Alejandro Vargas x Reader

Thirteen

"Diego, was it?", the sound of your old nickname still echoed inside your ears as you straightened your back to look him dead in the eye with a smirk. "If you know my cursed name, you must also know who I am."

A little hesitant, he curled his lips, needed a moment before he found words that he himself found suitable.

"I'm just here to invite you.", he lowered his head like an obedient dog.

"And I already declined.", you pressed out between clenched teeth. "Leave. Now."

"She won't appreciate your response."

"She can suck my dick. Now gather your minions and fuck off. Nos entendemos?"

Once again Diego hesitated. His gaze wandered over his shoulder to check on the car that still waited in front of your porch.

Judging by his reaction you figured that she was inside.

The thought send an icy shiver down your spine. It felt like the blood was about to turn solid inside your veins. Sweat crawled down your back.

It had been long ever since you've felt this irritated. And she didn't even show her face yet. All that was needed was the mentioning of her fucking name.

But you didn't let your disturbed state of mind be shown on the outside. If there was one thing you had learned about the narcos it was that they smelled fear like sharks blood in the water.

You couldn't give them a chance to get to you. You'd be dead before taking the next breath.

"She's here?", you asked with a huff instead. "Really?"

His eyes returned to you.

All of a sudden your brain stopped thinking straight for a second. In that brief moment you pushed Diego aside and approached the car with quick steps.

Out of reflex your hand reached to your back and pulled out the pistol. But your finger refused to lay on the trigger.

Anger burned inside your throat.

You couldn't believe it.

After everything she had done she had the fucking audacity to show up at your doorstep.

What even made her think she had the right to be in your life in the first place?

She had ruined it all. And she'd make it worse if she wouldn't fuck off.

"Lo dices en serio?!", you yelled as you tore the back door of the car open, gun in hand to point it inside. "Maldita puta!"

You were about to scream bloody murder, throw every insult imaginable at her as you suddenly froze. Taken aback, you sucked in a sharp breath and then had to wipe your face.

"I could have guess that...", you sighed to yourself and smashed the door shut again to look at Diego. "Imbécil. You trick like a bastard."

He chuckled and shrugged.

"She's got loads on her plate.", he explained in a sober manner.

"Right.", you laughed, bitter that you had fallen for this stupid trick. "Drugs don't sell itself, no? Kids don't get recruited without a nice smile and a hand to guide them."

"You're doing her injustice. Thanks to her, Las Almas is stabilised."

"I don't fucking care, cabrón!", you pointed the gun at him. "Take your cars, and your invite and every fucking thing that was touched by your filthy drug infested narco hands and get off my land! Puta madre!"

"Or what?", he did a gesture that made clear that he and his people outnumbered you.

In his opinion, and probably in the opinion of anyone with common sense, he had the upper hand. And he was not wrong in that assumption.

You were outnumbered. Your ammunition would run out before they had finished firing the first round with their automatic machine guns.

What he didn't know, however, was that he was very close to meeting the person that you once had been. A person who had walked over corpses, unscrupulous and cruel like no other.

You had been a monster.

Even she had feared you. That was the only reason why you had been able to leave. No one had dared to stop you.

So what did she want from you?

What reason could she have had for wanting you back?

Taking a deep breath, you straightened your back and lowered your gun. Casually, you let it dangle on one of your fingers while spreading your arms to mock him.

"Or I'll shove it up your ass and send her my regards.", you said with a chuckle. "Try me, Diego. You said I should remember you. Which means you remember me very, very well. Do you want to get to know me even better?"

Now the point had finally come when realisation struck him. The hard expression on his bearded face disappeared and instead his eyebrows lifted with surprise. He had to take a deep breath, refusing to take another step towards you.

But he had to show strength in the presence of his people. Anyone who had ever been in the narco system knew that the one who showed weakness would die. Everyone was replaceable. It was just a question of how easily replaceable.

You and her were people of a special kind. It was hard to find one like you, which was why the cartel valued you.

But Diego knew he was a man like any other. Only he hadn't been given a job like any other.

"We could just kill you.", he growled in a last ditch effort to keep his pride alive.

All his threat got out of you was an amused laugh.

"You don't really believe that, do you?", you asked with a shake of your head. "No, amigo. She sent for me, didn't she? She wants me alive or we wouldn't be talking now. Imagine returning to her with the news that I'm dead. Because of you."

A shadow crossed his face.

He knew he had fucked up. It was him who couldn't get out of this situation. He had tried to play a game and was about to loose it.

"Well...", Diego cleared his throat. "In that case we take everything our narco hands have touched. Get the kids."

With a gesture of his head he ordered two of his minions to get going.