Coco's Best Friend

Shorty

You walked into the clubhouse of the Santo Padre charter of the Mayans MC, looking for someone specific. You'd been there several times, but it had been quite some time. You were in and out of Santo Padre, working as a traveling nurse, but always stopped by when you were in town.

"Hey. Can I help you?"

"Oh hi. I'm looking for Coco. Do you know if he's here?"

"Yeah, he's out in the yard. Who should I tell him is here?"

"Just tell him Shorty is here. Please."

"You got it. I'm EZ, by the way. Ezekiel."

"Nice to meet you. I'm y/n."

EZ headed out the door to find Coco. While you were waiting at the bar, you heard the Templo door open. You looked over to see Bishop, Hank and Angel come out.

"Shorty!" Angel yelled as he walked across the room to scoop you up in a hug.

"Ángel!" You yelled back, laughing.

He set you back on your feet, but kept his arm around your shoulders while you had an arm wrapped around his waist. You smiled and said hi to Bish and Hank.

"How long are you here?" Angel asked.

"For good. I got hired on at the hospital."

He pulled you into another hug, saying it was about damn time that you stuck around. While you were laughing, arms wrapped around him, the door to the clubhouse opened.

Coco was only a couple steps through the door when you launched yourself at him. Arms wrapped around his neck, you squeezed him tight. He laughed and hugged you back before setting you on your feet.

"Hey, Shorty. I didn't know you were gonna be in town."

"I know. I wanted to surprise you. I got hired at the hospital. You're never gonna get rid of me now," you told him with a laugh.

He hugged you again before turning you around and guiding you back to the bar.

"Prospect. Shots."

EZ nodded and started pouring. He was curious about you, but the way you latched onto Coco suggested there was something there. Until you decided to plant your ass in Angel's lap.

"Ya know, there is a perfectly good barstool right there. I'm sure I can find a couple phone books to make it so you can see over the bar."

You playfully slapped him before laughing. "Pendejo. Maybe I just want to sit with my favorite Mayan." (Asshole)

"Uh, I'm over here. Thank you," Coco said while waving.

"She was talking about me," Gilly said as he walked through the door. You hopped off Angel's lap and threw yourself at Gilly. He picked you up and squeezed you tight.

"Shorty! How the hell are you?"

"So fucking good, Gilberto."

"Uh gross. Don't call me that. You're not my mother."

You chuckled as he set you back on your feet.

"Aww, come on. You know I like it when you call me Mami," you said as you winked at him. The guys all started laughing. You walked back to the bar and sat down on Angel's lap. He wrapped one arm around your waist, holding you close. Everyone grabbed the shots and Coco held it up.

"To my favorite fucking Shorty finally gracing us with her presence."

Everyone lifted them and drank. You had EZ refill yours, and before you knew it, you were slightly drunk and very giggly.

"Hey, Angel. Remember that time by the fire."

Angel started laughing. "How could I forget? You burned the fuck out of my boots. Little miss 'watch this'. Nothing good with you ever starts with those two words."

"Excuse me, everything about me is good. Thank you very much."

"Especially that ass," you heard. You spun around on the stool to see Creeper come through the door. You smiled wide and jumped up to hug him.

You were too busy talking to the guys to hear EZ ask Angel who you were.

"That's my Shorty. She's Coco's best friend. They grew up together."

EZ nodded before passing out beers. It made sense now why you were so comfortable with all the guys. The way you were touchy feely with all of them suggested it was just your personality. You seemed to keep coming back to Angel, though. Even more than Coco.

"Ángel, do you remember the time we robó la bicicleta de ese niño, in front of la tienda de tu pop?" (Stole that kid's bike, your pop's shop.)

"Chica, I think you are drunk. But yes, I remember. We made it two blocks with you on the handlebars while I peddled before your drunk ass just fell off and couldn't stop laughing. We had to run through the bushes behind the pharmacy to get away from the cops."

"No estoy borracho." (I'm not drunk.)

"Bullshit, Shorty. You only switch to Spanish mid-thought when you are drunk."

You started giggling before turning to Coco.

"Johnny! ¿Recuerdas cuando le vendí las bragas de Celia a ese tipo espeluznante de abajo?" (Do you remember the time I sold Celia's panties to that creepy guy downstairs?)

"Fuck. I forgot about that. He paid us like $200."

"That's disgusting. Who would want Celia's anything?" Angel said while fake gagging.

You all started laughing, before you leaned in to whisper in Angel's ear. "You only want mine, huh, Papi?" He growled at that, before turning his head to look at you.

"Bebita, you're playing a dangerous game here."

The sexual tension between the two of you was off the charts. It always had been. You'd never slept together though. You weren't down to just fuck and run, and you hadn't stayed in town for more than a few days at a time in years. You had made out several times though. You always seemed to find yourself kissing Angel when you were in town.

"Dangerous games are my favorite kind. Papi."

The heated look he gave you went straight to your core. Before you could do anything, he said "fuck it", grabbed your cheeks and pulled you in for a kiss. The whole room seemed to disappear when his lips touched yours.

Your arms went around his waist, pulling him closer as you licked his bottom lip, prompting him to open his mouth. Your tongues met and you swear you felt it all the way to your toes. The kiss was interrupted by Coco yelling, "Damn, Shorty. Get a room!"

"Good idea, Johnny." You hopped off the barstool and grabbed Angel's hand.

"Peace out, bitches!" You yelled as you pulled Angel down the hall. You could hear the guys laughing. Everyone knew that the two of you would end up together. It had been building up for years.