amor| an Alejandro Vargas fanfiction

III

Chapter III
One bullet two men

Oh the headache I've got from last night. I slowly started to remember what happened as I was enjoying my coffee. Ghost got bored and left, Rodolfo was having a karaoke duet with Soap and Alejandro was holding me in his lap, holding my waist tightly. He was quite comfortable, I cant deny it. It's been so long since I've got this kind of contact, and it did lit something inside of my chest.

He kept drinking that night, while i was just nicely sitting on his lap. From time to time he'd run his hand through my hair, taking it away from my neck so he could place kisses on my skin.

But I need to forget about it, I'm sure he wasn't aware of what he was doing. He's probably just as lonely as I am and the alcohol made him do it. But I honestly enjoyed the feeling of his arms on my waist, his soft lips and his beard tickling my skin.

We were in the car now, heading towards some kind of village, if I can call it this way. The Colonel was sitting in the seat in front of me, looking at the road, his expression being serious. He was really a different man during missions.

We stopped in front of a gate, everyone jumping out the car. I fixed my gear vest, then checked the bullets I had in my gun. I am good to go.

"Where are they holding Hassan?"

"White two-story building. Back of town."

Alejandro spoke something in Spanish with Rodolfo, fist bumping each other, his subordonate leaving with the Los Vaqueros. I assumed they were going to check the other side, then probably meet after.

Ghost opened the gate and we all walked after him in the village. I looked around, a bunch of houses, but no sign of citizens.

"Clear, move."

"Citizens?"

"Gone. Cartel took over. It's a hideout now."

"Good place to keep Hassan."

We hurried to keep up with Alejandro, who lead us to another gate. I could hear voice coming from behind. The soldiers must be there, which I believe it means Hassan is somewhere there too. He has to.

Ghost opened this gate as well.

"Move." Alejandro said.

We all moved in, a bunch of cartel members being spread around. We shot them, all of them laying lifeless on the ground, in a bath of blood. I heard someone speaking Spanish, as more people came running towards us.

"Contacto: todos los Victors se mueven." Alejandro yelled into his comms.

We were outnumbered by those cartel members, but they seemed to be quite dumb. They definitely didnt seem to be as trained as we were. We shot them, falling to rhe ground after the their previous 'friends'.

I felt a pair of hands on me, one covering my mouth, the other one holding a gun to my head. Fuck. I blinked rapidly, trying to think of a way to escape this. I needed to work fast.

"Move." Alejandro spoke, and i watched my teammates walking away. They didnt hear the man sneaking behind. I didnt hear him either, and I was a silent person, they wouldnt notice my disappearance until they turned around or talked to me and noticed I wasnt responding.