Alejandro Vargas x Reader

Twelve

With a blank face you walked towards the car closest to you and glanced through the driver's window. No one was sitting inside.

You moved on to the next car. There was someone standing there.

Arms folded in front of his chest, leaning against the bonnet, the man waited with a cigarette hanging between his lips. He didn't notice you coming closer, his attention was focused on the porch.

You followed his gaze.

A group of people were standing in front of your door. Conspicuously they walked up and down to look through each window.

Calmly, you stopped at the level of the hoop and looked around for a moment before trying to draw attention to yourself. As you did so, you noticed that there were not three cars but four.

The last, black car was parked directly in front of the porch, hidden by the tree you had once planted in memory of Rea, Moro's little sister. All the windows were blacked out, you couldn't see inside. But something told you that someone was waiting whom you did not want to see.

"Are you looking for someone?", you asked, crossing your arms in front of your chest and leaning against the tyre.

As if struck by lightning, the man jerked his head around. The cigarette fell out of his mouth, rolled over the bonnet and fell into the sand.

Your eyes followed it for a moment before you raised your eyes to look at the man. It took him a moment to realise who he was facing.

"B-Boss!", he yelled over his shoulder towards the house. The people on the terrace looked around.

"What?!", growled one of the men, bearded, no hair on his head.

The man pointed his finger at you as if you were a wild animal. Everyone stood rooted to the spot.

A irritating silence hung in the air. One could have cut the tension with a knife.

Your eyes followed the stranger as he walked down the steps from your terrace and came towards you.

He had a wide grin, very white, with teeth so straight that it seemed unnatural. It wasn't often in deserted areas like this that you met people with such gleaming smiles.

He didn't belong in these areas, you knew that. But unlike the others who followed him, he seemed like a mythical creature that didn't fit into the picture at all.

As he came closer, it became even more obvious how right your intuition was. The bald man wore a button-down shirt with a pattern so colourful that even your very Mexican grandmother would have said it was too much. A thick gold chain sparkled at his neck while he carried two guns in a holster under his arms.

"An odd outfit for the desert.", you noted when he was within earshot.

His gaze wandered up and down you.

"And you look very unimpressive for someone from the desert.", he replied with a grin that could have frozen the blood in your veins.

But you were not impressed by men like him. Not any more.

Taking a deep breath in you made eye contact for the first time.

"What do you think people from the desert look like?", you asked in a slightly bored manner.

"Around here?", he gestured into the wideness of nothing. "Farmers, no? With jeans and dirty shirts. Smelling like shit."

His overly aggressive attitude made you huff. He reminded you of a dog that barked but was, in fact, too afraid to actually bite.

Your tongue wandered over your teeth before you let your gaze wander over the others present. Not a familiar face. That at least gave you a little hope.

"I have animals.", you shrugged. "And running water."

Amused, he let out a snort.

"Please.", he spread his arms as if to greet an old friend. "No need to get snarky. I didn't mean to be rude."

You rolled your eyes.

"Strangers turning up uninvited on my property are always rude.", you shrugged. "But it seems I'm the only person who holds this opinion."

He smiled.

"I'm not a stranger.", he insisted, tilting his head. "Don't you remember me?"

He stepped closer. It was an attempt to intimidate you.

You knew these kinds of tactics. They didn't even manage to get a slight change of reaction out of you anymore.

With one eyebrow raised, you let your gaze wander up and down.

"Unfamiliar, terribly sorry.", you said drily after a while.

A little offended, he frowned but didn't let his pride get the better of him.

"In that case let me introduce myself.", he lowered his head as if he were to bow in front of a king. "The name's Diego. Diego Salgado."

Something in the back of your head seemed to remember. But it didn't want to get to you.

"I'd say I'm pleased to meet you, but I'm not. Why are you here?"

"Hostile... Well I suppose my infos on you are true."

You frowned.

"What infos?"

The grin on his face broadened. He knew that he had hit a sore spot.

"Infos. Rumours."

"Are you cartel?", you asked bluntly.

Struck by surprise, his eyebrows rose. For the hint of a second he seemed to be off guard. Obviously he did not expect you to be this blunt about a topic that could get others killed.

But you held some power in this conversation.

"Oh?", Diego started to chuckle, a little taken aback. "Blunt."

"I don't like to waste time. Is it a yes or no?"

"It's a yes."

"Who are you here with?"

Diego curled his lips. A low sound got caught in his throat. He was hesitant.

"I'm impressed.", he said all of a sudden. "Some rumours really manage to capture the essence of the truth."

A little annoyance grew in the pit of your stomach.

"You talk to much.", you replied. "And don't answer enough. Who are you with?"

"Oh, you know who I am with.", he looked you deep in the eye.

Your eyes flinched. A shadow of anger crossed your face for the breath of a second.

"I'm not interested.", you just said. "Leave."

A chuckle made his chest vibrate.

"Just what she had expected from Sin Rostro.", he snarled with a grin.