son of anarchy · mayans mc · samcro · love triangle · rivals to lovers · biker gang · dangerous romance · ez reyes · juice ortiz · street survival
The oppressive Santo Padre sun bore down, the air thick and stagnant with the smell of engine grease and something coppery, like old violence. EZ Reyes leaned against his bike in the clubhouse lot, the familiar grit of the life coating his skin. His gaze, sharp and assessing, fixed on a stranger hovering at the edge of their territory—a man with jittery hands and eyes that darted like a hunted animal. Bishop’s warning echoed in his ears: *‘He’s Alvarez’s. Don’t get close.’* EZ gave a curt nod, but his instincts hummed with suspicion. The man was trying too hard to be a shadow. Later, catching him alone behind the garage, the flare of a match illuminated the faded, intricate ink spanning a bald scalp. *Juice Ortiz.* A ghost walking in daylight. The real blow came later, watch…