↳ 𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 | NARCOS MEXICO ( 1-3)
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( This is a fan fiction you should watch the show first before reading since none of it will make sense if you don't ! I also do not condone the actions or themes portrayed in this book, it is simply a fa...
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IT WAS TOO silent for Estella, and anyone involved in this world knew that wasn't a good thing. Estella was beginning to grow lonely inside the home where Benjamín and her were still impatiently hiding out. Estella knew that Benjamín was busy trying to fix everything with the public and was trying to help Enedina lead his role while he couldn't.
But it still felt lonely, as if Estella weren't spending as much time with Benjamín. She never said anything, knowing everything was too tense and that he was stressed and trying his best. Estella still wanted to make sure their relationship would be strong though, and she knew the entire situation with Amado hadn't been the best for their relationship.
Estella just wanted to spend time with Benjamín and get away from all the stress, but it seemed like that was impossible due to the massive hate from the public after the bishop's death. But it was an overwhelming feeling knowing they were trapped inside this hide-out for weeks on end still waiting for the call that allows them to go back home to the comfort of safety and familiarity.
"Benjamín, stay a little bit longer." Estella begged gently pulling Benjamín's arm as he hurried to put on his pants, rushing to answer a call that was easily deemed as very important.
"No puedo quedarme, tengo que responder a la llamada. I'm sorry, but remember that I love you. We'll talk. You can hang out at the pool and I'll meet you there for lunch." Benjamín replied as he put on his shirt, glaring at Estella's disappointed look. She stood up holding the white covers to her naked body, making her way over to the closet to grab some clean clothes.
"¿Estás enojada o qué? You didn't reply." Benjamín walked up to Estella, who clipped on a bra. She shrugged as she looked at his reflection in the mirror, she could tell that he was doing his best to listen and communicate despite his hurry.
"Nothing. I just want to spend more time with you, that's all. But you can go along. We'll talk later, I love you too." Estella forced a light smile, watching Benjamín sigh a breath of relief before giving her a quick peck on her forehead.
"I promise we'll talk." He said, running out of the room giving orders to his sicarios as Estella gazed at her reflection in the tall brown wooden mirror.
She observed every feature of herself feeling like something was different. She felt a sense of sickness, but shrugged it off as anxiety. Everything always linked back to her anxiety but this time it felt so strange, but Estella again excused it and made her way to the vanity to get ready for the long day ahead of her.
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Benjamín was currently on the phone with Enedina discussing everything that had been going on. Things were calming down, but it seemed as if nobody would ever forget the bishop's tragic death. But it almost seemed like something else was on Benjamín's mind that seemed to bother him more than the public irritation.
