May to December

Chapter One

Disclaimer: Don't own it, never have, never will. Too bad, so sad.

"I'm not perfect.

I'm flawed.

If you don't like that, get lost."

~ Ruth B., Superficial Love

EZ was going to Hell. He was going to burn for all of eternity right next to Hitler and Mussolini. What the fuck was wrong with him? She was seventeen, and he was almost thirty-one. His checklist for Hell read: kill a cop. Check. Run drugs and weapons with MC you're spying on for the feds. Check. Betray your big brother, your own blood. Check. And, finely, lust after a teenage girl. Double-check. It Letty's father, Coco, ever found out about his feelings for his daughter, he'd probably be the one to send EZ to the pit ahead of schedule.

EZ's first real interaction with the girl had taken place when she showed up to the yard with a dead body in the trunk of her grandmother's car. When he'd seen the bruises covering her perfect body, he had wanted to fucking kill somebody. He honestly hadn't thought twice about helping her. When they had been seated together in the old beaten to hell Chevy, and she had told him he could fuck her, his fucking heart had almost stopped beating. He'd turned her down hard. The poor girl had clearly been used and abused enough in her short life. He wouldn't add his name to the list of people who had hurt or taken advantage of her. She wasn't offering herself up because she wanted him anyway. She was doing it because her puta of a grandmother had taught her that her body and sec were the only things she was good for.

Anyway, their first adventure had ended in a racist middle-aged white dude getting stabbed in the back with a screwdriver and a high-speed chase. All in all, it wasn't a great day, although it did secure Coco's trust and friendship. The slightly older man had been amazed by the lengths that EZ had gone to to protect his little girl.

It was their second interaction that had sealed his fate. Letty had been visiting her dad at the clubhouse, and Chucky had fixed her breakfast. EZ had been standing on the other side of the room, talking with Angel, when he caught Letty checking him out from the corner of his eye. This time, she was looking at him like a woman looks at a man they desire. He wasn't just a dick she could use to get her way. She wanted him.

Their third interaction was too similar to the first. Chucky had shown up at the clubhouse with Letty, all beaten to shit. She was again covered in bruises, but this time she had blood dripping from her mouth and forehead. Coco was, rightfully, infuriated. He demanded to know who had hurt her.

"Celia," Letty whispered

Coco surprised EZ when he transferred Letty into his arms. "Clean her up."

EZ nodded as he wrapped an arm around a shaking Letty's shoulders. "She'll be in my trailer when you get back."

Coco nodded in return before taking off...probably to kill his own mother. EZ didn't give a shit. The puta had earned it. "Come on, bebita," he rubbed Letty's back. "Let's get you fixed up."