Alejandro Vargas x Reader

Seventeen

The howling of engines rolled closer.

It was enough to make all the hairs in the back of your neck stand up straight, send shivers down your spine and made your blood freeze.

Without hesitation, you grabbed the twins and passed them on to Moro, who was already on the other side of the short tunnel.

"Keep them quite.", you said and wanted to cover the opening again.

His eyes widened.

"What about you?", he asked and tried to climb back out.

With gentle force you pushed him back in.

"Mijo, we don't have time right now.", you insisted. "Go back."

"I want to be with you! I- I can help."

You shook your head.

"No. I won't let you do that."

"But it's dangerous."

"Everything is. But it's not your time to experience that yet.", you put the painting back in place to hide the entrance of the secret tunnel. "Follow the path. We will meet at the end. And mijo, I love you all."

You looked the boy in the eye one last time before closing the crack to keep the hiding place a secret.

Your breath trembled as you pushed aside the curtains to look out the window.

Several vehicles were now so close that you could feel the power of the tyres under your feet. There were more than you could count, more than you cared to count.

A second time would not end as happily as your first encounter with Diego. This time you were really in sustenance. Luck alone would not be enough.

Your gaze wandered over your shoulder.

Of the suitcases Alejandro had left in the house, just in case, only two were left. The others you had given to the children. Even though you hoped they wouldn't need them, you preferred to know that they had security with them.

All you had left was a suitcase with a pistol and another suitcase with ammunition. It would be enough to buy some time but not to survive.

"So this is how it ends.", you sighed and grabbed the suitcases to run out of the bedroom down the hall.

In the kitchen you spread everything out on the dining table and hurried to the doors to lock them all. You could also shoot out the windows. The walls would protect you, at least until the narcos managed to break in.

With two steps you crossed the kitchen to open the second weapon hiding place in the house, an old fridge that looked as if the food in it was already coming back to life.

With a crunch, the old lock broke and you could take the rifle. You put everything on the table with your arsenal.

The cars rolled into the garden. Dust swirled up as the wheels came to a sudden stop and the doors opened.

All at once a wave of calm washed over you. The hairs on the back of your neck lowered again. Goosebumps returned to normal smoothness.

It was just like back then. You were not afraid of the sight of death. There was nothing to lose. And yet you could win everything. The children were safe and even if you wouldn't make it, Alejandro could take care of them.

They would be in good hands.

"Nada que perder...", you muttered as you put a new magazine into the rifle. "Todo para ganar. Éxito a los que desafían a la fortuna y apuestan su vida."

At that moment it occurred to you that your life had no value any more. You couldn't just stake it in a bet like that. Fate demanded high stakes. And you were far from being what you used to be.

Taking a deep breath, you loaded the rifle, released the safety and raised your eyes to watch your porch.

Diego was standing right in front of the steps.

Your eyes met.

He spread his hands to show he was still willing to negotiate. He was a poor excuse for a narco.

She would never have asked for anything a second time. Once is courtesy, a second time is desperation, those had been her words. Most often she had said this after a success, when you had barely escaped with your lives.

For as long as you could remember, she had always been the less cautious, more fiery, more feisty. And you had been her personal little monster that had made her name a legend.

An amused chuckle filled your chest as the memories returned. You still had fond memories of her. She had been a total whore but that didn't change the fact that she was still your sister.

"Estúpido coño.", you mumbled and flipped Diego the middle finger in reply. "If we hadn't been so successful together, it would be easier for me to reject you now."

His pride wounded by your gesture, he gritted his teeth and pulled one of his pistols from its holster to aim the barrel directly at your forehead.

"You're damn brave if you think I won't drag you beaten black and blue to her, your blood soaking the floor!", he growled.

Without giving him a reaction, you narrowed your eyes, your weapon loosely in your grip, lowered to show him how little his bark touched you.

His finger twitched with impatience.

Typical of one of her men. It was hard to keep calm in her presence. It was like being trapped in a cage with a wild animal.

But you had grown up with this animal. You had learned to read the signals and react to them.

Diego, on the other hand, seemed to have gone mad as a result.

The pressure on his trigger became so heavy that a shot was released. From his facial expression you could see that he had not intended to shoot.

But the bullet could not be recalled.

With a shattering sound it smashed the window to your kitchen and threatened to smash directly into your face. But the aim was poor.

With tired eyes, you quickly tilted your head to the side and exhaled a deep breath.