Hi guys!! This story is inspired by Colombians infamous "drug lord" Pablo Escobar. This story will also be a bitttt inspired by a Netflix series called the "Narcos" but It won't be following the exact story line as in you see in the series. This is...
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—🧸— ————————— Isabella's pov: ———————— "Pablo!" you call from the porch, laughing as the rain falls down, catching Pablo in it's downpour, "you're getting soaked!" But he makes no move towards you, watching you with a soft smile and a look of pure, genuine happiness, "No puedo, mi corazón." A tilt of your head, confusion on your amused brow.
until he continues over the growing roar of the rain, "If I were to come closer, I'd miss how beautiful you look right now, standing there." You roll your eyes at him, but he earns the grin biting along your lips, "Don't you want me to thank you, my love? I can't do it properly with you all the way out there, standing so far from me"
The mischief on your tongue has him moving, stepping onto the porch after you and into the closeness that allows you to wrap your arms along his shoulders.
He'll need a new set of clothes, all for the sake of his dramatic efforts to get a smile from you, but even sopping wet he's as warm as he ever was against you. Tugging you close by your waist, he nods out over the field, distant and vast in his effort for the privacy he's purchased for you, "Do you like your gift?"
"How could I not?" you kiss along the edge of his mouth, pulling him down to meet you easier as you giggle against the press of his lips properly to your own, "The swing is beautiful, of course I like it." He looks like he always does after buying you a gift.
puffed up with satisfaction and ego, but you hardly mind, tugging him further into the house by his hand in yours, "But the real gift is having you here, with me, after so long away" We step into the house and close all the door since there's a storm going outside. "What do you want to do today?" Pablo asks. I look at him with a dumbfounded expression on my face, when he notices the look on my face he starts laughing.
Be both sit on the couch together and start cuddling. He starts getting phone calls. You huff and look over from where you lay on the couch. He's always on that damn phone. Turning back onto your stomach, you reach for the magazine on the side table and start reading flip through it, barely registering the words as your legs sway aimlessly in the air, your bored.
Lips jutting out into a small pout, you look towards him again and move to stand. His eyebrows raise as he watches you come closer. You sit on his lap facing him. Your needy for any attention that he can give you.
The hand not holding the phone is warm against your waist,fingers curled and stroking circles into your hip.The phone clicks off, the low beep and heavy silence that follows waking you out of your daze.
he lifts you in his arms "Poor little thing,are you bored?" He says to me. I nod at him and he laughs a bit. ——————- Pablos pov: ——————- I noticed that she hasn't really had any friends over in a while so maybe I'll introduce her to some of my friends wives. Maybe that's why she's bored.
