Inspiration for this chapter (as well as the title) is from the song " Last Request" by Paolo Nutini. Love that song.

Also...there's smut below! You've been warned...

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own OCs and storylines…

She Will Be Loved

Chapter 43: Last Request

By Love Ink

Juice stared at the date on his phone wishing he could be back in Charming instead of in the rain in Tacoma. He was having a decent time on the run. Enjoying getting to know his brothers even if it meant endless teasing and cleaning. At the same time, his mind kept going back to Angela, knowing Raj's birthday meant she was going to be sad all day. Sad, alone, and probably vulnerable. Not a great combination. Frowning, he picked up his phone and dialed her number.

It took a few rings, but she answered. "Hey you," she greeted, sounding happier than he thought she might.

"Hey Angel. How you doin'?"

Angela's soft chuckle made his heart do a little flip. "I'm fine, goofy. Just out with my girls," she answered before he heard a cry of indignation in the background. "And Lino, of course. Don't worry, I didn't forget about you!"

"Oh. Good," he said, watching the rain from his spot underneath the overhang of SAMTAC's clubhouse. "It's raining over here, which sucks 'cause it makes the bikes all muddy and guess who has to clean them?"

"You?" she asked around a laugh. "Careful ridin' in the rain, dude. Not a smart idea."

"I know, I know. Hasn't been rainin' all that long. Just today. Hap said it'll probably clear up 'fore we head home."

Angela chuckled softly. "Hap a weather man now?"

Juice would've loved to see Happy as a weather man. The thought alone was hilarious. He cleared his throat, doing his best to mimic Happy's raspy voice as he said, "Todays weather is going to be rainy and shit."

Her laughter made his heart skip a beat, and he couldn't help but laugh with her. She continued in her own imitation of Happy, "Stay the fuck off the roads and remember, umbrellas are for pussies."

Her impression was spot on, probably from years of imitating her older cousin. "Damn, that's a good one! You are scarily good at that."

"Lifetime of practice," she shot back. "How's the run going?"

"Good, good. We're bringing some toys to kids over at a shelter here. Tig's got this weird thing with dolls so Quinn keeps throwin' one of them at him. It's fuckin' hilarious."

She laughed again. "Aww Quinn is there? Say 'hi' to the big lug for me. Miss that dude."

"Will do. He one of Lena's adopted sons?"

"Uh-huh. She adores him."

"Hap, Quinn, Koz, and you. She's got a brood of badasses."

"You're part of that brood too, goof."

Juice grinned proudly; he loved being included as part of that little family. "Guess so," he agreed on a sigh. "So what're your plans tonight?"

"Not sure, but I'm pretty sure it involves a lot of booze and some cheesy non-romantic movies."

"Fun stuff."

"Mm-hmm," she hummed. The line was quiet for awhile before she sighed. "I called him today. I don't know why or what I was thinking, but I just...I called his number. It um...his parents haven't disconnected it I guess, so I got his damn voicemail. Can you believe that? Why would they keep paying for his phone line?"

Juice grimaced; he could only imagine how hard it was for her to hear Raj's voice knowing he was gone. "I dunno. Maybe they like hearing his voicemail too."

"Yeah, maybe," she agreed, sniffling a bit. "I left a message. Is that dumb?"

He wondered what she'd said in the message. Wondered if it was helpful for her to do that, or if it had made things worse. "Not at all. Think it's a good thing for you to...talk to him, I guess. Get some things off your chest, right?"

"I guess."

"Don't...maybe you should try to think of something else? Maybe like...plan what movie we're gonna watch when I get back?"

Angela chuckled softly. "You back on shadow duty?"

"Hope so. Don't know who else would do it."

"Good. Koz is really bad at it. He makes me follow him. And his taste in movies is shit. You can only watch the Lethal Weapon movies so many times. Miss my other shadow."

Juice grinned; he loved hearing she missed him. "Miss you too, Angel. I'll be home tomorrow, though. Rain or shine."

Angela's warm laugh made his heart skip a beat. "Be careful, goofy. Ride safely, okay?"

"Always, baby," he said, grimacing when he realized what he'd said. "Shit, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"Don't worry about it, goofy. I'll see you tomorrow," she said on another laugh. "Be safe!"

Juice ran a hand over his head. "Y-yeah. I'll see you later." He hung up the phone and smacked himself in the head with the closed phone. He couldn't believe he'd called her 'baby' again. It seemed to be happening more often; he just couldn't help himself. To his surprise, she didn't seem to care. She'd even laughed like it was no big deal. Like she liked it. Maybe...maybe there was still something there. Maybe he hadn't totally blown his chance. When he got back, he was going push a little harder. She and the Mayan clearly weren't working, maybe if he showed her how much better he could treat her, she'd break up with the asshole, and they could finally give a relationship a shot. He just had to work up the nerve to make his move.

Angela appreciated Rosa, Lino, and Vanessa's attempt to distract her. Appreciated that they'd humored her by drinking with her and watching stupid, cheesy movies, but they were passed out now, and she was still very much awake. As much as they'd drank, her friends had been careful about making sure she drank water too, which meant she was more sober than she'd like to be on this night. Slowly, she crept towards the kitchen, knowing there was a half-empty bottle of tequila sitting there. She grabbed two nearby shot glasses and set them on the table, filling them to the rim. "For you, Rajah," she murmured, clinking her glass against the other. "Miss you."

Her hands shook as she reached for the second shot glass, downing it quickly. As she closed her eyes, the image of the car slamming into Raj flashed before them. "Shit," she murmured, a lump forming in her throat. Loneliness sat like an elephant on her chest, making it difficult for her to breathe. Wrapping her arms around herself, she tried to banish away the feeling, but it was no help. The loneliness was overwhelming.

Foregoing the shot-glass, she grabbed the bottle and took a long chug straight from it. She felt it buzz through her veins as her head started spinning. It was helping numb the pain but didn't dispel the loneliness. She knew what would, though.

She could hear Lino snoring from his room and knew she wasn't supposed to leave his apartment for her own safety, but Esai was just a few floors up, and if anyone could protect her, he could. Technically, she wouldn't even be leaving the building, so she wouldn't be breaking any rules. Except the one she'd set for herself. He'd cheated. Fucked another person, and she swore she wouldn't go back to him. Still...she wanted him. Wanted someone to hold her and tell her everything was all right. Someone to make her feel good, feel alive.

"Fuck it," she muttered to herself, grabbing the bottle in her hand, she took another swig as she headed towards the front door. She stumbled to the elevator, the numbers blurring in front of her as she struggled to pick the right one. She walked the familiar path to his apartment and knocked on it a few times, praying he'd be home...and alone.

She could hear him grumbling as he came to the door. "The fuck you..." he started, before he realized who it was, "Angelita? What's goin' on?"

She wasn't expecting the anger that came roaring through her veins at the sight of him, leaving in its wake, an intense desire. Her instincts took over, and she pushed him inside. "Fuck you!" she shouted at him as the door slammed behind her.

"The fuck is the matter with you?" he asked, staggering back.

"Fuck you for hurting me! For cheating!" she said, shoving him again. "I fuckin' trusted you, and you did it again, you fuckin' asshole! Making me love you with your stupid lies! You were supposed to help me feel better!"

Esai looked at her stunned. She went to push him again, and he grabbed her wrist, drawing her in closer to his chest. She struggled against him for a moment, and he let her go. "Said I was sorry!" he exclaimed his face dangerously close to hers.

"Fuck you!" she repeated, pushing him again and again until he was against the wall of his hallway. And then, before she could think twice, she was kissing him, a rough possessive kiss that he returned in kind. He flipped them around, pressing her against the wall, his hips pressed to hers so she could feel his hard length against her. Lust filled her as his lips moved down the column of her neck, his teeth scraping against her skin. She moved a hand into his hair, tugging it almost violently so she could kiss him again as she tangled her leg around his.

His tongue moved into her mouth as she clung to him, her fingernails digging into the skin of his shoulders. He ripped her shirt over her head, tossing it aside before he pulled back a bit. "You want me, chiqui?" he asked, his hands moving between her legs, teasing her through the lace of her panties. "Want me to help you feel better?"

Her breathing was hard as she nodded. A warning bell went off in her head, but she ignored it; she wanted Esai to make her forget all about Raj. Wanted him to make her feel less alone, banish the thoughts in her head with thoughts of him. Make her feel something other than overwhelming sadness and loneliness. "Please," she whimpered, gasping as he applied a little more pressure. "Please, E."

"You got it," he practically growled, grabbing at her hips and lifting her up. "Gonna make you feel so good, baby."

"Protection," she breathed, remembering what happened the last time.

Esai nodded, carrying her over to the couch and laying her down on it. "You got it, mi amor," he said, leaning over to the side table, taking a minute to dig through it before he found a condom. She pulled off her boxers and underwear, throwing them off to the side as he got closer to her. He looked at her hungrily as he pulled down his boxers, freeing his erection before sheathing it inside the condom. "Happy?"

She bit her lip as she nodded, letting her hand go between her own legs to touch herself, keep the adrenaline pumping through her veins before she realized what she was doing. His eyes darkened, pupils blown so wide with lust she could only see a thin ring of blue around them. To her surprise, he grabbed her hip, urging her to flip over. She did so, barely managing to get on her knees when she felt him position himself at her entrance. In one swift move, he plunged inside of her. She gasped at the way he filled and stretched her. "Fuck," she cried out, her face buried in the couch cushions.

His grip on her hips was bruising as he started to move inside of her, quick, hard thrusts. "You like that?" he asked, grabbing her hair and pulling a bit.

She gasped at the action, surprised by the way the pain seemed to add to her own pleasure. She pushed her hips back into him, meeting his thrusts. He grunted, his hands squeezing at her hips before one reached forward, grabbing at her breast and pulling her up into a kneeling position as he pounded into her.

"Eso," he hissed, moving a hand between her legs to help bring her to her height.

"Fuck," she cried out, reaching back to grab the back of his neck as she came. His bit her shoulder as he found his own release, his hips slowing, his thrusts becoming harder while he rode it out.

His lips pressed kisses against the sweaty skin of her shoulders while they both tried to catch their breaths. "You're amazing," he murmured, his hand still palming her breast.

She didn't feel amazing, though. She felt dirty as hell. This had been all wrong. She thought being with Esai would make her feel good, whole, but all it did was make her feel emptier. Slowly, she stood, fighting against tears as she climbed off the couch. "I should go," she said quickly, grabbing her panties off the ground. "I gotta...they're gonna wonder where I went and..."

His hand wrapped around her wrist, pulling her back towards him. "Look at me, chiqui," he said, turning her to face him. She noticed he'd put his own boxers back on too. His hand cupped her cheek, tilting her face up to look at him. His blue eyes were warm, worrying creasing his brow. "Was nothin' wrong about what we did."

Angela felt a tear slip her old, it slid down her cheek. It was the same thing he'd said to her the first time they got together. Except this time it wasn't true. "This is all wrong, E. I shouldn't 've come here," she said, still feeling the buzz from the alcohol in her veins. "This isn't right. I dunno what I was thinkin'. I just miss Raj and you...you're safe and I just...need that right now because I...I feel so fuckin' alone."

He kissed her forehead, and she hated him for it. Hated it because just a few days ago, Juice had done the same thing and it given her butterflies. Esai's kiss didn't stir anything inside of her. "Then stay," he murmured against her skin. "Stay and let me hold you. Please."

A voice in her head told her he was taking advantage of her vulnerability, but the idea of having someone hold her at that very moment sounded so good, she couldn't push it away. Not to go back to Rosa's apartment and fall asleep all alone on the couch. He took her silence as an agreement and moved his arms around her, pulling her into his chest. A soft sob escaped her hold as she moved her arms around him, though she wasn't sure if it was because of Raj or because of the feeling of weakness, of giving into Esai despite the way he had hurt her. But it felt so good to be in his arms, felt safe. She knew she'd regret it in the morning, but she'd give him this last request because she needed it as much as he did.

Esai stroked his hand through Angela's hair as she lay sleeping against his chest. She'd shocked him when she showed up at his door, angry as hell, pushing him around, and yelling at him. He hated to admit how turned on he was to see her fired up and angry because of him. It showed she still cared, still wanted him despite how stupid he'd been. And then she kissed him. Kissed him and practically tore off his clothes. He knew he shouldn't give into her. Should've pushed her away. She was drunk and angry, and while their angry sex was amazing; he had a sick feeling it hadn't really solved anything. She was missing her dead boyfriend, hurt, vulnerable, and feeling lonely. She hadn't necessarily wanted him, just wanted someone, and he'd been lucky to be there. Again.

His phone buzzed from the bedside table, and he quickly grabbed it, tossing it away into the pile of clothes at the end of the bed; he didn't want the noise waking her up. He knew who it was, anyway. Beatrice wondering what had happened. They'd been in the midst of a steamy text exchange when Angela had knocked on the door, and he'd ended it without giving her much to work with. For some reason, he couldn't stop talking to the girl he'd hooked up with that first time in Santo Padre...and again at the bike show. Angela had gotten into a car crash while he'd been angry fucking Beatrice in the public bathroom.

He'd felt guilty about it at first...until he'd gone to see her in the hospital, and the first person she'd asked for was Juice. Anger boiled in his veins at the memory. There was something between the two of them; he could see it. Still, she claimed nothing ever happened between them, and he actually did believe her. Angela was loyal to a fault like her killer cousin. He knew she'd never cheat on him, and if she had, she'd tell him. That was the kind of person she was. Why he loved her so much. She was loyal, trustworthy, and beautiful. A mix that was hard to find. He knew because while she'd been gone, he'd been looking for just that. No one he'd met held a candle to her.

And yet...he couldn't stay faithful. Hated the idea of being tied down to one person for the rest of his life. There were so many other girls out there; how was he supposed to know if she was really the right one for him? Sure, she was good in bed, and the sex was fantastic, but what if there was a girl out there who was better? For a minute, his mind drifted to Beatrice, before he dismissed that idea. She was a pulga, a club groupie, not wife material. Just some random girl.

No, he and Angela were meant to be. She was his. Had been since she was fourteen. He wasn't going to just let her go...which was why he hadn't mentioned the condom breaking earlier. He hadn't done what Raffa said and poked holes in the condoms, that seemed like too much of a risk since she wasn't the only one he'd been using them with. But when it broke mid-sex, he didn't say a damn thing, just kept going as if nothing had happened. If he got her pregnant, there was no way she'd leave him. Now, he just had to leave it up to fate and hope for the best. He couldn't lose her, not without losing his father's respect. Respect that he was barely holding onto. He knew his father didn't think much of him, that he'd let him into the club solely because he was his father. Getting Angela back had earned him some respect, and he was not going to lose it. Not going to lose her. Especially not to that Son. His father would lose all respect for him then and that wasn't going to happen. There's was no way. She was his, and she always would be. Nothing was going to change that.

Dun dun duuuun...don't worry! New chapter will be up soon after this one! It's already written and was part of this one but it was too massively long!

Let me know what you think!

~Love Ink