Alejandro Vargas x Reader

Twenty

"Moro!", you shouted and ran out the door.

It was an absolutely rash, stupid decision to go out into the open, but at that moment it felt like your body was reacting on its own.

Welcoming your stupidity, the narcos tried to eliminate you as long as you were still careless.

But your seventh sense from the past was like a protective mechanism. Reflexively you raised your gun and fired five shots while your legs carried you behind one of the cars.

Another man fell dead to the ground while a second cried out wounded and retreated behind an open car door. He left a trail of blood behind him.

You followed him with a stare, not even stopping when he pointed his pistol directly at your face. Without batting an eyelid you grabbed him by the collar and pulled him towards you.

Frightened, he dropped his weapon and instead tried to stop you from strangling him with your bare hands.

"P-please...", he stuttered, trembling. "I will go! I will go and never come back. I swear it!"

With a warning look you silenced him.

"Where is she?", you pressed out between clenched teeth.

He swallowed hard. Frightened, almost fanatically, he shook his head.

"I- I don't know. I really don't know!"

"Then you are useless.", like a worn-out toy you dropped him and pointed your pistol at his head.

You pulled the trigger.

Choking on his own blood, his head tipped back and he lay in the dirt. Empty eyes stared at you. And you felt nothing. There was nothing in your chest nor in your head that could make you feel anything at that sight. He was just another dead man on your way.

You had chosen to soak the earth beneath your feet with blood.

What difference would one more make?

No one could bring them back.

Shots rang out again.

Like struck by lightning, you jerked your head around.

In the distance, Diego and his men had reached Moro. At least he was close enough that someone now tried to shoot at him.

Your legs started to run by themselves as you chased towards them. They had their backs to you, so there was a good chance they wouldn't notice.

Things were uncertain, the very fact that you were running towards the enemy on the open field was something the old you would never have done.

But at that moment you didn't think.

All you could see was the fear in Moro's eyes as Diego came to a stop right in front of him, mocking him because his hands were shaking on the gun.

He was just a child. Even if he had already killed, he would not be able to do it again. He had killed because life had left him no other option.

But now you were there.

"Malditos perros!", you screamed as you were within earshot.

Not a second later you had already fired two bullets. Surprised, the second narco spun around to shoot while

Diego grabbed Moro and backed away.

You shot the attacker before he had the chance to aim at you.

Now only Diego was left. Threateningly you pointed your gun at him. And he grinned. With a knife at your son's throat, he stood there and grinned.

"Oh, I wouldn't do that if I were you, Sin Rosto.", he purred and chuckled.

The sheer sound was enough to make your skin crawl and your blood boil.

"Mijo.", you took a deep breath. "Close your eyes, Pequeño. Don't open them. It will be fine. I promise."

Your eyes were already glazed over when your eyes met. At that moment you could see everything, all the emotions, the fear. There was this certainty in him that he might not live to see the next day.

Trembling and panting heavily, he dropped the gun he held in his limp hands. With a dull sound, it fell into the sand, leaving behind a small cloud of dust.

Inhaling deeply, he closed his eyes and held his breath. His whole body trembled while in Diego the will burned to do what was necessary to do his job. He would freeze hell if he had to.

You realised that there was no point in talking to him. He had no common sense. But neither did you.

"Diego.", you lowered your gun and took a step towards him. "We're not going to agree. Face it."

He shrugged. The movement made his blade scratch over Moro's skin. It didn't cut deep but scratched hard enough to make a thin trail of blood run down his throat.

A shivering breath escaped you.

"I don't care if we agree or not.", he chuckled. "You just have to come with me."

"And then what? Watch how she kisses your feet?", you huffed. "She won't do that. You'll get a pat on the back if you're lucky. And if her and I get to a deal, things will turn out unlucky for you."

You took a step towards him, calm and almost unnoticed.

He shook his head. Impatience started to show in his eyes.

You took another step, now that he was completely focused on you instead of holding your boy hostage.

"Just drop your weapon and the boy will live.", Diego growled.

One of your eyebrows rose.

"I don't think so.", in one swift movement you picked your guard up again and fired a careful shot.

You weren't able to aim too close to Moro so the options were limited. The bullet hit his shoulder.

Struck by the force, Diego slipped and was thrown back.

As he fell to the ground the blade of his knife slid along Moro's throat with all its force. Skin and muscles were torn apart.

Gasping and trembling for air, the boy stumbled forward.

"Moro!", dropping your weapon, you caught him in your arms, turned to shield him with your body.

His feet twitched as his nails dug into your shoulders to hold onto you while blood poured down his throat.

In that moment it felt like your blood froze inside your veins.

Diego managed to get a hold of his gun. With his teeth clenched he pointed it right at you.

But the bullets hit Moro in the spine instead.