Mayans/SOA x reader one-shots

Overpowering - Miguel Galindo

Follow up to Overbearing.

Nothing could bring you down as you walked the streets of Santo Padre like you were walking on sunshine. The air you breathed felt fresh, although it didn't smell great, and birds flew around happily chirping their singsong tweets. Everything was perfect.

Small things you had never thought about were suddenly things you were grateful for; like ordering your own coffee or feeling the material of clothes before you bought them. You almost felt like a normal human being, until you felt eyes on you. There was no denying it and a shiver ran along your spine as you continued to walk back to the SUV.

To: Miguel
I told you I didn't need anyone watching over me!

You threw your phone angrily into your handbag and clenched your eyes as you heard the screen crack against Nestor's handgun. You may just use it on him when you got back because he followed you. The broken phone pinged and you opened the message, just able to read it through the spiderweb of cracks.

From: Miguel
I didn't send anyone.

It was true, Miguel hadn't sent any of his staff to watch over you. That didn't stop Nestor from requesting to take the afternoon off and head into town for some errands. He had felt uneasy since the moment you left, especially since he had told Miguel about another murder close to the border. Miguel hadn't listen to his concerns because he didn't want you to feel as trapped as you were but thankfully Nestor didn't compare about your comfort, only your safety.

You stared at the message as your palms turned clammy and the feeling of being watched made your heart race. You grabbed the gun from the bag and placed it on your lap as you started the engine. You desperately wanted to be home again as the feeling of being hunted took hold of you. You planted your foot down and tore out of the parking lot before heading towards safety.

You weren't far out of town when you saw a pickup truck that had been following speed up to overtake you. As the truck came level with you, you found a woman smiling as you stared down the barrel of her gun. Adrenaline filled you as you ducked and swerved. You were not prepared for the wheel pulling against your palms as you overcorrected and the back tyre blew out from a gunshot.

You had no idea what to do as loud gunshots sounded around you, blowing out the windows and casting glass across you. You made yourself as small as possible and covered your head and you slammed on the brakes. For a moment you were weightless as the world spun around you, then you were smashed back down to earth with a crash that rattled you to your bones. The gun had been lost in the chaos and you struggled to pull your seat belt off as a shadow crossed over you.

"Demasiado fácil." The woman said as squatted down to where you hung upside down and pointed her gun at you once more.

There was nothing you could do but watch the sinister smile grow before the gunshot rang out. You expected to feel nothing as you died but a burning pain exploded in your arm as the woman dropped the gun and clutched her chest before falling to the ground. You watched her blood bloom across the white shirt she wore and she wheezed as she tried to breathe before another bullet silenced her. You watched the boots step into your vision and the jeans that disappeared behind the damaged car door.

"Nestor!" You called out as you recognised his shoes.

He grunted as he pulled on the door until he managed to open it with a creak and a groan before he pulled a knife out and sliced through the seat belt.

"Don't you dare give me shit for this." You growled as he went to open his mouth.

He decided to take your advice and instead focused on helping you out and you saw Miguel's Maybach speeding towards you. Nestor helped support you as he walked you to his car and he sat you on the seat while he got the first aid kit from the trunk. Your head was pounding but it was nothing compared to the searing pain in your arm that hung limp on your legs. Every small movement hurt so you tried to stay still but Miguel had other plans as he skirted around the Escalade and pulled you from the seat into his arms. A painful cry erupted from you as he crushed you to his chest and his arm pressed on the gunshot wound. Immediately he released you to look closer and you saw the stress and worry in his eyes.

"We should get her to the hospital Mikey." Nestor interrupted as he came back with a bandage and tape. "The bullet is still in her arm."

You bit your lip as your arm was lifted and Miguel held your other hand to his lips as he pressed soft kisses along your knuckles. Nestor worked quickly to wrap the bandage and tape it on before stepping back, still waiting for you to growl him for following you. You let go of Miguel's hand and pulled Nestor into a side hug which surprised everyone.

"Thank you for being here." You said grateful for still being alive.

"It's my job Y/N." He said not used to being thanked.

"Actually you're on leave so it's not, not today." Miguel said with a smirk. "Gracias hermano."

"I'm not getting paid for this? Shit." Nestor groaned and Miguel smirked at his best friend.

"Technically Y/N offered you her life savings if you took her shopping so you could take it up with her." Miguel said looking at you.

"That was a joke." You spluttered. "And...you're my sugar daddy, I don't have any savings, just the Galindo line of credit."

"Let's get her to the hospital, she's obviously got a concussion." Miguel said before quietly muttering about being a sugar daddy.

You walked slowly to the Maybach that was parked beside the Escalade and Miguel opened the door to help you in gently. He quickly spoke to Nestor while angrily pointing to the woman's body and you felt bad that he would now have to deal with the clean up. Soon enough Luis was speeding back to Santo Padre and into the hospital parking lot while another car off security personal followed.

You knew after this attack things were going to change. Security would become more intense and you doubted you would get another shot at freedom for a long time. The truth was, you were afraid, you wanted the safety of your home, knowing you were surrounded by people who wanted to keep you safe. Yes, you found it overbearing but right now the brush with death was overpowering that feeling of oppression.

You turned to Miguel as you were wheeled into the hospital and reached for his hand again. "I can't wait to go home."