Phoenix, Arizona was a place she managed to find herself in, partaking in a drug cartel. She usually found herself working under Hector Ramirez, her bosses right hand man, on the streets of the state to ensure people are paying their dues. A debt or even tax collector if you will. She walks up to the lovely and adorable marketplace outside of Pheonix, spotting someone she didn't expect to see and someone who she knows. However, the authoritive figure doesn't really know her.
She walks up to the smoking hot woman who is wearing a tight dress that shows off every single curve and doesn't have sleeves so you can see the woman's muscular arms. Emma bites her lip as she rakes her eyes over this woman's body, acknowledging her plump bottom poking out as she bends down to examine the gold, handmade jewelry infront of her. When Emma's eyes make it down to this woman's feet, she finds a pair of black, red bottom stilettos. The perfect Louis Vuitton 'fuck me' heels and Emma just knows already that they are most definitely not comfortable from the way the other woman's calves are strained. When Emma brings her eyes back up to the brunettes hair, she finds an above the shoulder, straight dew. The desirable woman picks up some jewelry and holds her money out for the older woman at the stand and that's when Emma comes in.
"I'll get that." The blonde offers as she pulls out her wallet. Recieving a very stern look from the brunette next to her causes her to put back her wallet. "I'm sorry..?" Emma seems offended and she doesn't understand why this woman seems so rude.
"I can buy my own things, thank you." This woman just spews at Emma as she inspects the strange, never seen before human. "I don't take gifts from strangers and I have no lack of money." The nighmare of a woman finishes speaking and begins to walk away from the stand with her commodities.
Emma, very angrily, follows her and looks at her. "You don't need to be so damn rude. I have not a clue how people deal with you." Hands on her hips, Emma challenges this woman's glare.
"I'm sorry.. Regina Garcia.. you are?" She asks as she was quite unaware of who this woman thinks she is and where she gained the balls to talk to her in a such a manner.
"Emma. Swan." The taller woman looks down at Regina with a shake of her head. "And that's not your name, Mrs. Cordova." Emma smirks before she walks away from her bosses wife and leaves the marketplace.
Regina, although dumbfounded, decided she needed to leave as well since this blonde princess just ruined her mood.
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She sat there on her bed, tears flowed freely down her face as she held a pillow against her face to muffle her cries. She looked over at her sleeping little brother and jumped at the calm knock on her door. "Miel?" She hears from other side of the door, her mother calling out to her. Her mother always called her that. Honey, in English it what is was. However she isn't in Pheonix right now. She's not married and she doesn't have a beautiful son. She's sixteen snd pushing through life as best as she can. She's learning English well and hopefully she can run away. Run far and long and make her way to America just to escape the grasp of her father.
"Si?" She looks to the door and wipes her tears up before dragging herself to the door. She opens it slowly to meet her mothers sad gaze and bruised face. When she saw her father angrily storming up behind her mom, she slammed the door shut and ran toward her small window. "No!" She flew open her window and crawled through the tiny space, hitting the pavement on the other side. She quickly rose to her feet and ran as fast as her body would allow.
She could hear her fathers yelling from her home and it only rattled her more. "Regina!" She heard him scream and throw some kind of glass but she didn't turn back.
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FanfictionOne shot* Regina Cordova is working through a divorce with her husband Pablo when their employee, Emma Swan, manages to get in the way and throw her off guard. Chase and Once Upon A Time together. I don't own many characters. Warning: mature conte...