Alejandro Vargas x Reader

Fourteen

Wrapped in silence and a blank stare on your face, you watched as two of the narcos approached you, guns in hand.

Unimpressed, you stared them down all the way until they were about to pass you to round the car and get up the porch.

"Hermanos.", you sighed and let a hand run through your (H/C) hair. "Are you sure you want to do this? Things might get... ugly for you."

They both froze. Unsure, they looked back at Diego who, very obviously, did not appreciate their hesitation. But judging by his lack of pressure he wasn't all that sure about his decision either.

With lowered eyes, you glanced at one of the men from the corner of your eyes.

He swallowed visibly as he felt the weight of your gaze on him. He even took a slight step back.

"Do not dare to disrespect my orders.", Diego hissed with clench teeth.

You smiled. It was such a strange sight that the other man pointed his gun at your head in fear.

As you turned your head to look at him, his hand started to slightly shake.

How afraid he was even though he did not know who you actually were. All he knew was the name that followed you like a curse, the terrible things you had done that wrapped around you like a garment of sin, sewn into your skin to never be forgotten by you.

Even though it was a terrible thing it gave you some sort of satisfaction to know that people hadn't forgotten you. It was like being a folklore, only whispered into the dark of night in fear it could summon you.

"Look at me closely, mi amigo.", you said with a voice as calm and clear that it was enough to make winter fall. "I don't care for your gun. I've looked down many more, held by men far more powerful than you."

"Shut your mouth!", Diego hissed. "You! Get this over with, now!"

But you did not look away from the young man who clearly feared for his life and soul in that moment.

"Do you know why they call me Sin Rosto?", your leaned forward to feel the cool metal of the barrel press against your forehead. "Huh?"

Swallowing hard, he shook his head. He couldn't even for words anymore.

A smile of satisfaction crossed your face as you felt the rush again that had ruled your life for many years.

"Don't listen!", Diego kept insisting.

"Don't listen to him.", you reached out to wrap your hand around his and make him slowly lower his gun. "They call me Sin Rosto because everyone who's seen my face didn't live long enough to describe it to others."

Your grip put pressure on his wirst. It was a silent warning, very clear and efficient enough for him to pull away and take a huge step back.

"I said get the kids!", Diego yelled and pulled out one of his pistols to blow the man's brains out before he had a chance to beg for mercy.

A single shot rang out. The bullet hit the man's eye, dug into his skull and got stuck.

Blood splattered all over the place.

A few sprinkles fell onto your face. The once familiar feeling had become so alien that it sent goose bumps all over your body.

Unmoved, you examined those empty eyes as he crashed to the floor and remained motionless in the sand.

Your gaze jumped to the remaining man who was supposed to take your kids from their home.

"You want my children?", you asked him and gestured towards his associate. "Be my guest. Try."

Torn between his deep rooted fear of your reputation and the safe bet that Diego would pump a row of bullets into him if he'd refuse to carry out his orders, the man hesitated to take a step back but also refused to go any further.

His grip on his weapon tightened. His breath visibly harshened.

It seemed like he was about to act out in a panic attack as you raised your gun and fired one shot. It was a reflex reaction, triggered by his slight moment to get a better grip on his weapon.

You did not give him the permission to become a threat to you.

The bullet hit him right in the throat. Flesh and muscles were torn apart by the force of the projectile, blood bursted all over his shirt and face.

Struck by the force, he dropped his machine gun and stumbled back, one hand pressed onto the open wound that was now where his Adam's apple used to be, while his other tried to seek hold on the vehicle.

Gasping for air he looked at you with his eyes torn open in terror while life slowly but surely started to leave his body.

It was a traumatising sight, at least for the ones who weren't used to such things.

You, however, knew this almost as well as your own reflection in the mirror. Back then you had killed many this way, had listened to their desperate attempts to survive while blood ran down their chests and stained their clothes.

It had been part of who you were in those dark days. The monster inside of you had needed to see them die. It wanted to be the very last thing they saw before leaving this earth.

And in that moment, as this stranger sat there on the floor, blood all over him, it was exactly what made your heart beat faster. Blood rushed through your veins, your pupils expanded with adrenaline.

Just like back then.

You had lied to yourself. You had ran from reality.

No man, as noble and honest as he could be nor small children with their innocence could have changed that fact about you.

"I really didn't change.", you whispered to yourself, not shaking, no feelings that could have made you regret what you had done. "I am still Sin Rosto."

Overwhelmed by the unplanned events Diego sucked in a sharp breath. There was so much confusion visible in his eyes. And at the same time he didn't know how to respond.