Alejandro Vargas x Reader

Nine

Lost in thoughts, you stood in front of the kitchen window, your hands covered with dish soap and bubbles, while your gaze strolled along the fences outside.

Alejandro was gone for only about a day now and yet you already could feel worry grow in the pit of your stomach.

Your gaze jumped over your shoulder to a kitchen drawer. There was a second floor hidden and in it was a burner phone. He had placed it for safety reasons, better sound than sorry.

You knew that this was for emergencies and emergencies only but every now and then you found your fingers wandering off into the direction.

A heavy sigh rolled off your lips. You shook the bubbles off your hands before massaging the bridge of your nose. A headache started to grow between your eyes.

Somehow this felt like a bad omen.

Suddenly, a small hand tugged at the hem of your shirt. Startled, you flinched and twirled around, almost throwing the child across the room that patiently waited for you to respond.

Familiar ginger hair caught your eye. You sighed.

"Wesley...", you squatted down in front of him.

With a curled smile, the boy pulled his shoulders up.

"Did I scare you?", he asked in an apologetic tone.

You smiled softly.

"Just a little.", you admitted. "Do you need anything?"

His eyes wandered through the room for a moment. He seemed to hesitate. He only ever did that when he was about to snitch on one of his siblings.

But this time you felt like it was different. He wasn't just pretending. He truly struggled what to say.

"Mijo, whatever it is, I won't be mad, I promise.", you grabbed his face with both hands so that he was forced to focus on you.

Sometimes his brain failed to source out the important from the unimportant and he wandered off with this thoughts.

"Julio and Moro walked out the gate.", he mumbled while his fingers flawed into the fabric of his printed t-shirt. "I think they forgot not to leave the farm..."

Your heart skipped a beat. Almost immediately your entire body was covered by thick goosebumps while all the little hairs stood up straight.

Swallowing hard, you managed to keep the smile on your lips. But you couldn't help and suck in a sharp breath.

"I'll go check on them.", you breathed and gave him a gentle push towards the bedrooms. "Go get Niña and join the twins in their room."

He nodded.

"We won't come out until you tell us to.", the little boy assured and ran off.

Your eyes followed him until the shadows of the hallway devoured his little head of ginger locks.

A door was opened, then his small voice said something that you weren't able to fully understand. Not a moment later little feet tapped over the tiles. Another door was opened and then shut.

Only when your ears picked up the sound of a key being turned inside a lock did your gaze jump out of the window in hopes to find traces of the boys that had wandered off.

But there was nothing in sight. They must have rounded the corner of the mountain.

It wasn't far, but everything that couldn't be seen was potential danger. The kids knew that and thus weren't allowed to leave the farm without an adult. You lived in the middle of nowhere and yet it wasn't impossible to get lost in the wide landscape.

Maybe they were already so far ahead that they had lost track and weren't able to return.

The thought send shivers down your spine.

You were about to step out the door as you stopped.

Something didn't feel right. Maybe you just got paranoid because of the kids, but the atmosphere seemed to have changed.

Your eyes jumped up.

The sky had darkened. Only a few minutes before it had been a bright day with a spotless sky, only a few dots of white that crossed.

But now the blue had turned into a dirty grey. More clouds gathered and blocked the light of the sun.

As you took a deep breath the air smelled of iron.

"It's going to rain soon.", you mumbled to yourself and turned on your heel to fetch the burner phone from the hidden drawer.

You weren't superstitious, but trusted in your gut feeling. Many years involved in shady business had taught you to always trust your own instincts.

This was a moment like you had plenty back then. Your gut was screaming bloody murder.

Again, you wanted to rush out but stopped as the door to your and Alejandro's bedroom caught your eye. It looked like it was still locked.

But something didn't feel right.

For a moment you hesitated. Then you took a deep breath and rolled your eyes.

"A la mierda...", you sighed and approached.

Your hand lay on the handle of the door as you froze once again to listen for strange noises on the other side.

Nothing.

Everything seemed to be fine. Just the way it was supposed to be.

You threw a glance into the room.

No one was there.

Less anxious but still tense, you took a step inside and let your eyes wander along the walls and furniture just to make sure that nothing was going on.

Your gaze was caught by the bed.

There was another secret stach underneath one of the floor tiles under the bed.

You weren't fond of what was hidden there but in that moment it seemed like a good idea to be safe instead of sorry.

Your gut feeling had never disappointed you. And it wouldn't start today.

With a sigh, you lowered yourself to the floor and crawled under the bed to feel for the loose tile that kept a secret.

The floor was dusty. Maybe it was time for you to start vacuuming where you couldn't see as well.

A clacking sound filled your ears.

Relieved, you huffed and pushed the tile aside to throw a glance into the gun safe that Alejandro had included for worst case scenarios.

You counted the guns, all there, before grabbing a pistol and a spare magazine.

As you closed everything again, your eyes wandered up by chance.

Blood froze in your veins.

There was a bug taped to one of the planks of the slatted frame.