A.N. I know this is a pairing that I might catch hate for. The age difference is definitely on my radar. I do feel like in the show there is a little bit of a spark there though. In my eyes EZ is a little bit emotionally stunted compared to his peers. He has after all been in prison for the entirety of his adult life. Leticia is the exact opposite, she has had to live well beyond her years for a significant period of time. Not to mention I can see Leticia really thriving off the compassion and effort EZ puts into others, while EZ can learn from Leticia when it comes to survival.

Throughout this story there will be some heavy sexual themes, some of which may be triggering. This story is rated M for a reason. Now you've all been warned. That being said, I don't own Mayans MC or any of Kurt Sutter's characters I just enjoy using my imagination concerning them.

Ezekiel's P.O.V.

There is a split second when reality doesn't register when experiencing something unimaginable. The world drowns out, the light amplifies just a tad, and you process things in slow motion. EZ knew this feeling wasn't just a phenomenon, he'd experienced it before. He felt it when he found his mother, laying in a pool of her own blood. He felt it when his ex slammed a little black and white picture down on the prison visitor's table. He felt it most of all when he pulled the trigger of an old 44 caliber revolver.

He also felt it now, sitting across from a DEA agent he didn't even remember being related to him, as he dictated to EZ how his life was "over but didn't have to be forever…if only they could work something out."

….'¡No mames!...where was that sentiment 7 years ago, primo?' EZ barely manages to not roll his eyes at the offer.

"I want to talk to my pop." He interrupted the man he only knew from photos as KJ.

"Mira wey, this is prison... it ain't phone a friend." KJ replied

"I want to talk to my pop, or I ain't signing shit...dude…" EZ replied sarcastically.

"Your call primo, I will see what I can do."

"Do that…" EZ said and stood from the table indicating the meeting to be over. If he were being honest, he had no intention of leaving prison.

If prison was good for one thing it was teaching you your life was inconsequential unless you learned from your past. EZ had learned many things since entering Stockton State Prison 7 years ago. He had learned he knew almost nothing while he was in high school even though he was in the top 5% of his class, and had received an academic and a sports scholarship to several California State Schools. He learned that having a photographic memory was much more useful than the "fun party trick" his old friends had referred to it as. He had learned that people lived day to day trying to survive not thrive and that thriving was somewhat self-indulgent. He also learned that everyone leaves you in the end, except your family. He knew what KJ wanted. He wanted Galindo. The problem was the only way to get to Galindo was for EZ to go through the MC, and the MC meant to go through his brother, Angel, and that wasn't something he was willing to do. So, he wasn't intending to leave this hellhole until he was grey, and in his 40's. He knew what his pop would say, 'Blood will always land on blood.' and EZ would land on blood.

Leticia's P.O.V.

When the world slows down, and the ringing in your ears is deafening, and your breathing is all you can feel; when you're numb for just a moment until all sensation hits you in the most painful way, that is what being punched in the face by a 220 lb man is like when you're 5'1 and a 105 lbs. It is not even registering the pain in your face because you are so stunned by the way your brain bounces around in your skull that you can't even remember what pain means. Leticia knew this feeling well. She wasn't even old enough to legally drive a car until tomorrow, but apparently she was old enough to know that using the money, she had just made at the Santo Padre motel an hour ago, to eat before bringing the full haul to Alberto was a mortal sin. This wasn't even his house! She had no idea how he could demand she pay him rent money when he was crashing in her mom's place?

"Leti! Levántate, pinche perra!" Alberto raged from somewhere above her.

She fucking hated being called Leti. It reminded her of every bad thing that had ever happened to her.

It wasn't always like this, she wasn't always like this. Sure, Celia wasn't a good mom but she used to be better. She would come home late, or sometimes not at all but she always asked Leticia about school, or her friends, she always left money for food if she went out, and she always smiled at her. But something happened when Celia started dating her boyfriend before Alberto. His name was Mani, and Leticia used to wish he would marry her mom. Mani was so... nice; he was smart, and caring, and he treated her mom so well, and he treated Leticia like a daughter, not like some extra pet living in the second bedroom.

The longer Mani was around however, the more Celia started to look at Leticia like she was wrong in every way. When she was 13 the comments started, first they were little, like maybe her mom was just in a bad mood and had been pushed the wrong way…

'You would know that if you ever fucking listened, Leticia!' 'Of course you don't understand, Leticia, why would I think you would?' 'Is it honestly too much to ask for you to be at least average Leticia?'

Then they escalated…

'Eres un piche idiota, Leticia!' 'I never wanted you Leticia.' 'You ruined everything, Leticia.'

Until one day she couldn't remember a time when her mother hadn't called her a whore with every word she could think of, until all her mom said to her was...

'Shut up before I put you out.' 'Callate pinche puta before I give you to someone who will know how to use your mouth for better things.'

The problem was Leticia wasn't an idiot or below average, she was smart, but she was the kind of smart that knew they were smart. So she answered these comments instead of just putting her head down and taking them. It was like she couldn't help herself. She knew they would end in getting slapped, or thrown, or shaken, maybe even kicked as Celia had demonstrated a few times when drunk, but she just couldn't keep her mouth shut.

By the time Leticia was 14 she hated her mother, but never more than the day Mani left. He left while Leticia was at school, she didn't even get to say goodbye. She knew it was coming, he had been distant with her for a few weeks, almost like he was preparing her for being alone with Celia. He didn't intervene when things got really nasty and he would slip out of the house to go to a bar instead of breaking it up like he had done before. When she got home he hadn't even left a note for her mother. Instead there was a small scrap of paper with her name written on it laying on the kitchen table. It only had two words, almost unreadable, they were scrawled so quickly.

"¡Aguas mijita!"

'Watch out little one…' Leticia smirked while remembering it now.

Do you think he would have left if he had known that Celia in a rage would drag her to Ronnie, the man Celia worked for, with a smile as she introduced her as 'Leti' and demanded that Ronnie work her willing or not? Do you think he would have left if he would have known that Ronnie would lock her in a room with a 54 year old white trucker to be used like a 'little doll'? She didn't need to guess if he would have left though because she knew, because he did and two years later she was still exactly where he left her, hell.

"LETI...I said get up, you fucking useless cunt!" She remained motionless…'maybe he would go away?' Probably not, but in that moment she was sure of two things.

One, was that blood was a fucking tragic irony, something to make you believe in love but to ultimately teach you everyone leaves you in the end, everyone. The other, was that this was by far the worst birthday she had ever had. Which made her laugh just a little in the saddest sort of way. 'Here is to 16…' she thought right before she got brutally kicked in the ribs.

Translations:

¡No mames!: Damn, no way!

primo: cousin

Mira wey: Hey dude

"Leti! Levántate, pinche perra!": "Leti, get up you fucking bitch!"

'Eres un piche idiota, Leticia!': "You're a fucking idiot, Leticia!"

"Callate pinche puta...": "Shut up you fucking whore..."

"¡Aguas mijita!": "Watch out little one." (affectionate semi/familial endearment)