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[center][i]Timestamp: Monday Evening, 6pm. Blue Hill Reservation.
Introducing: Jadyn Issacs
Featuring: ReyRey Gonzalez and Tena Strongbow[/i][/center]
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[color=darkgray][indent][indent][color=gold]“I hate Mondays.”[/color]

ReyRey growled to himself as the storm chased him and his Firebird away from his home of Edenridge, Massachusetts.

The evening was beginning to settle in and the Kingsnake had already had quite the eventful day. It all started with him aiding one Alexandria Davies into her new home. He was her sponsor, of course, owning the four walls she called her own and by the end of it, he owned her body as well. There was so much of Allison in Lex that it was downright haunting. Rey had believed that he had moved beyond his grief and his love for the girl that was his sunflower but he hadn’t and that long night on Carlisle at the start of the summer had done enough to convince him of that. Ever since that night, Ally haunted his waking and sleeping thoughts. Day in and day out. Maybe that was one of the reasons he tried hard to bring Lexie into the fold? He needed to be close to her again and short of joining her six feet underground, protecting her sister and being with her was the next best thing.

Then there was Vivia. She was going through a lot. Between her mother being terminally ill, the downright nasty fight with her father, her siblings' collective drama and the kicker of a new wave of letters bringing back bad memories, she spent most of her days lost in painting in their living room, When he first claimed her, Vivi was a bright blonde with so much life and light inside of her. Yet that light seemed to go out the day Allison’s heart stopped beating on his bathroom floor. Vivi was barely human anymore. A shell. A husk. A soulless mannequin selling beauty but not much else. Mi Corazon. He called her. But that had always been a lie. ReyRey’s heart was buried in Edenridge cemetery, held in the hands of a dead girl.

The Montero’s were in town, still another impetus for Rey’s escape away from the den of sin. They had worked out some deal with the Mayor and we’re going to break ground on a new hotel which would front a gun running ring. Uncle Esteban was always a savvy businessman but his downfall would always be his love for his family. He could’ve come to town, done the deal and be gone in a month. Instead he brought the whole brood. Cass was cool and thankfully Espie was locked up in a loony bin but he brought Sal and already the little fuck was blowing up his phone. Salvador had worshipped Rey since he was in diapers. Kid was always a little fuckwad but now R2 had to protect the little shit lest Eden would eat him alive.

So there he was, tearing down the backroad on a trek toward the Blue Hill Reservation having left his boy Scorpion in charge whilst he was away. Why was he going to cowboy country? Two simple reasons: weed and Jadyn Isaacs. When Reynaldo was still trying to make his mark in the business, he had been sent on a trip up to Salem to try and work something out with a heavy set up there. The only muscle he had was his friend Yardie whom God rest his soul was built like a fire truck. After negotiations failed and Rey and Yardie shot their way out of town, they decided to drive separately back to Eden. In no rush to return and face the wrath of Big Papi, Reynaldo decided to stop in Blue Hill for a beer or six. That’s when she walked in.

ReyRey was instantly attracted to Jadyn. The way she carried herself, cool and confident, she stood out amongst the other indigenous women that littered the longhouse. It didn’t take long before they were back at her farm on the outskirts of the Reservation. They had barely made it to the barn before they were tearing each other’s clothes off. The next morning, the warm light of day shone across a field of marijuana and Rey for the first time in his life almost believed in God. From then on, Jadyn became his green connection. He would stop by every so often, they’d have some fun and then he’d ship back with the best product in New England. It was a solid deal. More often than not lately, the Reservation had become ReyRey’s emergency exit.

As the Firebird tore into Blue Hill, the Kingsnake looked out of the window at his new surroundings. As a man of color, he had dealt with his fair share of systemic problems but it still took him aback just how truly forgotten the Native Americans were as a whole. There were so many parts of the Reservation that were borderline derelict and unlivable. Was it any wonder people like Jadyn had to turn to people like him to fund the place? Families lived in squalor, babies had no food and the only joy most of them got was a good hard night of drinking at the Longhouse. Shameful fucking shit from the country that claims such inclusivity.

Pulling up outside of the farm, R2 climbed out of his car and looked at the old farmhouse. It was quite the beast. Jadyn didn’t live there alone though, there had always been a young girl living there too. She was about Aleyda’s age. She carried more Native features than Jadyn did, with sun kissed skin and big brown eyes. Think it was her sister's kid? He wasn’t really sure since a lot of people on the Rez called her Auntie. Rey locked up the Firebird and made his way to the front door. He didn’t bother to knock and entered outright.

[color=gold]“Oye flor nativa, papi está en casa!”[/color]

As Rey entered the modest farmhouse, the scent of cooking meat could be detected wafting through the area. It wasn’t the typical smell of beef, it was gamier, less fatty. It was the smell of nice thick venison steaks broiling in the oven. They weren’t ready for the sear on the stove, and quite frankly, if Jadyn had her way, she would be standing over the massive barbeque on the back porch watching these beauties get those good grill marks on them. But the storm was coming and she didn’t want to risk having to depart from her tried and tested methods in case of rain. So she went with her indoor method. When Auntie wants steak, she’s gonna have steak. One way or the other, Jadyn Issacs, more often than not, got what she wanted.

And R2 was one of those things she got. She could remember the night she met him at the Cabin, the informal name for the bar on the reservation that served as a meeting place as well as a front whenever Jadyn needed to move some product. The community held together like that after all, and the owner, Freddie, owed her countless times over. Especially with the Longhouse opening a few years ago with a much better setup. So Jadyn would usually post up with some portions of her latest harvest, whether it be from the woods, the farm or the special section of the barn, and find some takers. Back then, it was usually amongst the community itself and the few truckers that would pass through the Rez en route to other destinations. But when Rey popped in that night, his strong, chiseled Latin body standing out immediately among the regular patrons of the Cabin, Jadyn knew that she was going to tame that bull. Or at least get a good ride out of him.

But she got even more than that. As they laid in her spacious bed, they got to talking. With Jadyn’s arm draped over Reynaldo’s chest, they both learned of each other’s particular jobs and what they could do for each other. Jadyn even had the product to let Rey enjoy some of the good, outdoor-grown crops she had been cultivating on the farm. And a deal was struck. Mutually beneficial for all sides. Rey got the product he needed to sell in the Boston area, Jadyn got a much larger distribution network for her product, and they both got mind-blowing physical activity from the deal. Jadyn had to be a little careful with Tena staying with her, but it didn’t matter. Rey usually knew how to keep Jadyn quiet.

Jadyn knew how to keep him happy too. Make sure the deal was still good for both sides. She was the biggest source of income on the reservation thanks to the Serpents’ money coming in, and she did her best to spread the wealth around, but it was never enough. If Rey ever pulled out, she wasn’t sure if the temporary lapse in income would be able to be weathered. So when she knew a visit was on the cards, that’s when the steaks came out of the freezer, that’s when the special quail feather earrings were worn to stand out among the controlled mess of brown hair, and that’s when she was ready to make sure R2 knew just how welcome he was in her home.

[color=19CEEB]“Wah-hey, papi!”[/color] Jadyn called back as she left the oven alone for a second and appeared at the top of the stairs. The earrings were the fanciest part of her outfit, as she favored a simple black tank top and deep white stone necklace atop a pair of blue denim shorts today. Keeping it simple was usually her MO. [color=19CEEB]“Welcome back, big boy. It’s been too long. I was gonna have to knock the freezer burn off those venison steaks if I kept them in there any longer waiting for you.”[/color] She smirked as she looked down at her business partner/paramour. [color=19CEEB]“You’re lucky my cooking skills are good enough to make even cold-scorched deer taste like fuckin’ heaven.”[/color]

There she was, ReyRey’s emergency exit. Jadyn really didn’t have to try as hard as she did whenever he came to town but the Kingsnake appreciated it anyway. As downright cruel and malicious the son of Big Rey could be, R2 actually felt positive about helping to fund the Reservation. He enjoyed the company of the people there and he didn’t just mean his lover/business partner. When Rey was at Blue Hill, he didn’t have to be R2, the Kingsnake, heir to El Serpiente himself Gory Gonzalez. When he was in this dump of a community, he could just be Reynaldo Junior. It was a refreshing change of pace and he had considered more than once leaving Eden all together and making a home on the Rez.

Ascending the stairs, R2 admired the foxy woman who welcomed him. That was as accurate a description as he could come up with because that’s exactly what she was, foxy. Gorgeous, playful, clever and cunning. Jadyn Issacs was a perfect foil for him. [color=gold]“Speaking of tastes like heaven…”[/color] When ReyRey got to the top of the staircase, he tossed his bag down onto the floor and wrapped the Native woman up in his arms. He pressed the brunette against the wall, pressed his lips to hers and slipped his tongue deep into her mouth. He needed this. The surface pressure was killing him lately but ReyRey was too stubborn to die.

[color=gold]“Mmm. Missed you, mami.”[/color]

There weren’t many people who could forcefully take Auntie without her sizing them up first, but Rey proved to be a worthwhile exception for Jadyn. As she let her back hit the wall, with R2 clearly in need of some of the good sugar, the Nipmuc woman was happy to oblige. Her tongue danced against the Kingsnake’s. No fork was detected, no ulterior motive present, just a man and a woman happy to see each other and expressing it.

Though Jadyn would never admit it, it always felt good to have ReyRey around to take her like this and let her know that she was not alone. It had been a hard life. Her piece of shit father abandoned her mother when Jadyn was only four, leaving the two in the care of the family on the Rez. Her bubba died soon after, leaving the homestead to Cheryl and her sisters to take care of. But the cruel winters came for all the older Silverheel women, with Cheryl the last to depart 10 years ago. That left Jadyn to not only look after the property at 21, but her cousin Tena as well, after her mom Dakota passed the previous winter to the same cancer. It was a gruelling decade, building things up to the point where Tena was not only self-sufficient enough to be able to follow Jalyn’s footsteps as a resident handywoman, but Jalyn herself was confident enough to be able to start delegating some things to other members of the nation. It meant she could enjoy the company of those she cared about more than her own survival for a change. And top of that list was Reynaldo Gonzalez.

As their kiss broke, Jalyn was content to leave her arms draped over R2’s broad shoulders, leaning on the Serpent to keep her tethered to the moment as the smell of the meat continued to waft around, joined by the spices from the roasting potatoes that were catching the rare drippings of the venison, absorbing those flavors into the flaky flesh. The sweet squash mash on the stove wasn’t as fragrant, but still on the back of Jalyn’s mind. It wouldn’t do to let the mash burn, but it could hang there for a while as she bathed in the comfort of Rey’s embrace.

[color=19CEEB]“I can tell,”[/color] Jalyn confirmed with another smirk. She could always have that kind of confidence in front of R2. For many years, she had to build it up with a false mask, until she knew she had the power to back it up, but with Rey, it came naturally. Maybe it was because their relationship started with her maintaining that bravado that intrigued him in the first place, but she knew she could let loose with whatever she wanted and R2 would stand there, soaking it all in and giving it back just as well. It worked for them, even if it wasn’t in an official capacity. That was just the way they liked it.

[color=19CEEB]“I missed you too, boo,”[/color] she admitted. [color=19CEEB]“Like I said, been too long since you came waltzing into my home like this. Was starting to think I gave it to you too good last time, letting you drift on those memories without coming back for more.”[/color] Jadyn laughed, knowing that wouldn’t be the case. [color=19CEEB]“But I knew you’d come calling eventually. Some peace of mind and a piece of me will do you good.”[/color] One hand dropped from Rey’s shoulder to his butt and a squeeze backed up Jadyn’s remark.

Oh, she did love to play the game and for all intents and purposes ReyRey [i]was[/i] the fucking game. He grasped at Jadyn’s hips and span her in his arms so that her chest was pressed against the wall. He allowed one hand to trace down her back and down to her thigh as the other held onto the rear of her neck. [color=gold]“You goddamn right,”[/color] he whispered into her ear and she wasn’t wrong. Being with Jadyn and away from the pressures of the world would always be a welcome reprieve.

[color=BB986B]“Hey Auntie, have you seen my little brown dress? I wanna wear it ton…”[/color] Mitena stopped in her tracks as she turned the corner to greet her dear departed mother's youngest sister. Instead of finding Jadyn slaving over the meaty goodness whose aroma had been filling the air around the farm since the early afternoon, she found her in quite the compromising position with her sometimes lover. 

Tena sighed through her nose and furrowed her brow. [color=BB986B]“Rey,”[/color] she met him bluntly. The young woman was not massively keen on her aunt’s choice of partner. She was fully aware of what the erstwhile lord of serpents brought to the dance when it came to funding the flat-lining Reservation but that didn’t mean that the rock and roll girl had to like it. He came and went as he pleased. He took what he wanted, when he wanted and to him and was happy to steal into the night just as fast as he would arrive in his flaming steel chariot. What a dick.

Releasing Jadyn from his grasp, ReyRey looked at the young woman glaring back at him. She’d always been a firecracker. She shared the same dark gaze of another kid he knew once upon a time. A kid whose memory had haunted him and his home for far too long. Rey did often wonder, despite the revelations of early summer, had he killed Charlie like he intended to back on that cold winter night, how many lives could he have actually saved? Perhaps he would cease to be the villain of the story and be seen as a hero? [color=gold]“Nice to see you kid.”[/color]

Jadyn was ready to say fuck the steaks and let R2 do whatever he wanted right there in the hallway, until she got the stark reminder that they were not alone in the house. Not yet anyway. But Tena was getting big enough to handle herself. It’s why Jadyn trusted her to go off to the Longhouse by herself for her shows and such. It might even be a decent laundering opportunity in the future if her band takes off. For now though, Tena was just a massive boxblock.

[color=19CEEB]“Sup, kiddo?”[/color] Jadyn said as she readjusted her shorts following Rey’s twirl. [color=19CEEB]“Um, your brown dress?”[/color] The older woman looked up as if it would materialize on the ceiling. [color=19CEEB]“Well, I think I washed it the other day, so it might still be hanging in the basement?”[/color] Truth be told, Jadyn might have borrowed it the previous Saturday on a trip to the Cabin to peruse who might be coming in on the holiday weekend. [color=19CEEB]“But it should be ready to go for tonight. You openin’ or you closin’ down?”[/color]

[color=BB986B]“We’re headlining the Longhouse tonight, weather providing of course.”[/color] Living with her auntie always had its perks. After her mother passed, Mitena was at first unsure about going to live with Jadyn but their free spirits complimented each other well. If anything, they shared a far more sisterly bond than they did a maternal one. Jadyn let Tena pretty much do whatever she liked as long as she did her chores and paid her way. She also didn’t judge when Tena brought back a boy or girl from whatever club the band had played that night. It was a shame then that Mitena couldn’t offer her aunt the same, especially when it came to ReyRey. The indigenous rock star had read her brothers letters back to back and then back again and one R2 Gonzalez was a featured player in her big brother's ever present pain.

Rey glanced down at the dark-haired beauty's wrist. That leather brace. He would know it anywhere. He could still see Charlie reaching up with his hand covered in blood and wearing that brace as R2 beat him within an inch of his life in that shed on Carlisle. [color=gold]“Hm, a gig? Could be fun”[/color] ReyRey kissed Jadyn’s cheek and followed his nose into the kitchen that smelled absolutely divine. His Flor nativa had outdone herself this time. He opened up the fridge and pulled out an ice cold beer, popping the top off against the counter.

[color=19CEEB]“Check the steaks while you’re in there but don’t touch them, ReyRey!”[/color] Jadyn shouted to the guest as he disappeared behind the wall.

Tena’s chocolate eyes watched as the Latin man disappeared around the corner. Once he was out of view, she returned her attention to her auntie. [color=BB986B]“How long is he here for this time Jay? One day? Two? I know he brings in a lot of cash for the Rez but he’s dangerous. I know you’ve been together for years but it’ll only take one thing to set him off.”[/color]

Auntie had to just stand there and take it for a second. She knew Mitena didn’t approve of Reynaldo. They had talked about him a few times, usually on those nights when the two of them stayed in with a few drinks and a couple movies. Tena’s opinion definitely went south when she learned of her half-brother who happened to be an underling of R2’s on the Serpents. Not that it was stellar to begin with, but when she learned what abuse Charlie took from the hands of her business partner, Jadyn was having to defend ReyRey more and more. Even after Charlie snapped and shot up his school, Tena still defended him. Honestly, even though they were a distant relation, Jadyn was ashamed that Charlie took that path. It looked bad for the Rez, as if they needed to give the Whites any more reason to look down on Blue Hill. But Mitena held on to that bracelet for dear life, knowing it was the link that kept the Decker boy alive in her eyes.

[color=19CEEB]“He’s only going to be here for a couple of days,”[/color] Jadyn answered as she leaned against the wall. [color=19CEEB]“Just to clear his head, get out of Eden for a minute, which, I don’t fuckin’ blame him for. Swear that town is cursed. But, their money ain’t.”[/color]

She moved forward to put her hands on Tena’s shoulders. [color=19CEEB]“And I know you worry about what his temper can do, but he hasn’t done anything here in the seven years we’ve been together. And he knows that if he does something so stupid as to lay a finger on me or you or anyone else who lives on the Rez, he’s going to have some BFNs to deal with, and he knows that true.”[/color] Jadyn leans back. [color=19CEEB]“This is his heaven. He’s a smart boy. He’s not going to fuck it up.”[/color]

Auntie Jay did make some satiate points. She and Rey had been “together” for years now and despite his overdose of machismo, he had been nothing but kind and courteous to her and the other people on the Rez. He had never laid a finger on anyone beyond a bar fight or two and never a raised voice. With what she knew about Eden, Tena would agree that the town was cursed by the Great Spirit. Every so often a news article would pop up talking about another murder or vanishing or a crime so horrific they would say the devil himself had done it. Look what the place did to Charlie.

Mitena would never justify the actions undertaken by her half-sibling. What Charlie did on his final day was evil and her heart always went out to the people, the victims, of his vile deed. Yet there was a part of her that thirsted for more knowledge on the matter. Especially after rereading all the letters that he had sent her over their brief relationship. Maybe there was some secret in them that would help solve the mystery? Tena had picked up on a few clues and recurring themes in his words and one of them was now plating up steak in her kitchen. The beautiful Native girl did wonder if ever she would find herself in their sister town, walking the same streets her brother did. Would that hellmouth open for her just as it did for him and her father?

[color=BB986B]“I’m sorry Auntie Jay, I know you got this.”[/color] Mitena brushed her hair behind both ears. Jadyn had already been through so much. Tena knew that her aunt was a strong ass bitch, they both were. [color=BB986B]“Guess I better go to the basement and find that dress. Leave you two in peace. If you feel the need, we’re on stage from nine thirty. I’ll put you on Chief’s tab.”[/color]

[color=19CEEB]“It shouldn’t be too hard for you to find,”[/color] Jadyn confirmed. [color=19CEEB]“Don’t be too long getting changed. Dinner’s gonna be ready in a few minutes. You can’t be rockin’ shit on an empty stomach, kiddo.”[/color] Auntie gave a wink. [color=19CEEB]“And don’t worry. You know peace ain’t comin’ here, but we’ll be all right. I’ll probably take Rey down around then. Chief definitely still owes me a few, so he can pay for our drinks, and I always get a thrill watching you on stage. You got your dad’s musical talents. Thank the spirits you got your mom’s everything else.”[/color]

A sigh escaped Jadyn’s lips. She still missed Dakota. She missed all the family she couldn’t keep in this realm. If nothing else, having Tena around meant she still maintained that link, but a decade passed quickly, and Tena was going to leave the nest sooner or later. Jadyn knew she wasn’t getting any older and probably should start looking to settle down. Make sure it wasn’t just going to be up to Mitena to carry on the Silverheel legacy.

But R2 probably wasn’t that avenue. One of the things that made them work as a couple was that they both liked their ability to free wheel, and Jadyn wasn’t going to give that up any time soon. Not for any of her current prospects. It would take someone special to tame this fox.

[color=19CEEB]“Now go get ready. I’ll have an ice water ready for you with your meal and if it turns back to tap water, I’ll know you’re overthinkin’ shit.”[/color]

[color=BB986B]“Love you Auntie,”[/color] Mitena kissed her aunt's cheek. She would die for this woman. She had put her life on hold to take care of her and she wouldn’t allow that sacrifice to go unrewarded. If she relentlessly worked hard at her music, just like her dear mother always taught her too, she would be successful and she would give Jadyn and the tribe everything they deserved for raising her. For giving her a life when it would’ve been so easy to let it fade away. She moved past the auburn haired beauty and towards the basement to find her signature dress.

As Tena left, Jadyn walked back around to the kitchen to find R2 enjoying his own beverage. [color=19CEEB]“All right, kiddo’s gonna be here to grab some grub, then she’s off to the Longhouse to get ready for her show. I told her I’d come by when Red Wolf Road goes on.”[/color] The businesswoman walked up to the gang leader and slipped her hand into one of his back pockets. [color=19CEEB]“Maybe you’ll come too.”[/color]

[color=gold]“I mean I’ll definitely come and so will you.”[/color] ReyRey wrapped his arm around Jadyn’s neck and upper body with his beer still in hand, bringing her close into his chest. As they stood in their embrace, R2 couldn’t help but wonder if civility and safety were even a possibility for him? He was attracted to dangerous women. Jadyn. Vivia. Allison. Lexie. Maxine. He pondered the idea that any one of them could’ve been a future for him? Was there even a future for him? He was a gang leader in Edenridge. At this point in his life, he was just waiting for the Lord to call his number. Until that day though, Rey wasn’t going to go down easy. He was ReyRey fucking Gonzalez. The Kingsnake.

[color=gold]“But that’s for later. A show sounds fun. Be nice to live in your world for a night.”[/color]

Jadyn laughed and planted a kiss on R2's bare skin above the top of his shirt. [color=19CEEB]“You're always welcome to be part of this world, Papi.”[/color] She patted his ass and twirled herself out of his grasp. [color=19CEEB]“Now I gotta finish searing these deer steaks to get that good finish. You just keep enjoying that beer, and I'll make sure we both eat well tonight.”[/color] With a wink, Jadyn went back to her food. The snake could keep her wrapped up good and tight tonight, but the fox had to finish crafting their meal. And their dance would continue...

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