Tʜᴇ Wʀᴏɴɢ Sɪᴅᴇ ᴏғ Hᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ // Marcus Alvarez

Chapter Seven: Whiskey

Chapter Seven: Whiskey

Isobel pulled into the scrapyard once Chucky opened the gate for her, a frustrated sigh left her lips as she noticed there was only one bike in the lot and it belonged to EZ. She hadn't been able to get in touch with Taza on the drive over, but she just hoped it was because he was in Templo but that clearly wasn't the reason.

The brunette made her way over towards the small trailer that EZ stayed in and quickly threw the door open, not bothering to knock on the door before walking in. "E- Oh shit, I'm sorry." She said quickly as she took in EZ's shirtless body. "I should of knocked." Isobel mumbled as her brown eyes continued to stare at EZ's body.

Isobel wanted to punch herself in the face. She didn't understand why she was acting as though she had never seen a man shirtless before, but she was willing to blame it on the lack of sex in her life.

"It's fine, Is." EZ chuckled as he pulled on a t-shirt. "What's up?" He asked.

EZ figured whatever Isobel needed must have been somewhat important for her to rush into his trailer, and the fact that she was still dressed in her scrubs. EZ knew Isobel hated coming to the clubhouse in her scrubs.

"Where is everyone?" She asked, looking away from EZ's now clothed chest and into his brown eyes. "I've got something I have to show Taza." She said while reaching into her pocket and touching the small note that she had shoved inside of it.

"Not sure." EZ said while rubbing the back of his neck. It was a lie of course. He knew exactly where everyone was, but he was under strict orders from Bishop to keep it to himself.

"Okay." Isobel said slowly with a raised eyebrow. "Do you know when he's going to be back?" She asked while crossing her arms across her chest. The brunette knew EZ was lying, either he wasn't a very good liar or he just wasn't good at lying when it came to her, but either way if he didn't give her any answers maybe Chucky would.

"I don't know, Is." EZ said honestly. The prospect honestly had no idea how long it was going to take the club to get back to the scrapyard. "Anything I can help you with?" He asked.

Isobel let out a sigh as she pulled the note from her pocket and handed it over to EZ. The brunette watched his face as he read it, a mix of emotions crossing it before he stuffed the note into the pocket of his kutte.

"I got flowers delivered to the hospital and that was attached to them." Isobel said. "Leni said just a regular delivery guy dropped them off." She explained as EZ stayed quiet.

EZ could see the fear on Isobel's face even though the woman in front of him was doing a good job at hiding it. "Don't worry, Is." EZ said as he pulled Isobel into a hug. "The club would never let anything happen to you or Nina." He told her reassuringly.

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Isobel tossed and turned, a sigh falling from her lips as she tried her hardest to get comfort on the small bed, finding any sort of comfort was proving to be a lost cause to the brunette as she pushed the blanket off of her body and got up from the bed.

Once the club had returned to the scrapyard and Isobel explained everything to Taza, it was decided her and Nina would spend the night at the clubhouse. Isobel tried to protest that it wasn't necessary, but of course no one would listen to her.

The brunette ran a hand through her hair before pulling an oversized sweater over her head, maybe a drink or two could help her sleep. Isobel quietly exited the room and quickly poked her head into the room next to hers, a smile formed on her face as she saw Nina sleeping peacefully.

Isobel walked silently towards the front of the clubhouse, hoping there was still a bottle of whiskey left behind the bar. A grin took over Isobel's face as she grabbed the half full bottle of whiskey from the bar, she quickly uncapped the bottle before pouring a decent amount into a glass.

The liquid burned her throat as she swallowed it, but Isobel didn't care she actually enjoyed it. She loved the warm sensation that filled her body once the liquor made it's way through her bloodstream. The sound of heavy footsteps made Isobel raise her eyebrow and turn her head towards the hallway as she waited for whoever else was awake at this time to make their appearance.

"Drinkin' all the good shit, Is?" Angel teased as he walked towards the bar with a grin on his face.

"This is considered the good shit?" Isobel laughed as she poured some into a glass for Angel.

"How you doin'?" Angel asked while he stared at the brunette in front of him. He knew Isobel well enough to know she always put on a brace face for everyone, but he was certain something like this had to have her a bit shaken up.

"How does it look like I'm doing?" The brunette asked as she motioned towards the open bottle of whiskey. "I'm drinking whiskey at two in the morning." She said with sarcasm in her voice as she poured more liquor into her glass.

"Nothin' is going to happen to you or Nina." Angel promised as he placed his hand on top of Isobel's. "El Padrino is comin' back tomorrow." He added, noticing Isobel's brown eyes went wide at his words.

"Why?"

"He heard about the note you got." Angel said. "Wants to help find out who sent it." He said with a smirk on his face. "Get some sleep, Is." He said before drinking down the whiskey and heading towards the back of the clubhouse.

Isobel threw back the rest of her drink before making her way down the hallway and back into the small room with its uncomfortable bed, hoping sleep would come soon.

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A/N: Thank you for the votes, comments, and views! ❤️ I don't know why I keep making EZ and Isobel flirt/have sexual tension 🤷🏻‍♀️ maybe I'll explore that a little bit.