Haven City Stories: La Vida Loca (Cyrano x Daleeria)

[Daleeria]

Years of blood, sweat and tears spilled between them was the source of the pain and love entwining in her pretty brown orbs, just waiting for what she knew had to come. This was earned, and she was just happy that Chico hadn't lost a step being inside. Prison could change a man, but this man... the brutal, passionate father of her children seemed just as intense as he ever had been. Any threat was met with understanding because she had earned it. This is exactly what made them the beautiful disaster they were always going to be together.

Nature was something Arabela had studied fairly extensively in some of her psychology classes. Could the nature of a beast change? How much of the violence inside of Chico could be blamed on blood, and how much of the craving for pain was a circumstance of environment? Once broken, could someone ever be made whole? And who had broken who in this relationship? She knew, deep down, Chico had never meant to fall in love with her. And the only time Bela had ever questioned that was the two moments she had realized he had managed to knock up another girl not long after her. She didn't need physical evidence of his love, but she had two of his children and that was one more than either of his other baby mamas. That was proof enough for her.

Yes, Bela had tried to leave Chico in every way that mattered. Wasn't it better for both of them if they were kept whole for their kids? Because they clearly weren't healthy for one another... At least that's what the responsible, logical part of her brain tried to tell her every time she let Gary sink is vanilla white cock inside of the only hole he ever fucked. Was it a sin against Chico? Of course. Did that mean she deserved to be battered beyond recognition? Also yes.

Chico cheated first, what did he expect?

More weak arguments for her behavior. No, this was active deception. She had intentionally played the part of the good puta while he was inside knowing that she was keeping someone else's bed warm the whole time. All selfish intentions in the end, too. That didn't matter anymore because he was home and she knew exactly what her place was now. She was insane for thinking she could love anyone else the same way that she worshipped Chico.

How come I can't leave ya?
Talk to myself at night, wonderin' why
I feel like I am tied down to someone
Who's makin' me cry more than makin' me smile
Leave ya
Just make it through the night
Lyin' to myself, sayin' I'll be fine
I don't want you, I hate you, I think
But I don't wanna be alone either

You're such an asshole, but I see a prince
And I'm a good girl, but you see a bitch
I wanna make love, you wanna burn a bridge
So I wish I was a bad guy
So we could just be fightin' on the same side
Yeah, you're such an asshole, but I see a prince
And I'm a good girl, but you see a bitch
So I wish I was a bad guy
Just to be with you
Just to be with you​

Blood pooled in her mouth, dripped down her chin and stained her clothes as she met his eyes after every strike of his fist with eyes that implied she understood exactly why he had to do this to her, and that she held no grudge for his actions. That this was very much her fault and nothing she did or said would change that. At the end of the day she would blame it on weakness, on fear and the shame of feeling like a single mother. She would cite convenience and the many toys their kids have and remind him who's favorite foods she had prepared on the day of his arrival. If she wasn't still faithful in the ways that mattered, then would she have been fully prepared for his return to her bed and her life? All of it would be half-truths, but she knew how to spin them in a way that would make everything right in his eyes. This was her talent. This is how she soothed his soul. With violence and feeding his ego until he thought he was invincible. Was she his shield? The Kevlar vest that kept his body protected from that which would be hurled at him to discredit and hurt his reputation? Or was she simply the blinders of a horse that was only able to trot as far as he was told to by Cesar?

That was a harder say that who deserved what in this one-sided discourse.

The neighbors wouldn't call the cops; Chico forgot that this was a building with folks that worked 9-to-5. Most of her neighbors might pop in for lunch in an hour or two, but even if they did they wouldn't understand the Spanish enough to realize someone was being hurt. Even her cries of pain probably would have just scared them away. No one wanted to deal with the cops if they would even show up before the crime was committed. It was almost pointless.

Crimson stained the floral comforter that Bela had chosen for the King sized bed that Gary had purchased upon her moving in with him. Gary was the type of pushover who had let Bela and the kids decorate the apartment however they wanted; after all it was their home too and he was a man of little or no taste. Everything that Gary liked was dictated by his father, with maybe the exception of Bela. How could the man approve of his son living in sin with the branded property of a locally known criminal and gangbanger? Just because she was going to law school and trying to make something of herself didn't mean she had changed her ways.

Gary was great for making excuses for her though, and he defended her changes in life without knowing she had an ounce of weed and two guns in a safe in their walk in closet. He ignored the new little tattoos that popped up over the last year or so. Hell, he didn't even realize she had a vibrator and a vial of coke in her nighstand.

How come I won't believe ya?
You said all your goodbyes
You said that you would be out my life
If I could just let you go, let you be on your own
But, love, I need ya
You used to be paradise
You used to be where I would go to hide
From people who treat me the way that you treated me
I don't believe ya​

You're such an asshole, but I see a prince
And I'm a good girl, but you see a bitch
I wanna make love, you wanna burn a bridge
So I wish I was a bad guy
So we could just be fightin' on the same side
Yeah, you're such an asshole, but I see a prince
And I'm a good girl, but you see a bitch
So I wish I was a bad guy
Just to be with you​

Bela wasn't weak enough to need to sigh in relief when she heard the gun clicking safe. If anything she flinched because knowing she'd be alive to pay for her evil for years to come was almost worst than if he had just put her out of her misery. A life time of repentance for this. If only she knew how much misery she had yet to experience at both the hands of the man she would kill for and at the cruel hands of the universe.

It took a certain type of slut to react to the sound of a belt buckle being undone, and Bela was that exact slut. The last time her ass had been properly beat had been just before Chico went inside. That felt like a lifetime ago as she lifted her skirt up to show off more of his property. "Lo siento, Papi. I've been such a stupid puta, but I thought I was being smarter and giving you the freedom to come out and take any bitch you want if you didn't want me anymore. That was dumb, I shouldn't have thought I knew better than Papi what he wanted," she gave him the proper level of gaslit apology that she had perfected to get him to forgive him every time. Deflect, blame herself as much as he was blaming her even though he had just as much blame in the matter, and then empty his balls until he forgave her. It was a proven tactic. This was just her most extreme violation against the invisible contract she had signed when they had sealed their relationship in blood.

"I love you, Papi. I've never loved anyone more than you and definitely not him, and I didn't correct the kids when Ale started calling him her father because she was still calling you Papa and it seemed alright. I have a vial in the nightstand, if Papi wants to do a line off of his stupid whore's ass..." she offered him her drugs just as much as she offered him her body to make up for everything she had done to him. Even after everything he had done against her, she still loved him more than she could ever love herself. That meant he owned all of her, and he owned everything she owned, especially the shit his money didn't buy her. "And I was young, stupid and pregnant when you went inside. Overemotional and irrational. Please don't ever leave me like that again! I promise I'll never cheat again!!"

Beg him to stay. Remind him that you get extra psycho when you're knocked up. Then, hit him square in the jaw with another ringer: "Please put another baby inside me. I miss being pregnant and Ale's getting so big! I'll do anything for another baby, Papi!" she might have been over doing it adding that on top, but from Bela's experience, Chico needed her to be over dramatic on her approach to atonement. The more desperate she seemed, the harder his dick got for her and the quicker she would be forgiven.

Sorry I'm not your ex
I'm sorry I'm not who you thought you'd get
I'm sorry that I'm lackin' self respect
Should've left when you started hoppin' beds
I'm sorry, made this world in my head
I'm sorry I don't wanna quit this yet
I'm sorry, I swear that I tried my best
I'm sorry, can you be sorry instead?
Just to be with you
Just to be with you
Just to be with you
Just to be with you
Just to be with you
Just to be with you​

 

[CyranoDeBergerac]

Arabela might just be the greatest lawyer that Haven City had ever seen.

Not one scream, barely any crying out, and her arguments for her forgiveness did not falter for a moment. Watching that perfect porcelain skin of hers change colors as he worked her over fascinated and titillated that demon hiding behind his dark brown eyes. His other hated white people, Cubanos specifically, and part of that hate had passed down to him in the way that all generational hate did, by twisting and mutating into something different with a new flare for intensity. Chico was never going to be smart enough to understand systemic issues well enough to explain them eloquently.

He knew that the world had fucked with him in more ways than most could understand, that the world had fucked him over because he was brown. When he said 'the world' though, he meant white people. Hungry white people, greedy white people, the ones who took and took just to fill up that empty hole inside of themselves. That yawning void that you could never see the bottom of. They'd been jealous of his people's treasure, their freedom and their power, and had done everything they could to destroy it. And then they'd tried to justify it by saying that it was men like people who were savages, criminals, barbarians. No, Chico couldn't explain it all, couldn't tell you how the laws on marijuana had been written the way they were specifically to fuck with young men like him. Didn't even know that there was mental health care that could have given him a leg up when he was small to do something different with his life now that he was tall. Couldn't even begin to fathom that his disdain for the 'weakness' of therapy came from the white man as well.

No, Chico couldn't explain all that, couldn't even say it was on his mind as he swung that belt. But what he could say was: Fuck white people.

Miranda hated 'bela because she was a European Spanish slut who spoke the language better than her mestizo children. Chico, Chico loved her for it. Every time he fucked her, every time he hit her, every time he held her, he was holding the wife of a downtown banker or some doctor who would never get to know her warmth. All because Chico had taken everything that she could have been and tuned into trash like him.

Looking at her with welts rising on her reddened ass, giving her a moment to breath while he took off his shirt and dropped his pants and underwear to the floor. Prison had been good to his muscles, very good. For a moment he debated the line, didn't want to show up dusty to his own party, but finally her influence won him over and he crawled on top of her to reach into the nightstand and take out the powder, before laying it across the largest welt on her curvy ass and pressing down hard when he took in the line. Then, because he was gracious, he gave her a knuckle sized bump off his hand before balling a fist in her hair and reminding her who owned her. Starting with that underfucked asshole.

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Everyone at the party would know what he'd done to her by the time they got to the party. She could cover the bruise up with make-up if she wanted, btu she couldn't cover up the make-up. Her lip didn't look too bad after the shower, especially with that shade of lipstick added on top. Maybe he'd raped both of her holes twice in the two hours it took them to leave the apartment, or maybe it had been too long since she'd walked in those high, high heels that made her look just like a paid whore. And if she was on her feet the entire time, it wasn't because it was too painful to sit, but because she was being a good girlfriend and serving his every need. Yeah, they had everything figured out. Just waiting on tying up one last loose end before they could go on their way.

Chico was waiting on her bed when the ex-boyfriend walked in the door, they'd taken off the blood stained sheets so he was just lounging on the mattress, shoes on his feet, only the wife-beater and his cross on above the waist. His gun was resting on 'bela's nightstand, and the white girl had just come in to get another bump to speed up the cleaning up and dressing up process. Bitches always took too long to get ready. For Chico's part, he'd raped away the blaze of coke in his blood and was enjoying the minty cool of the come down, preparing himself to savor the show that was about to come on.

He couldn't help but laugh when Greg walked into his bedroom and saw him standing there.

"Francisco- What are you- HONEY!" The bitch nearly pissed himself with fear, realizing not only might Chico might be planning to kill him, but that he might have already killed 'bela and the sounds of various machines helping her get ready were just a ruse. The horror on his face remained, but with an extra hint of confusion when 'bela came out at the call. He could see the high in her eyes for sure, and whatever else he could tell about his ex-girlfriend was down to how well she'd hidden getting worked over, and how much she cared to clarify.

"Greg's confused about some things puta, help him out." God, those earrings looked so trashy on her, it was beautiful.

 

[Daleeria]

Arabela had once been told that she had the potential to be one of the best female lawyers in the city, maybe even the business altogether. It was quite the compliment rolling off her boss's tongue while her tongue was worshipping his balls. Girls like Bela didn't just wake up one morning at the top of that totem pole without gagging on a few dicks here and there. She was sure Chico would have understood, so it was another thing she didn't ask permission for... but she was also going to be smart enough to make sure none of his people knew what she had done.

There was nothing more completing to her soul than a good round of rape before a party. It got the blood going and her mind working in the twisted ways he loved her for. She had even given him an amazingly convincing "thank you Papi" when he had finished with her. Then she promptly went to shower and get ready for the party. As much as he bitched about her taking too long to get ready, he would have been angrier if she hadn't come out looking absolutely divine; after all, she was his arm candy. Six inch heels brought her up to eye height with Chico, and the orange cut out dress she had chosen was meant to show off her tattoos in the best lights.

Greg. Gavin. Gene. Grog. Bela had heard Gary called every name that started with a G that wasn't his own. The funniest part was, she had even heard his own father call him by the wrong name! In reality, his girlfriend was the only one who seemed to remember his given name 100% of the time. Bela depending on him financially, be he seemed to need her on some sort of emotional level that Bela wasn't capable of fathoming. Not with her upbringing by stoic, unloving parents, nor from the only other relationships she had ever deemed worth her time.

There were still a couple of curlers in her hair as she stepped out of the bathroom to see what Chico was calling for her. While there were a few bruises she had left visible so that everyone at the party knew she had paid her dues for her crimes against Chic, for the most part Bela's face didn't look like she had just gotten raped. If asked, she'd claim it was so Ale and Sammy didn't see their mom beaten badly the day their father got home. She didn't want her daughter to turn out to be the same type of meat that Bela had allowed Chico to turn her into. No man would ever rape her daughter and get away with it, whether it's because her father and brothers got involved, or because the tiny little blonde monster killed them herself. Alejandra would know her worth as a Princess, and would be cherished. Building that confidence didn't exactly start with the lesson that Papa beat mama.

"Oh, hey Gary... Listen..." Bela looked at her ex-beau as she affixed one large hoop to her left ear. "You've been amazing to me and the kids. I really, honestly appreciate everything you've done for us. But I can't lie, the sex is garbage. You're so vanilla even your suits are beige. I need a real man to take care of my physical needs, and that's just not something I think you can learn how to do. I've tried, I really have. You won't even stick it in my ass. I ask you about babies you stutter and freeze up and I want more kids sooner rather than later! So, it's been a lot of fun but I think we need to see other people..."

There wasn't much more for discussion as she affixed the other earring while staring at him. "If you don't mind me and the kids will stay here til we can get a place big enough on our side of town. Don't want the kids on the street right?"

 

[CyranoDeBergerac]

Chico almost felt bad for the pathetic excuse for a man, almost, though his face did contort into a slight wince at how utterly she emasculated the man she had pretended could ever replace the father of his children. A better man might have felt pity for the chubby fuck standing there in his office attire, sputtering like a gutted fish trying to find something to say in response to the cruelty that the love of his life was unleashing on him. White man looked like he was on the edge of either killing himself or crying, and Chico didn't give a damn which, he just wanted this little bitch out of their house and out of the way before he killed him himself. They had placed that they needed to be and things that they needed to do.

Gary actually flinched when Chico stretched his arms and climbed out of the bed. The same bed that Gary and 'bela had cuddled and spooned in for the last several years. She had told him that it was over between them, that he had just been the abusive bastard who had given her two children, they'd work it out with the family court so that he paid child support and had some visitation but no custody. They'd work everything out.

All of the sweet nothings that 'bela had whispered to him over the years, all of the words of encouragement and consolation that they'd given to each other were flooding back like a movie behind Gary's horror-scared eyes. His life was over, broken, shattered into a million pieces. There was literally nothing that could make this day worse than what she had done to him, no other day that even came close to being the worst day of his line. Not only had she lifted his balls out of her purse and crushed them before his eyes, she had danced flamenco on the shattered glass of his heart.

And then Chico came up behind her and smacked her hard on the ass. Gary had never hit her, not even once. Yet, somehow, the look on her face told him that that had been a mistake. that if he had been rougher with her, meaner with her, loved her less than he had, then maybe this outcome would have been different.

"Andele puta, vaminos." Chico growled in his inferior Spanish, his left hand slid up her body to maul one of her breasts, and his tongue ruined her lipstick while it raped her mouth right in front of Gary. Puta, that was the second time that Chico had called the love of his life a cheap whore since he had walked in the door, and Arabela seemed to love it. Gary couldn't handle it, couldn't understand it, his shaking hands balled up into fists and the illusion of gumption appeared on his face and in his eyes. Chico saw these things, saw the dream of Gary 'Back to the Futuring' Chico, laying him out on his ass and winning 'bela back to him. Those dreams died though with a simple look and a disdainful chuckle from Chico, an unspoken promise that laying a hand on Chico would lead only to a painful death.

"Greg, buddy, que chistoso. You make me laugh man. Really." Chico patted his 'rival' disdainfully, looking him in the eyes as 'bela finished her preparations and made ready for the door. "Listen, I get it bro, today fucking sucks. This is a nice place, but I'll have us out and somewhere better before the month is up. So grab whatever you need for the month while we're gone, and don't be here when I get back, alright?" There was something evil in the facacde of friendliness on Chico's smiling face, but all Gary could do was tremble and nod.

"Good man." Chico added, rocking the white man's stance for a moment. Gary wanted to ask 'bela what this meant for the job that he had gotten her, whether he would see her at the office on Monday, but the words didn't form in his mouth as he watched Chico molest her ass against as they walked towards the door.

"Bye." Gary whispered to Arabela's retreating back, as if there was anything else he could say in that moment before they disappeared in some car and were gone from his life.

 

[Daleeria]

The part of Bela that cared about what Gary thought was dead the moment Chico ruined her make up right to Gary's face. All that mattered anymore was that Chico was home, and they'd work all this other shit out at a later point. Tonight was for celebration; for drinks and food and laughter and dancing all night long. No doubt there'd be a few lines of coke, a little big of pussy going around once the family got their fill of Chico's attention. Especially after surviving a solid five years in the slammer.

Bela did give Gary one last gift; it was rude to not say goodbye to a man who had supported her the better part of the last few years. "I'll see you at work, Monday? Try to have a good weekend, I really am sorry it didn't work out!" she sounded almost friendly, like she had when they had first started chatting back when she was pregnant with Alejandra. She even threw in the insult of waving as she turned and strutted out of the door, and out of his life forever.

Keys jangled in Bela's purse as she pulled out the automatic fob for the 2020 Chrysler Pacifica mini van Gary had so kindly bought her just six months back to upgrade the beat up car she had insisted on driving until it was dead.. "I hope you know how hard I worked to play this long game so you wouldn't have to spend money on shit and could lay as low as possible your first few months," she teasingly suggested she had spent the last couple of years cucking him for his own benefit, just to see how he'd react. "And before you shit on my white bitch mini van, I'd like to point out it fits ALL of your kids, even the ones that don't belong to me, and it's got TVs on the back of the front seats so that Alejandra can watch her shows, and Samuel can watch his shows, and we never have to hear them fighting!"

And fight they would over such things; such was the woe of having two drastically different children interest and personality wise. "Este came home from San Diego for this you know, so as much as you think your sister hates you, clearly not enough that she didn't make the long ass trip from college," Bela kept conversation on the family, updating him on little bits of life he had missed out on, like who was dating who, who had new babies he hadn't met yet, some of the lowkey gang drama that always happened when a crew was as close and as crazy as family. Chico and his sister were a lot like Sammy and Ale: they could get along for about five minutes and the only things they agreed on was their mother's cooking, their love for their father, and their fear of their abuela.

"For what it's worth, I never lied to you about loving you and missing you. And I'm glad you're home. Can we not do it again, though?"

Miranda hated that mini van, but she couldn't deny it was a good buy. It had been fresh off the assembly line and Miranda wouldn't let anyone else touch the vehicle that harbored the precious cargo that was her grandchildren, so she knew the maintainence record on it. At least Bela had the decency to pick a good color. Today, though, hearing that van pull up made her smile. Because that meant she got to see her son's face not in the Denne jumpsuit for once. It meant he had made it out safely.

"Mijo!!" Chico was barely out of the car before she ambushed him in the tightest hug. Bela flinched when she thought she heard something pop or crack. "Oh, mi amor, I'm so glad you made it home safely!" and then she glanced at Bela and frowned before chastising him: "That's not nearly enough bruises for what that puta did, Francisco!!!"

 

[CyranoDeBergerac]

Most of the ride from the apartment Chico did not say a single word. Not because he was angry, or because his demon was thinking of making her pull off into an alley and fuck her up again, but because he was actually listening to what she had to say. Then he was doing the math on how much that Garfield had given 'bela while she was gone versus how much that he felt owed for the insult. Years ago, Chico had promised her that he would never pimp her. He was a Reyes, not an Alejo or a Machado after all. Or a fucking Reg. Considering the price of the car and all of the nice things that he had seen at the apartment. In the end he decided to not make an issue on it.

The look on Greg's face had been almost as rewarding as the pussy when 'bela punked him like she did. It put him in a good mood and made him more appreciative of the woman that he had chosen to be his number one.

"Word up the coast was that the Regs were beefing for a minute." Chico conversed, bringing them around to his favorite subject. Or tangential to it. "Had some civil war or some shit. Couple guys got cut and beat about it around the cell block. Heard that fucker Cracker Jax won or something?" Chico asked the question because even if you heard plenty of rumors while in the cell block, she had been out here in the Life, hearing the rumors from the people who were around the way, and not the people who were already inside or who were coming inside behind all of the bullshit.

It wasn't as if Chico was spending a lot of time socializing with the nearest Regulators, and most of the news that he had heard about Jax came through second hand. he didn't know anything about the way that Cesar and Jax were doing business wise. Maybe she had. Or something close to it.

Arriving at the compound felt like its own homecoming. Here and abuelos table on Sundays were the two hearts of their family. Here was where the bigger family met with the rest of Los Vagos, where it all really went down. And the truth was that any LV party for something like this, someone gaining freedom or someone going to heaven, was going to be a multiple day affair. The energy would stay burning until Monday came, not that the kids would be around for most of Chico's favorite parts.

"Mama, it's good to see you!" Chico said like he had not seen his mother in five years. She was short, even shorter than him, but he had gained plenty of muscle while he was away. So he gave as good as he got in the rib cracking and back breaking competition that was their first hug. Then, a wide smile came on his face at the second thing that she said to him now that he was home. There were moments where he truly felt like he was his mother's son, more than his father's, and that was one of them. Sure, she was chastising him for being lenient, but she was telling him that he had done the right thing by disciplining 'bela how he had done.

"It's make-up mama, don't worry, she learned her lesson." Chico promised, and then was saved from that conversation by the sound of a Harley pulling up to the side walk, Estella Reyes on the back with her arms wrapped around the waist of a biker. The colors on his back looked very fresh.

 

[Daleeria]

The entirety of La Libertad could hear Miranda's disappointed sigh as the Harley rolled up, and her only daughter, Alejandro's perfect little star, climbed off the back of the Harley looking like a biker's fuck toy. Tight skinny jeans that made that ass rock even harder, calf high brown biker boots, and under her black leather jacket she was wearing an orange crop top.

Este quickly covered the sound of her mother's dismay by whipping her helmet off and shoving it in the biker's arms. "HERMANO!! CHICO!" Bela looked surprised at the joy in the younger woman's voice as she launched herself across the yard to run hard into Chico and crushed him almost harder than their madre had. "Fuck bro, it's so good to see you all in one piece!"

There was genuine relief in Este's voice. She had been half expecting the worst phone call possible all week. He wouldn't have been the first vato what got shanked his last night in prison. Sure they had their moments, but he was still her brother.

Once they were done hugging it out she pulled something out of the pocket of her jacket and handed the folded paper to him. Her report card from the semester. All A's. She figured he'd appreciate knowing why she hadn't been up in a minute.

Bela had purposely avoided telling Chico too much about his sister because Este had done a great job keeping her life in college on the DL. But Bela knew she was seeing a guy, "nothing serious" according to Este. They had that chat just a month back when Este called to talk to her niece and nephew. Miranda might hate that Este never came home. Bela didn't blame her... But it was a biker. That was not going to sail well with Miranda.

Este nervously glanced at her fuck buddy and back at her mother, who was intently staring at the kutte he was wearing as he approached the family. "This is my friend, JB. Just patched in recently to VIBOAK. He made sure I'd make it in time. Lotta road work on the way up that would have been harder to speed through in the car," Este explained to everyone before letting him introduce herself.

Bela was already politely eye fucking him before the tension changed but she cast her eyes away with the way Este said 'my friend', not eager for more of a make up change. To Bela that meant Este probably screamed "Papi" when riding him, and she wasn't eager to get into a fight with another Reyes today.

Miranda assessed Jesus carefully, no lust in her eyes, just pure "you'll never deserve my daughter" energy. "Well at least you brought home something half way decent. I was scared you were going to bring home some fucking white frat boy!" after a moment she spoke, and there was a bit of honest relief in her tone. "I'm Miranda, this is Francisco and his girl Arabella. Don't mind her skin, she's true Chicano where it counts."

That was as close to a compliment as Miranda had ever gotten when it came to the first of Chico's baby mamas. Este wasn't the only one surprising people today...

Bela moved away from the scene to go find Maria and Seb and her kids. Este hugged her brother one more time before splitting off to go find some cold beer after what was a long drive straight up.

Miranda sighed but kept her mouth shut. Already she could see the cards being played out. She'd be surprised if Este even finished college...

 

[CyranoDeBergerac]

There was this one time where Este stabbed Chico in the eye.

It was an old story, one of those family cliches that just never died because it so accurately described the relationship between the two siblings. The true story was less dramatic than it seemed, Chico had been a young boy when Este was born, and when Chico tried to hold Este he did not have the strength and the knowledge to do it properly. So, something he had done irked baby Este enough that she poked him in the eye. With those sharp little baby finger nails. It was something that Chico never forgot, and never truly forgave. Tainting so many interactions throughout their childhood that could have been moments of familial bliss. Instead they were memories of tension, derision, disrespect.

To be perfectly truthful, until Chico saw Este running to him at full sprint in slow motion, he had been certain that she did not give a damn whether he walked out of Denne alive or not.

Este had always been able to see through his bullshit, to see all of his weaknesses and insecurities and to point them out in the most tactical of ways to tear him down. That was who they were to each other. She knew that he was a thug, a thief, a drug dealer and a general bastard to everyone around him including the women who let him between their legs. He knew her as the ungrateful little sister, the bitch who was always poking him in the eye whenever he was trying to find something in common for them. But the moment she was in his arms he was crushing her back like she was the dearest woman in the world to him. And then she was reaching into her pocket and showing him her report card like he really was the father that she had never had.

Chico had never even dreamed of a report card that nice. Had never dreamed of a report card or academic success in general. Most of his time before bars was spent out on corners or inside juvenile detentions. There had not been much in school that was of use to him. Keeping counts straight and the basic chemistry of dealing and growing were in his blood. Buy for a dollar, sell for two wasn't too complicated. It became a lot less complicated when his seed money came from stick-ups, shakedowns and the threat of his physicality and brutality being visited on their person. School might not have been for him, might not have mattered for him, and he might not have been able to remember her major or what she was going to school for, but he took his time reading over every course title and grade so that she knew that the results mattered to him.

"Good job, hermana, I'm so proud." He told her before kissing her on the forehead and giving her one last squeeze before finally releasing her and turning his attention to her "friend."

"It's a pleasure to meet you Senora Reyes. Chico, Arabella." 'JB' greeted them in Spanish, gave Miranda a respectful hug, 'bela a chaste look, and he shook Chico's hand with a firm grip. both men were measuring the other up. JB was being respectful about it but it was the truth, Chico was the closest thing to a father that Este had, Este was Chico's baby sister, there were plenty of tensions that were going to bleed through in this first meet even if they were not both the type of men that they were. Being the type of men that they were there were other considerations as well. JB was a fresh member of a club that his uncle had been a president of, that had fought alongside Los Vagos so many times over the years. Chico was a primera, the heir to the throne, and a man with serious cajones in El Norte.

There was something about this biker's face and smile that Chico did not particularly like, it was too similar to someone else's but Chico couldn't quite place it. Some fuck who had cut him in line up the coast or some other bullshit. Still, Chico owed this man a big deal for taking care of Este and getting here so quickly. Something that Este was smart to point out. Though, JB did not quite hide the way that his cheeks twitched when Miranda brought up white people. Twice. Though Chico doubted that anyone but him noticed.

"You fucking my sister, cabron?" Chico asked while their knife hands were still wrapped together. Loud enough for everyone to here the machismo the shorter man was carrying in his broad shoulders and big balls.

"Every chance I get, carnal." JB responded, matching Chico's energy and boldness. This was a first impression and the biker had two things to say in this moment that they all could here. Firstly, that he was willing to be pacific and respectful, treating them like family from the start simply because they were Este's family. Second, he could not give less of a fuck about keeping shit secret when they all already had made the assumption about them from first blush. There might be a thousand reasons he had given why the opposite was true, but who ever expected men like them to tell the truth about what they would say until the moment itself came.

The tension held between the two men for a moment, whether they were about to fuck or fight was anyone's guess, until they both laughed (not a full laugh but one that meant neither of them would die tonight) and slapped each other on the back.

"Let's party!" Chico shouted, grabbing his baby mama with one arm and his mother with the other as they stepped into the compound to make their grand entrance.

 

[Daleeria]

Este loved her brother, and for all of his faults and all of the tension between them, she would kill for him. It had never been her intention to be the constant salt in his wounds growing up until she had hit her teen years and he was the only male figure she had to rebel against. It was unspoken that Chico was the main reason she booked it out of Haven City as soon as she could after high school; she had already one upped him by graduating in the first place, but that wasn't enough. She needed to be away from the place where her evil festered.

See there was one, singular truth that she had only ever admitted out loud to Jesus one night while flying high and talking about family drama after another over-the-phone argument with Miranda about not taking a three day weekend off to come home and visit Chico. It was a fundamental truth that she wasn't even sure others had realized, but she had recognized when she was younger: Estella and Francisco Reyes were cut from the same damn cloth. If Este had ever wanted to, she was certain she could have sold drugs and been one of the Savages that backed some powerful man. All the princess had ever needed to do was to show interest in the family business, and she would have been amazing at it. The family would have been secure in the knowledge that there was always a bread winner. Hell, maybe then she and Chico would have been closer... Dealing, stealing and wheeling together on the block now that he was back.

That monster terrified her though. It was unpredictable. Violent. Destructive. Self-destructive sometimes too... Este shivered a bit at the thought.

Three sets of pretty eyes landed on the grip between the two men, their Latino machismo making Este nauseated and turning Bela on in the right ways. Miranda was ready to break up a fight if need be. All of them on edge, all of them waiting for how this would blow over. The two younger women relaxed instantly as Chico and JB traded a laugh and a slap on the back. Miranda stayed tense until Chico wrapped his arms around his mother and the mother of his children, and Este dragged behind by five paces with JB with his arm around her shoulder.

Este hadn't been back since earlier in the summer when she had packed her stuff in her car and started her tour down the coast for universities, but naught had changed in this little world of theirs. It felt like home.

"Come on, lets grab some beer. I can introduce you after everyone gets in their greetings and hugs," she grinned at JB and lead him away from the crowd, for the first time in their 'friendship' not intending to sneak him out back to fuck instead of respecting the hosts.

---

Bela wrapped her arm around Chico as they strode into the compound, the newly free man looking good with two gorgeous women on his arm. However, it wouldn't be long before she separated from him so that the Day Ones and the extended family could have full access to tight bear hugs and loud Spanish greetings. Everyone always seemed to think of her as some selfish whore, when she was just out here doing the best she could with a hand of cards she had chosen for herself against better judgement.

This was her home though, these were her people, and considering she was the one Chico had come home to, she hoped that meant that maybe this time would be a little different. Of course, she didn't expect him to stop bouncing beds. She knew there was a chance she'd end up pregnant side by side with some other dumb bitch at some point in the next year or two. Chico had a bad track record of devaluing her pregnancies by immediately emptying his balls into the next cunt enough times to end up owing child support.

Bela found herself a nice spot where she could watch everyone swarm Chico while Samuel and Alejandra came running over to complain about something or another.

---

Luisa was one of the first in that line of well wishers. "Sup, asshole, good to see you in one piece," she hugged him tight. Sure, she had no intention of ever being his fuck toy again, but he was still the father of her only son, and he had done right by them while up the coast. Luisa had a standing invitation to Sunday dinners at Miranda's. Seb was only a little over six and he was already up to her hip and looking like a little man already.

Maria approached Chico with Viejo and little Cisco in her arms. Chico's third son was squirming and annoyed that his mother had dragged him away from playing cops and robbers with some of his friends. "Mama, I was about to catch Juanito!" he complained before looking at his father in exasperation, as if he knew Chico would understand how important that was! "Welcome home, papa! Did you beat anyone up!?"

Miranda laughed. Cisco had the makings of a future gangster; while not the brightest crayon in the box, he was good with numbers, and he was already talking about where his brand would go when he was a man. Alejandra also had the makings of greatness should she turn to a life of crime; she was beautiful and smart as a whip. It was no wonder Bela had a hard time handling the strength of personality in Chico's only daughter.

 

[CyranoDeBergerac]

Familia es muy importante.

Those were the words that Anita Reyes had drilled into the heads of every single one of hers sons, and their wives, and their children, and anybody who would listen when she was laying down the law for the better part of a century. It had been those four words that brought Los Vagos and La Reyes Familia through the dark times of the 1960's, where most of the founding men were up the coast or in Vietnam, their women needed to raise their children alone or with strangers, and the best that Anita had to keep the streets their own was a pimp from the south named Machado.

There was nothing more important than your family, and you needed to do anything and everything in your power to protect them. It was something that Chico had understood in his bones and in his blood since the day that he became the man of the house, but it was not somethin that he truly understood in his mind until the day he came back down the coast. Everyone who came to that party that day at least gave a little bit of a damn about him and his well-being. It was not a feeling that Chico was used to outside of his day ones, and maybe a little bit with his mother and 'bela.

Fuck, even Luisa showed up, and she was looking fine as hell. His hands most definitely wandered and pressed her closer when the opportunity for a long hug appeared. He was more respectful with Maria. A kiss on the lips and his hand staying above her ass was the best that the former Reyes family babysitter received from the man who had made her a teen mom. She and Viejo looked good together, and it was not like he could just put her on a shelf to look at and be happy that he possessed. Instead, he dolled out his attention on his third son, kissing his cheeks and rocking him in his arms. Giving him more attention in a few moments than he ahd been able to give him all of his life. There was something in the two Franciscos that understood each other, demon blood recognized demon blood one might say.

When Chico finally put his son down it was with encouragement to go out and spread terror to little girls, laughing as his child sped off to do his bidding. He had no idea how much that moment would define their relationship by the time that the boy was grown.

Still there were more people. His cousins, his crew, people who he knew and who wore the colors and the brand but who were not 'truly' his family. Not before today at least. Chcio memorized every face, every name, and ever beautiful woman as the parade of greetings and congratulations flowed through the night. Making note of the girls with the LBS lipstick and nail polish on, all of those crazy mujers who had grown up admiring his grandmother and had decided that they wanted to emulate her by giving up their lives for the sisterhood and for their brothers and boyfriends in Los Vagos. There was a swarm of them standing beside the food table, yapping at each other about this or that as Chico made his way to where 'bela was and sat down beside her, greasy burrito between his fingers and a Modelo resting beside her toes.

"How fucked it is that I can't remember which of them I've raped?" Chico asked his 'bela, knowing that she would only give honest answers as his eyes surveyed the crowd, looking for one whore he had not embraced yet, but he knew would be there. You never forgot your first, even if you were a monster.

 

[Daleeria]

"Eh, that's the problem with doing as much coke as we usually do, Papi. Hard to remember what happened the next day, much less five or six years later," Bela didn't seem plussed by his statement at all, as if knowing he probably raped at least half of them was just a fact of the life they lived. "She's probably gonna be late, Armando been working her like a bitch lately. Guess she pissed him off big time a couple weeks back."

Bela knew who he was looking for. She was also certain that Rina Alejo was the next cunt he'd stick his dick in when he got the chance. There was history there, and Rina never turned down a chance to openly fuck Chico within catching distance of his blonde baby mama. The two bitches had never gotten along, not when Bela had what Rina desperately wanted. The only issue? Rina's body wasn't hers to give away. Her brother had sold it to Armando, and there were some fights Chico didn't need to pick. Especially not with his cousin's day one.

And Bela wasn't wrong. It was nearly twilight when Rina came strutting in looking like the casual whore she was in an orange bikini top and a white mini skirt. "Chiiiicooooo!" the hyperactive whore drew attention wherever she went, shamelessly beelining for the only man she had ever actually had feelings for. The day Chico had brought Bela around with that property brand, Rina had broken Rina even further than her pimp could have wished for.

The red head side eyed Bela openly as she interrupted a dance Chico was having with Luisa, cutting in with tequila on her face and a coke high in her eyes. "Welcome home, Papi, I see you beat your dumb bitch good, got enough steam to beat my cervix next?" there was no mistaking what was on her brazen little freaky mind.

Este was sitting in JB's lap and gagged before turning her attention to his. "You don't touch that one or I'll make sure you don't have a dick for any other bitch to touch, got it?" it was less a real threat and more of a warning.

 

[CyranoDeBergerac]

What gangbanger did not love a shameless whore? Somebody who they could use and abuse however they wanted without ever feeling like the bad guy that they knew they were because 'well look at her! Look at what she's wearing! The cunt was begging for it!' The old Chico, a Chico who had not just spent the last five years satisfying himself with prison pussy and hook-ups and hand jobs in visitation would have leapt at the idea of fucking that rancid pussy. There was a reason why 'bela and Luisa both needed to deal with cold sores after he kncoked them up and that reason was a redheaded Alejo, There were other things on his mind though than some coked up sex with Armando's sloppy seconds.

When he had gone up the coast Chico had been little more than a stupid thug, thinking that that was the same thing as being El Santo or El Rojo, the type of monster that the street trembled in front of and who could walk up to a citizen in broad daylight and cut them down however he preferred. That was not who Chico was though, and he knew now that it was not who he was going to be until he put serious work into making sure that his cojones were in order. People needed to know that he was more than just a cholo, that he was somebody important to be respected.

Right now, all that Chico could see when he looked at the woman who would be the woman to hold his hand on his death bed was cheap cunt and Armando's smile. He had never liked Armando, even as a child. Sure, he was one of Cesar's day ones, sure he was the grandson of an OG and his family had been putting money in the Reyes pockets for as long as they had been in Haven City, but Chico knew that Armando would never do anything that was in his interests. He wasn't one of his day ones and he always had that ambitious looks in his eyes. Interrupting his dance with Luisa and 'bela Chico grabbed hold of Rina's throat and swung her around, pushing her close so that he could whisper in her face and then pushing her away knowing that every person at this party viewed her as trash that could be dealt with however you wished.

"List here you wasted cunt," He growled at her in hateful Spanish. "Go shake your cheap ass on a corner on Ranchero, when I want to put my money and my dick I'll come and find you." Chico told her, looking her right in her faded eyes before pushing her away from him and wrapping one arm around Luisa's shoulders and one around 'bela's, having lost his taste for dancing in the moment.

"What's the beef?" The biker asked his ride or die, resting his plate of food on her thigh while drinking one of the Mexican beers they had on offer.

 

[Daleeria]

Este looked at JB with a joint hanging out of her mouth and her hand on his thigh before sharply laughing. The list of dramas and beefs that Rina had was too long for her to go over in one night. Este had been watching that train wreck her whole life.

"Do you remember that pimp Armando I told you about a while back? That's one of his top bitches. She's fucked pretty much every Vagos in La Libertad and a scary chunk of the rest of the barrio too... List of addictions and diseases as long as my fucking legs," the college girl snorted while watching Chico and two of his baby mamas walk away from an infuriated Rina. Este seemed amused to watch the red haired whore simmer. "And she wants everything Bela has, and thinks Bela wastes the life Chico has offered her. Problem is that my bro is an abusive piece of shit to his bitches so really it's a losing game no matter which whore comes out on top."

It was clear Este didn't have much taste for this particular world by the way she kept her distance and stayed by his side instead of dancing and bickering with her family. While it was good to see Chico alive, a huge part of her wanted to beg JB to get back on the bike in the morning and get the fuck out of Haven City as fast as they could.

While Este was giving JB the DL on the current scene, Bela was wrapping her arm behind Chico's back and flipping Rina off as they moved away to the head table. "Hungry, Papi?" she kissed his cheek, not being perverse while offering to grab him another plate of all the homemade food he missed out on while up the coast. She was happy to serve him for all to see, to act like nothing was amiss these long five years. There'd be time to slut it up, when the kids weren't suddenly swarming Chico for attention.

Luisa looked a bit impressed as she followed her baby daddy and her childhood neighbor. "Damn, never thought I'd see the day you turned Rina Alejo down!" she teased him, giggling and drunk as she sat next to him. "Prison got you to grow up a little, huh? Almost has me reconsidering never fucking you again!"

Luisa was proud of the changes she saw in him. The maturity, even if it wasn't as much as he needed. He seemed calmer. Still, even with that, Luisa had no intention of being his victim. She had too much self love and pride in herself. Seb would remain her only child for now.

Ale went running over to her tía, rudely moving JB's food onto his own lap so that she could climb up and take up the same space. Her brown eyes judging the man that had brought Este back home as if she was judging his soul. "I'm Alejandra," finally she introduced herself to JB after deeming him worthy of being in her breathing space before turning her eyes to her auntie. "Tia, Sammy said girls can't have guns is that true?"

The brothers were running around shooting nerf guns at each other and the little girls around their age, being little terrors together in brotherly fashion. Ale looked angry. She wanted to be one of them. Este smiled. "Tia will get you the biggest nerf gun there is and then you can show them all why Reyes girls shouldn't have guns."
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Rina stared at the retreating three, knowing damn well she couldn't lash out in public. To throw a tantrum at a family event was equal to signing a death warrant. As much as Miranda abstained from violence, even she wasn't above putting a bullet in a whore's head for ruining her son's mood.

The years Chico had been inside took their toll on Rina. It wasn't that she needed him or anything, but she had feelings that had only grown more toxic watching Bela live in their world and raise children she didn't deserve. Rina *wanted* Chico. She wanted everything Bela had, and even though she was a cracked out piece of cunt at this point in her life, she was convinced she'd be a better bride for the prince. Bela didn't earn that brand. Rina wanted to skin it off of the blonde bitch's belly.

Meanwhile, the man that owned her was a piece of shit, her father had been killed by the 91er that stole Cia from their family, and none of Chico's babies were hers.

Rina was on a losing streak, but she had no intention of letting that go on for too much longer as she stalked away from the party to go stab another hooker in a back alleyway just for kicks.