MAYANS MC - EZ Reyes x OC

HAUNTED

Season One - Episode One

Elena Losa rode down the mostly deserted two lane highway between Santo Padre and Las Vegas at breakneck speed. She was on her way to rescue her big brother's crew from an ambush.

"Losa," She answered her buzzing cell phone.

"Cual es tu ETA?" What's your ETA? Bishop asked, his voice sounded strained.

Elena sighed, glancing over at the mile marker. "Diez minutos, hermano." Ten minutes, brother.

"Piénsalo, hermana." Step on it, sister. Bishop insisted. The call was disconnected.

Elena dropped her phone in frustration. She couldn't help that Bishop took the prospect with him, leaving her at the clubhouse all alone. She had to load spare tires and tools into the truck all by herself. It was a miracle she hadn't just told him to go fuck himself.

Not that she'd really mean it, anyway. Bishop and Elena had been through hell and back together. After both their parents ended up in jail, they went to live with their cousin Marcus Alvarez and his family when Elena was still in diapers. Ten years may separate them, but that was about it. They were still thick as thieves, remaining very close.

The miles passed and Elena roared onto the chaotic scene. The box truck was on its side, almost turned over on its roof. It was burning, completely engulfed in flames. That'll be a total loss, Elena thought as she pulled past the wreckage and backed up so the guys could access the back of the truck. She jumped down from the cab and strode to the back, climbing up on the tailgate to unlock the doors.

EZ Reyes shouldn't have be surprised that their savior was El Presidente's kid sister, Elena. She knew the life, inside and out. She basically ran the clubhouse and scrap yard, and had recently taken the part time bookkeeping position at Pop's butcher shop. She was also notoriously straight laced. Always cleaning up messes, hardly ever making any of her own. Rumor had it, every man in the MC had at least attempted to get her to tumble into bed with them. Who could blame them? She might be 'off limits', but she was absolutely gorgeous. Long, dark caramel waves, a firm, but curvy build with ink marking her forearms and collarbone. Her eyes were lighter than her brothers but still flashed with whatever emotion she was feeling at the moment. Her wit and sense of humor was crass in all the right ways and she was a fucking saint when and where it counted.

EZ was sure there was another angle in having Elena close to his Pop. Angel had set the whole thing up, claiming it was gift from the club. The whole affair caused his hackles to raise and he couldn't shake the uneasy feeling she gave him. Her smile was always warm and her words soft, but direct. Her eyes never lied, he was sure she couldn't help but wear her heart on her sleeve, the one thing that drove her hermano crazy. EZ was drawn to her, wanted to know more about her and he hadn't felt that way about someone since Emily. Emily. He thought. God, if you could only see me now.

"Ayuda a la mujer, prospect." Help the woman, prospect. Bishop ordered, taking a tire iron from Elena's outstretched hand. EZ nodded and stepped forward, grabbing the tires Elena was rolling out the back of the truck. She even looked like one of them, dark jeans and boots topped off by a long sleeve shirt pushed to her elbows and a leather vest.

Everyone set to work getting the bikes put back together. A flatbed arrived for the box truck and Elena instructed the driver to take the smoking hunk of metal to the scrap yard. EZ crouched down to change the tire on a bike when he caught a glimpse of Elena's exposed lower back.

Elena was on one knee, changing the rear tire on Bishop's bike. Her leather vest rode up, exposing the tribal tattoo on her lower back. The tattoo symbolized her status as an Old Lady for the club, which usually meant that she was off limits. The only hiccup? Her Old Man was doing two consecutive life sentences without parole in Stockton State Prison.

"Yo! EZ!" Angel shouted in a whisper crouching next to him to lift the new tire into place. "¿Estás mirando a la hermana del presidente?" You making eyes at the President's sister?

"Jesus, man!" EZ whispered back, "¿Crees que tengo un deseo de muerte?" You think I got a death wish? His eyes found Bishop who was crouched on the other side of his own bike, helping his sister finish attaching the new tire. EZ looked quickly away, training his eyes back on his task at hand.

"Ella es hermosa." She is beautiful, Angel remarked, earning an elbow jab from EZ. "La edad correcta también." Right age too, Angel continued. He clicked his tongue, "If you can get past that tat." He said pointedly before standing up. EZ pursed his lips and wondered briefly if she regretted the tat now that her Old Man was inside for life.

It took almost an hour and a lot of wrenching to put the MC back on the road. Three bikes needed new two new tires and the other two got off with just a few scratches and one spare tire each. With Creeper shot, it was impossible for Elena fit back in the truck with him, Gilly and the other two men in the cab.

"Bishop, he's the only one with a bitch seat." Elena explained, nodding to the Prospect perched on his bike. EZ avoided eye contact as he buckled his helmet, but she knew he was paying attention to their conversation. He was smart, observant. Just the person she'd been looking for.

"No eres su perra, hermana." You're not his bitch, sister. Bishop insisted.

Elena ignored his concern. "Tenemos que irnos, Galindo te estará esperando." We need to go, Galindo will be waiting. She reminded her brother, taking a step back. "Estaré bien." I'll be fine.

Bishop grunted and turned away from her, walking over to his bike. "Vamos a lanzar." Let's roll out. He instructed, mounting his bike.

Elena jogged over to EZ's bike,"Scoot up, boy scout." She ordered, straddling the bike behind him. He glanced back at her, ready to protest, but he realized the cab to the truck was full with Gilly, Riz, Coco and the wounded Creeper. He slid up and she settled down, knees hugging his hips with one hand to steady herself resting on his shoulder. He brought the bike to life and followed his new famillia into the night.

Elena slid off his bike once he brought it to a stop and EZ immediately missed her warmth. He swallowed against the lump of conflicting emotions in his throat and set his bike. Elena was already across the warehouse lot, helping Creeper down from the cab of the truck.

Miguel Galindo smiled when he saw Elena's dark caramel waves come into view. "Elena," He breathed. "Eres una vision." You are a vision.

Elena settled Creeper into a chair with Gilly's help and stepped forward to embrace Miguel. "Hola, Miguel." He kissed both her cheeks and held her at arms length for a moment.

"Hermana al rescate, ¿eh?" Sister to the rescue, eh? He smirked, wiping away a smudge of dirt from her cheek.

Elena gave him a small smile. "Siempre," Always, She nodded, "Te dejo caballeros a tu negocio." I'll leave you gentlemen to your business. She took a step back, catching eyes with her brother. He nodded to her and she left the warehouse main floor. She didn't leave the warehouse completely, she snuck around the corner to press herself silently against a chain link fence just out of sight but still within earshot.

EZ turned his head to the left at a small sound in the shadows. He locked eyes with Elena who was pressed up against a chain link fence. She brought up her pointer finger to her lips and gave him a wink. He looked casually back at Galindo as to not draw attention to her hiding spot. The little minx was crafty, he'd give her that.

The crew was having trouble identifying their attackers. So despite his reservation, EZ spoke up. He identified one of the assailants as having a tribal lettering tattoo on his wrist, BTT.

"Base Town Tribe." Bishop mused, confirming the identity of their attackers as the Samoans.

Galindo tasked them with finding Afa and bringing him in for a little chat. He swept from the room, and Elena held her position. Bishop stepped forward and decked EZ in the jaw, knocking him to the ground. Elena covered her mouth in surprise and to hide her grin of amusement. She knew her brother was just putting the Prospect in his place, but he took it like a fucking champ. Elena had seen enough so she slunk back outside towards the box truck so she wouldn't be caught eavesdropping.

Angel helped EZ to his feet and he glanced over to where Elena had been hiding. The space was empty. He wondered if she'd witnessed her brother knocking him to the ground. His pride hoped not. He felt a pang in his chest at her absence, but it was quickly swept away with the next task at hand. He stepped forward to help get Creeper to the doctor.

Bishop tossed Elena keys to the box truck since Angel, Coco, EZ and Gilly were all taking Creeper across the border to their club doctor. She found herself a little disappointed she wouldn't get to ride on the back of the prospect's bike again. Surprised by her feelings, she pushed them away, focusing on getting the cargo back to the warehouse in once piece.

The doorbell to Pop's chimed, causing Elena to glance up from her computer screen. A relatively attractive man with a deep brown beard entered the shop and approached the counter. She reached for her almost cold cup of coffee and took a large gulp, grimacing against the bitter taste. Pop tensed the moment the man walked in, so Elena knew something was up. She took another gulp of coffee, finishing off the cup.

The man ordered some flank steak, and pulled out his wallet to pay. Elena almost spit out her coffee when she saw the ID inside the man's wallet. The DEA was shopping at Pop's butcher shop? That was one hell of a coincidence given their last H shipment had been jacked. She looked quickly back at her computer screen when the man looked her way. EZ Reyes was definitely in deep shit. The fucking DEA? Her mind screamed. They had enough trouble with the goddamn Cartel. How was she going to break this to Angel? He'd feel so betrayed.

"Keep it." The DEA agent insisted before turning and leaving the shop, package in hand.

Elena swiveled her laptop to catch Pop's reflection over her shoulder. He opened the bill in his hands and a small blue note was folded inside it. Her blood ran cold. EZ was feeding the DEA information on the club. He was a fucking rat. She had to get to him before Angel revealed their secret and brought him up to speed about the rebels. Angel had talked to her about bringing EZ into the ranks regarding working with the rebels to bring down the Cartel and ultimately free the club from its terrible grip.

She had been hesitant at first to even allow Angel to work his angle without Bishop's knowledge. But after hearing him out, she knew that it was the right move to ensure a future for the club. Bishop was too proud to ask for help and Angel insisted he alone would take the fall if this blew up in their faces. She would have been in regardless of the consequences. She would do anything to save her brother and club she loved from certain death under the Cartel's cruel thumb.

Now Angel wanted to bring EZ into the fold, he was uncomfortable lying to him. Elena understood that since she regularly omitted details to Bishop, right to his face sometimes. Angel had to know what EZ was up to. She knew that his sudden release was a little too good to be true. The cop may have been dirty, but cop killers just didn't go free without strings being attached. Especially when those cop killers have a brother in a motorcycle club connected to the Galindo Cartel.

How could she have been so stupid? She'd fucking fantasized about the man, imagined what it'd be like to ride his fucking cock and he was a rat. How was she going to handle this? Did she confront Pop? Did she wait for EZ to show his face and confront him directly? What could he do to her really, she was the princess of the MC.

"¿Todo bien?" Everything okay? Pop asked behind her. She jumped and realized she'd crumpled her coffee cup in her fist resting on the table top.

Elena nodded, releasing the smashed paper cup. She swallowed hard. "Tú dime, viejo." You tell me, old man.

Pop's eyes widened slightly, but his usual scowl remained in place. He strode over to the front door and turned over the sign to 'Closed' and locked the door. He heaved a sigh, studying her a moment. "Quiere encontrarse cara a cara." He wants to meet face to face.

Elena was speechless. This man did know who she was, right? Pop sat down in the chair opposite of her. She slowly closed her laptop. "¿Esta noche?" Tonight? She asked quietly, crossing her arms.

Pop nodded. "Si." Yes, He confirmed.

"Llamarlo." Call him, Elena instructed. "Prepararlo." Set it up.

Pop pursed his lips. Then he pulled out his flip phone and Elena grabbed it from his palm. She flipped through until she found EZ's contact and hit the dial button, handing it back to the old man.

Elena felt like she was going to be sick when she heard EZ answer on the other end. He sounded out of breath, like he was in the middle of something.

Pop relayed the information and EZ explained he'd be there as soon as he wrapped something up. Pop ended the call and set the phone on the table.

"Sé sobre Ángel y los rebeldes que trabajan contra el Cartel.." I know about Angel and the rebels working against the Cartel. Elena murmured in a deadly voice. Pop didn't flinch, but she did see recognition flicker in his eyes. "Al menos estoy dispuesto a escuchar su explicación antes de cortar su lengua de rata mentirosa y presentarla al Presidente en bandeja de plata." I'm at least willing to hear his explanation before I cut out his lying rat tongue and present it to The President on a silver platter.

Pop nodded once. "Gracias," Thank you.

Elena bent and picked up her computer bag and packed up her things. "I'll be back tonight."

Pop sighed and got up to let her out the locked door. She swept from the shop and headed back to her small flat a few doors down.

After a fitful power nap, Elena dressed in all black and checked the clock. It was just after 10pm. She grabbed a granola bar and headed outside for her car. Bishop gifted her a midnight black Dodge Challenger for her birthday two years ago. He didn't say how he'd gotten the money, and frankly, she didn't ask. She'd just accepted the gift. It came in handy for instances like this. The heavily tinted windows weren't just protection from the Santo Padre sun. They were great cover for stake outs.

Elena sat across the street from the butcher shop a few spaces down from the store front. A half hour into her stake out, the DEA agent showed and Pop let him in. A half hour after that EZ's bike roared down the street and he backed it in out front of the shop. Pop appeared again to let him in and she waited. After ten minutes, she decided to get a better vantage point.

Elena slunk down the sidewalk, ducking behind a truck when the DEA agent suddenly reemerged from the shop. Well, that didn't last long, she mused. After the agent got into his truck and drove away Elena jogged down the sidewalk and stopped in front of the butcher shop. The door had been left unlocked.

"Pop, I gotta go." EZ insisted. The door chimed and both men looked up.

"No," Elena shook her head, holding up a pistol and cocking it for good measure. "You don't."

EZ's eyes widened as he instinctively stepped in front of his father, hands up in a surrender gesture.

"Hey," EZ soothed. "You can have whatever you want, man."

Elena chuckled, pulling down her hood to reveal her identity.

"E-Elena?" EZ stammered, his face turning pale.

"I don't know if I should be more offended that you think I'm a guy, or that you're a fucking rat." She laughed cruelly. "I told Pop I'd listen to you explain the fucking DEA in your humble little butcher shop the day after our shipment of H gets jacked," She motioned for him to sit at the table. "Then I'll decide if I still need to chop out your lying rat tongue and present it to my brother on a fucking silver platter or not."

EZ swallowed hard. He glanced back at his father. The man nodded and EZ felt himself relax a little. At least she hadn't threatened to hurt his Pop. He was still learning what these criminals were capable of.

"E-Elena." EZ stammered. "I-I have to go meet Angel-"

Elena took a deep breath and let it out her nose. "And I fucking need an explanation, Prospect." She motioned again to the table. "Sit. Now.'

EZ sighed and sat in the chair. Elena sat opposite of him, keeping the gun trained on him.

"I made a deal." EZ murmured, eyes leveling with hers. He looked ashamed, almost like he felt guilty for taking the deal in the first place.

Elena nodded, "Go on."

EZ glanced back at his Pop. "I made a deal with the DEA to feed them information on the Galindo Cartel." He leaned forward. "Nothing touches the MC or my family, only the Cartel."

Elena's mind raced. Information on Galindo? So he wasn't ratting on the MC? She scoffed, "And you really think they'll honor those terms?"

EZ scoffed back, "Yeah, why wouldn't they?"

Elena rolled her eyes, He was so fucking naive. "Oh, I don't know. You're a fucking cop killer for starters-"

"It's a fucking legal contract, okay?!" He exploded, getting to his feet. Elena hopped up and held the gun out in front of her stopping his advance. "I signed the damn thing and they let me out, alright?" He took a quick breath, "I help bring down the Cartel, I get out for good, get my life back."

Elena could feel he was telling the truth. Her brother always said she had a knack for seeing the truth. "Okay, okay." She soothed, uncocking the gun and stashing it in her waistband. "Say I believe you, what happens if you don't deliver, you get more heart to hearts with Adam Levine?" She asked, referring to the in person he just had with the DEA agent.

EZ's lips twitched, and he licked his lips to hide his smirk of amusement. When she wasn't waving a gun in his face, Elena Losa was quite attractive, especially when she was protecting her family. "Give me a couple of hours and I'll explain the whole thing to you, start to finish."

Elena opened her mouth to protest, but thought better of it. She wanted to warn Angel, but the more she mulled it over, did he need to bear this burden too? "Okay." She relented, taking a step back. "You get done with your errand with Angel and you come straight to my place."

EZ knew where she lived since he was always tasked with seeing her home after club parties. EZ nodded. "As soon as I'm free."

Elena smirked and pulled her hood up. "Te veo mañana por la tarde, Pop." See you tomorrow afternoon, Pop. With that she turned and left the shop, heading back to her beloved car.

EZ shook his head. "Lamento haberte metido en esto, Pop." I'm sorry I got you into this, Pop.

"No lamentes la necesidad de tu familia," Don't be sorry for needing your family. Pop smiled wistfully. "La sangre es sangre." Blood is blood.

"Gotta go, Pop." EZ returned his smile briefly before Pop let him out of his shop and back into the night.

Dearest Readers,

I thoroughly enjoyed the first season of Mayans MC. Kurt Sutter delivers a great family drama with a similar feel to SOA without seeming like a sequel. I'm really intrigued by EZ's character and wanted to write a fic with a love interest other than Emily for him. I'm sure it's been done, but I wanted to see if I could craft a character that could be inserted into the existing Mayans MC world and work with EZ. We'll see how it goes.

Thanks for reading and reviewing. Always good to hear from you.

xoxo

Lumora The White