[Lalo Salamanca x OC]

Chapter 1 - No, not at all.

Aelita. A beautiful young girl. With so much wasted potential, just because of a family feud. She lightly circled the rim of her whiskey glass with her fingers as the slow music took over her mind. Whiskey finally took its course through her head. Of baltic and slavic blood, she was beautiful, not even an angel could compare. And as a Balt she could handle her alcohol VERY well.

What's a pretty chica, like you doing looking so depressed? A Man with blond, messy hair sat down next to her. While having an awfully smug look on his face. And oh was it ugly.

Aelita put down money on the bar, taking her coat and started to leave. HEY WAIT! The sleazy man ran after her. He caught up and as he put his hand on her shoulder, she dodged his hand and asked. Can I help you?

The blond looked pleased that he finally got her attention. Yes, I was wondering if I could get your number? He said while staring at her breasts, licking his lips and eyefucking her, right infront of her.

Hmm.. How about we make a bet?

A bet?

Yes. A bet. If you win, you get my number. BUT if I win I get to do whatever I want to you. She said while putting on her best suggestive smile. The guy looked interested and surprised. I mean hell either it's a win for me. He taught. He gladly accepted and asked What do we bet on?

I bet that the next car to drive into this parking lot will be a dark green, Monte Carlo. You will win if the next car is something else. He smirked. I mean hell the chances of that car driving in here are slim and the first car to drive into here will be even slimmer. Was his reasoning. He sat down on the curb with her standing right beside him. He tried making small talk but gave up because Aelita gave monotonous answers.

Three minutes go by with no signs of any cars, until finally a car's engine can be heard turning onto the street. Their attentions turn to the street corner where a red camaro 1990 comes into their sight. HAHA looks like i won. He leaped onto his feet. She shushed him, her gaze still following the car as it drove past the entrance to the parking lot. You sure sweetheart?

SHIT. He shrieked. And sat back down putting his head between his arms. Aelita pulled a cig pack out of her coat pocket and took one between her plump, pink lips. He gazed at her lips as she tenderly lit it and inhaled the intoxicating smell. It was his breaking point. He stood up quickly, slapped the cigarette out of her hands and started yelling. YOU BITCH. YOU MAKE WE WAIT AND PLAY A STUPID GAME WHILE I CAN JUST TAKE YOU RIGHT HERE AND NOW. He went to grab her hair but she slapped his hand away. She simply looked at the fallen cigarette in sorrow since it was her last one. Despite being in the wrong he looked like she just called him the bitch. He started yelling even more and finally as he was about to swing a punch at her a dark green Monte Carlo pulled into the parking lot. Aelita locked eyes with the driver. She noticed, he didn't. As he was too preoccupied with throwing a punch.

She dodged way too easily, brought her knee to his gut swiftly and as he clenched his stomach he took her elbow and hit him over the head knocking him out cold.

The man's body fell to the cold concrete as she simply put her gloves back on and went to call a taxi, finally breaking eye contact. While swaying her hips she walked to the drivers side, he noticed her approaching and rolled down his window.

That was impressive, where did you learn moves like that? A man with a mustache inquired. Aelita smoothly smirked and answered Big brother taught me.

She leaned against his car as he joined her. Pulling a cigarette pack out of his pocket and offering her one. She took one and so did he. You have a light? She nodded and lit his cigarette. They smoked for a bit in comfortable silence. But he broke it introducing himself. I'm Eduardo by the way, although you can call me Lalo.