Be right back mi princessa.”

The two men hurried away to deposit the bags in the Escalade, but made a quick stop at Marcus’ favorite jeweler on the way back to choose a gift fit for a reina.

Hank looked at every ring he could see as Marcus spoke to the man behind the counter about picking up the order he’d put in the day before. The man went to the back and came back with two bracelet boxes.

Marcus checked with Hank. “Did you find something?”

Hank shook his head. “No. None of these are right. All the crowns are silver.”

The man who worked there perked up. “Something else you’re looking for, Mr. Alvarez?”

Marcus indicated Hank. “My friend is. Tell him what you’re looking for, Hank.”

“I need a gold crown ring - gold. Not gold plated.” Hank said. “And a crown, not a tiara.”

The old man smiled softly. “Looking to make a promise, son?”

Hank smiled a little and nodded. “Yes, sir. And I need it yesterday.”

The man tapped the counter with his finger. “Wait here. I have another case in the back packed up for a show this weekend.”

Hank nodded. As the man disappeared into the back again, he turned to Marcus. “Bracelets?”

“A bracelet and a matching one for Tessa.” Marcus smiled and opened the box to show him.

“She’ll love it. And she’ll love Tessa having the matching one.”

“What did you and Taza find at the leather shop? I saw you running distraction while he found someone to get into the cases,” Marcus asked with a chuckle.

“Painted leather jacket. Beautiful work. And it ties in with her back tattoo.”

“Excellent. I think Diana bought her some skirts and things at that last clothing store. She’ll be outfitted as Mayan Royalty tonight if mi reina has any say in it.”

Hank grimaced a bit. “Diana didn’t take offense this morning, did she? Megan just panicked.”

Marcus shook his head sliding the bracelet boxes into his kutte. “No. She just wasn’t thinking and treated Megan like she does Tessa. I reminded her that Megan is a grown woman and that she is also very fragile right now. That’s all.”

“Good. Megan would be horrified if she’d hurt her tía’s feelings.”

The man came back out carrying a tray of rings that he sat down for Hank to look over. “Here we are. All 24 karat gold. See if there’s anything here you like.”

Hank and Marcus examined the tray. Hank was about to give up when he froze. “What size is that one?” he asked, pointing to a ring in the back row.

The jeweler pulled it out to check it. “Size 6.”

“Could it be sized down a half size? Megan is a five and a half.” Marcus asked.

“Easily. Since the band is all metal, it should only take me fifteen minutes or so.”

“I’ll take it.” Hank said, reaching for his wallet. “Can you go ahead and size it for me?”

“Of course sir. Let me get my wife to check you out and I’ll go get started on it.”

Twenty minutes later, they walked out of the shop with the ring box securely stashed in Hank’s kutte.

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