The Killer Bartender | sons of anarchy

thirteen

The next morning dawned gray and overcast, a fitting reflection of the turmoil brewing inside Marisol. She had spent the night wrestling with her thoughts, the unease and uncertainty gnawing at her. The discovery of the forged documents had left her shaken, but it had also lit a fire inside her—a fierce determination to uncover the truth and protect those she loved. Today, she was going to see her brother, Miguel Galindo. It was a journey she needed to make alone, a confrontation that had been a long time coming.

After a brief, tense conversation with Happy—who insisted she let him ride with her—Marisol convinced him to stay behind and keep an eye on the clubhouse. There was no telling what other traps had been set, and she couldn't afford any distractions. The Sons had given her a wary glance as she left, still processing the accusations from the night before. But Marisol knew that she had to face her brother on her own terms.

As she drove, the miles seemed to stretch endlessly before her, the landscape blurring into a monotonous expanse of desert and scrub. Her thoughts raced as she considered the conversation she would soon have with Miguel. He was family, yes, but their relationship was fraught with tension and unspoken truths. They had both been raised in the shadow of their father's empire, but while Miguel had embraced his role within the cartel, Marisol had always yearned for something more.

Her heart tightened as she thought about the life growing inside her, the secret she had just learned herself. How could she bring a child into this world of violence and deceit? A part of her wanted to confide in Miguel, to seek his advice, but she knew better. The stakes were too high, and trust was a luxury she could no longer afford.

The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows over the dusty roads of Santo Padre as Marisol drove deeper into Mayans territory. The landscape, once familiar and comforting, now felt charged with tension, like a coiled spring waiting to snap. She had been through a lot in the past few days—enough to make anyone question their choices. But she had made this decision consciously. She needed to see her brother, Miguel, and try to make sense of the chaos that had taken over her life.

As she drove past the old, weather-beaten signs that marked the boundaries of Mayan turf, her heart pounded in her chest. She knew the Sons of Anarchy and the Mayans didn't exactly see eye to eye—especially not after all the years of bloodshed and rivalry. But this was something she had to do on her own. No matter what it cost her.

When she finally pulled up to the edge of town, Marisol spotted a group of motorcycles parked in front of an old, run-down bar. It was a sight she had expected, yet it made her stomach twist with apprehension. The Mayans were out in force, their cuts and patches unmistakable in the afternoon light. Her hands tightened on the steering wheel as she slowed the car to a stop, her breath hitching slightly in her throat.

She knew the Mayans would recognize her—and not just because of her connections with the cartel. Her past ran deeper with them than she liked to admit, particularly with one man who had always managed to make her heart skip a beat.

As if on cue, Angel Reyes stepped out of the bar, his tall frame and confident swagger unmistakable. He looked every bit the outlaw, but there was a softness in his eyes when they landed on her. Marisol's heart fluttered involuntarily, memories of another time, another place, flashing briefly in her mind.

Angel's expression shifted from curiosity to something more guarded as he realized who had just rolled into town. His brows knitted together, and he glanced around, clearly aware of the unspoken tension that always hung in the air between the Mayans and the Sons.

"Marisol," Angel greeted her, his voice warm yet laced with caution. "You're a long way from Charming."

She forced a smile, trying to ignore the way her pulse quickened at the sound of his voice. "Angel... yeah, I guess I am."

He took a few steps closer, his eyes searching her face for answers. "What brings you out here? You know this isn't exactly neutral territory."

She hesitated, her mind racing with what she should and shouldn't say. "I'm here to see Miguel. There are some things I need to talk to him about."

Angel nodded slowly, but his gaze didn't leave her. He looked like he was trying to piece together a puzzle with missing parts. "I figured that much, but why are you alone? The Sons let you wander into our backyard without backup?"

Marisol shifted uncomfortably, feeling the weight of his words. "It's... complicated. I needed to do this on my own. Besides, I don't think having the Sons roll in here would do either of us any favors."

A small, knowing smile tugged at the corner of Angel's mouth. "You're probably right about that." He paused, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied her. "You've always been tough, but this feels different. What's really going on, Marisol?"

Her breath caught in her throat, the question piercing through the walls she had been trying to keep up. She looked away, struggling to find the right words. "I don't even know where to start, Angel. Everything's falling apart. The cartel... the Sons... someone's trying to take me down, and I can't figure out who's behind it."

Angel's face softened, and he took another step closer. "And you think Miguel's got answers?"

"Maybe. Or maybe he's just part of the problem. I don't know anymore." Her voice wavered, betraying the vulnerability she had been trying so hard to hide.

Angel reached out, hesitating for a moment before gently resting a hand on her arm. "You know you don't have to do this alone. You recruited me, Marisol. You saw something in me when no one else did. I owe you for that."

Her eyes met his, and for a brief moment, the tension between them faded, replaced by something far more complicated. There had always been an unspoken connection between them, a chemistry they had never fully explored. And now, standing this close to him, Marisol couldn't help but wonder what might have been if things had been different.

But she quickly pushed those thoughts aside, knowing that the past was just that—the past. "Angel, I appreciate that. More than you know. But this is something I need to handle on my own. There's too much at stake."

Angel's hand lingered on her arm for a moment longer before he reluctantly let it drop. "Just promise me you'll be careful. The Mayans might respect you, but that doesn't mean everyone else will."

"I'll be careful," Marisol assured him, even though she wasn't entirely sure she could keep that promise.

Angel stepped back, his eyes still locked on hers. "If you need anything, you know where to find me."

She nodded, a lump forming in her throat. "Thanks, Angel. Take care of yourself."

With one last lingering glance, Marisol turned and walked back to her car, the tension in the air almost palpable as she climbed inside. As she drove away, she couldn't shake the feeling that she had just walked away from something important—something that could have changed everything if she had let it.

But she couldn't afford to dwell on that now. She had a mission to complete, and nothing—not even old flames or new threats—would stand in her way.

As she continued her journey toward Miguel's estate, Marisol's thoughts were a chaotic swirl of emotions and memories. She knew she was heading into dangerous territory, but she had no choice. This was her fight, and she was determined to see it through to the end.

AN:

idk what this story is anymore  but it I dont have the heart to discontinue this. So I am gonna try to give it its proper ending. 

my next story in the SOA universe will follow Unser's daughter (knowing me its gonna be an age gap trope and grumpy x sunshine) still working out the love interest , im actually gonna make an outline for this story so I can stay on track with the plot.