•𝒟𝐼𝒜𝐵𝐿𝒜• Alejandro Vargas x Female Reader

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You stepped hard on the gas pedal for you to reach Mendez, quickly catching up to him bit by bit. Opening the main window you grab your pistol and aim one of the three trucks, successfully shooting the tires before driving them off the road.

The vehicle crashes into the trees successfully, now moving onto the next one. "Cmon!" You grunted trying your best to catch up to them, until you though of an idea. Reaching for the rifle that you found, you open the driver's door, ready to jump to the back of the trunk.

"What the fuck am I doing...?" Your voice trembled, scared of the small chance the idea would work.
"1... 2..." you counted while gripping the rifle. "Rudy do you have eyes on her?!" Alejandro said driving the vehicle. "I think I see her!" He yelled looking through the binoculars.

"Que chingados está haciendo?! She's going to get herself killed!" Alejandro watched in horror as you jumped into the trunk of the other vehicle, his eyes widened of your risky action. "Puta madre..."

You were relieved the plan worked, and with no hesitation you pulled the trigger killing your enemies from the back of the window. Now climbing onto the roof and into the driver's seat you throw their bodies off while increasing the speed of the vehicle.

Determined to finish the job quickly, you aim your rifle at the tires of the truck. But to your surprise many men popped out of nowhere and began shooting the windshield, attempting to end you for once.

"Y/n!!" Alejandro yelled. "Shoot that truck!" He ordered and everyone did as he said, aiming their weapons but there was no luck to stop it. Alejandro grabbed his gun and popped out of the window, shooting some of the tires successfully. But as he went back inside, he felt a sharp pain in his arm.

"Shit!" He hissed looking at his own blood staining his hand. His eyes roamed around for anything to stop the bleeding until he saw a bandana sitting on the passenger seat. He quickly wrapped it over the bullet wound, resuming to driving the truck in hopes that you were okay.

You aimed at the men from the window, continuously shooting them until they were all dead. That's when you realized a piece of glass stabbing your shoulder. "You're fucking kidding..." you cursed breathing heavily from the unbearable pain.

Turns out once they started shooting, a piece of the glass from the windshield went flying towards you, aiming for your chest. But luckily you moved just in time and it stabbed your shoulder instead.

Looking out your window, you knew one of Alfredo's men were still there driving the vehicle, so with one swift motion you drove your truck to the other side, aiming your pistol before pulling the trigger. Using this to your advantage you push the vehicle off the road while aiming at the tires, successfully making it come to a halt.

Hitting the brakes, you throw your head back with a sigh of relief, wincing from the pain of the sharp glass. Looking down at it only made the pain worse, debating if you should remove it or not. "Why do I get glass?" You breathed out, placing the rifle on your lap.

"Fuck it, they can't see me with glass sticking out of my shoulder." You thought, gripping onto the smooth shard while taking a deep breath. "Okay... one..." you whispered. "Two..." your hands began to sweat making it hard for your grip to stay on the glass.

You covered your mouth feeling the shard leave your shoulder, tears running down your face from the throbbing pain. "Okay, Okay," you sobbed trying to compose yourself while wiping your tears. You grabbed your bag, ripping a small piece of a shirt then wrapped it slowly around the deep gash, avoiding any discomfort.