Miguel O'Hara One-Shots

Hush Hush Mafia Miguel AU PT 2

Summary: After your closing shift you see something that you shouldn't have. You do all that you can to get away in hopes of never seeing him again. But what happens when the ruthless leader of a Spanish gang in Nueva York has no intentions of letting you go?

MDNI 18+

Tags: this is another one that's just pure smut and like 1% plot. Sorry! very unhinged Miguel, vulgar language, age gap, the reader is indicated to be 21+ Tags for smut: breeding, rough???, breath play, cunnilingus, choking 5.6k words

A/N: I hope you guys like this! I kept rewriting it because it was getting way too long this was supposed to be a one-shot y'all and I failed miserably....

•°~°•

You're trying so hard to act normal but you can't. Today officially marks a week. A week since you saw O'Hara kill two men, and a week since you had sex with him in that same very same alleyway. It's crazy you know these past few days you could barely sleep barely function at work everything. It feels like he would just spawn up like a cat on your window seal without a sound, without a warning. You've even been extra cautious when you're out and about, scared for whatever reason that he or someone might notice you.

Although you know it was only him and his two men so unless it's them there is no way anyone else would pinpoint you to being in that alleyway. You just got him from work and thank God they didn't give you a closing shift since that night. You've made sure all your windows are locked, you double-checked the locks on your door, and you even put a chair under the handle for an extra safety measure. You really don't want to see him again so why are you wearing a matching set under your PJs?

This is so dumb are you going to live in hiding for the rest of your life or what? Angrily you distract yourself with something to do before you eventually head to bed putting on the cream that you got from the pharmacy on your wrist. The swelling has gone but there's a slight sting when you move it in certain directions. It takes you an hour of staring at the ceiling your mind running aimlessly before sleep finally takes you.

•°~°•

It's the next day and you're currently running errands on your day off. A bead of sweat slides down your neck as you finally decide to put your curls up. You're in the romance section of one of the local book stories by your house. You've been in here for the past 15 minutes unable to decide which book to get. You have 4 in your cart already you can't get another two otherwise your bill will be $100 dollars and then some that's way over your budget already. Letting out a sigh you almost drop your books when the familiar smell of his cologne hits your nose.

Oh shit, this can't be happening. Immediately you turn around scanning the area but you don't see anything and he's tall you would be able to see him if he was here. Wouldn't you?

You jump as you feel a gentle touch on your arm. You let out a sigh of relief when you realize it's just an older woman. She's looking for the Sci-fi section. Feeling the hairs on your neck stand up and goosebumps emerge on your skin you scan the area again as an extra precaution. You lead her over to the section bidding the women farewell making a beeline to the cashier and you quickly take out your card. The faster you're out of here the better.

"Oh there won't be no need your stuff is already paid for"

"What I didn't even-"

She shrugs her shoulders, cutting you off. "A man requested your bill to be charged on his card" Dammit it's gotta be him who else would it be?

"Was he tall—and did he have gray hair?"

"Yeah and he's hot as hell is that your dad or your boyfriend if not-"