Coco's Best Friend

Yeah, There's A Problem

Angel opened your car door and reached for your hand. When you stood up, he cupped your cheeks and kissed you. When he pulled back, he looked into your eyes.

"Bebita, we are going to talk about what is going on later. Ok? I don't like that you are uncomfortable at work. I need to finish this shit up for Bish so I can come back. Coco will hang out until I get here. Have some fun and relax. You haven't had Coco time lately. It'll do you some good. I love you."

"I love you too."

Coco got off his bike and walked over to the two of you. Angel kissed you one more time before getting on his bike and heading back to the clubhouse.

"Come on, Shorty. Feed your best friend. I'm starving."

You chuckled as you walked to your door. Coco hadn't been in your new apartment yet, so he would be surprised to see the number of pictures you had of the two of you. You had lots of pictures with all the guys. And several of you with Angel. Seeing the way the two of you looked at each other, even years ago, it was so obvious that you were in love.

He was looking around while you threw together some dinner.

"Shit, chica. I didn't know you had a picture of us when we were little. I was a goofy looking little fuck."

You laughed at that before telling him food was ready. You talked about all the Tom drama while you ate.

"It's obvious that he's got it bad for you."

"I've literally known him two days. How is that even possible? All he's done is be insulting about my choice in company, and show up like a total creep at 10pm."

Speaking of total creeps, Tom was outside your door again. He'd seen Angel leave after dropping you off, but somehow missed that Coco was with you, so he thought you were home alone.

You were doing the dishes while Coco sat on your counter drinking your beer when there was a knock on the door. Coco hopped down and walked over to look through the peephole.

"It's that pendejo," he whispered. You rolled your eyes and shrugged. You didn't know what to do, but you trusted Coco to keep you safe. He pointed to the living room, so you walked that way. It wasn't visible from your doorway.

Coco opened the door. "Yeah?"

"Oh! Umm, I'm looking for y/n. We have dinner plans, and I'm supposed to pick her up."

"The fuck you are. She's not going anywhere with you, and you need to stop showing up here."

"Who are you? One of her many boyfriends? I mean, obviously she likes getting passed around, considering she was all over that other biker trash earlier, and now you're here. I just want my turn, man. She will see I'm the best option for her."

"Vete a la mierda. Cuida tu lenguaje." (Fuck you. Watch your mouth.)

"I don't have a clue what you are saying. Just go get y/n, so we can leave for our date."

You were in the living room texting Angel, so he knew what was going on. Obviously Tom was fucking crazy. There is no other explanation for his behavior. Coco looked toward you, and you shrugged again.

"Hablé con Ángel. Está en camino. ¿Quieres que la diga que se vaya a la mierda? (I talked to Angel. He's on his way. Want me to tell him to fuck off?)

"Sí." (Yes)

You walked over to the door. "Look, Tom. I have absolutely no interest in you. I didn't invite you here last night. I didn't invite you here today. I'm not going on a date with you. Not today. Not ever. I don't want you. We are coworkers, and nothing else. I'm going to have to report this to HR. You are being very unprofessional."

You were about halfway through your speech when you heard Angel's boots on the stairs. Coco was standing beside you in the doorway, arm around your shoulders keeping you close. Some guys would be bothered by another man touching their woman, but Angel knew there was nothing there but friendship. Coco was like your brother.

"Hey, man, I thought I told you last night that you weren't welcome here?"

"Y/N and I have a date. I don't appreciate biker trash butting into our business."

"First off, you'll never have a date with her. Anything concerning her is my business. She's mine."

"For now. She will see what kind of trash you are and will realize I'm the best choice. She just doesn't know you, yet."

"Dude, seriously. Fuck off. You have no clue how well she knows me. You know nothing about us. She doesn't want you. You are being a creepy motherfucker, and if you can't take the hint, I'll have to make sure you can't bother her anymore."

Angel pushed past him to walk in the door. You'd stepped back as he moved forward. Once he was inside, he closed the door in Tom's face. Again.

Tom walked away, but didn't leave.

The three of you sat down so you could tell Angel what had happened. He was understandably pissed that you were being harassed.

"I can take care of him, if you want me to."

"I'll report him to HR tomorrow. If he causes any problems at all after that, you do what you gotta do."

"I don't like not killing him right now, just so you know. But, if that's what you want, that's what we will do."

"I don't want to risk losing you if you get caught. That's all, baby."

He leaned forward to kiss you. Coco stood up and said he was going to head back to the clubhouse.

Once he was gone and the door was locked, you turned to Angel and pulled your shirt off.

"Ángel, I need you. Make me feel good, baby. Show me you love me."

"Mi placer, bebita." (My pleasure, baby girl.)