La Mujer de Lalo (Lalo's Woman)

Una Cita

Lalo's P.O.V.

For the past three days, he couldn't Ana out of his mind.

"Ana Theresa Ruíz" he kept ennunciating her name, as though he would forget her, if he stopped saying it.

He loved her dreamy brown eyes, her charcoal hair, those full lips always painted in a dark nude shade, her sharp nose, her smell. God just thinking about her made him yearn for her. What was this woman doing to him. He had never fought with Tuco after they'd grown up. But all of a sudden, he was ready to make his baby brother bleed for disrespecting a woman he barely even knew.

"Ah, she's worth the fight." He consoled himself.

And the way her body fit so perfectly inside his, gods. The man had to do everything in his power to control himself. He loved the chubby cheeks that rested on his chest. It wasn't the first time though. Ana had fallen asleep on the flight to Albuquerque, and had inadvertently lay on his shoulder and slept. He didn't say anything back then. Just enjoyed her presence. He knew that she had no idea about all this. Otherwise she'd have blushed away like a red rose.

The thought of seeing her blush did something to his chest. He threw the cigarette in his hand to the ground and stomped it. He had hardly taken a couple of puffs, but that was enough for him. He wasn't a smoker like his Tío or Tuco. He did love a good Cuban cigar every now and then. But with Lalo, everything was to be kept within a limit. He popped in a couple of mints and jumped into his Chevrolet Monte Carlo and decided to pay someone a visit.

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Ana's P.O.V.

A tired Ana returned back home from El Michoacáno 3 days back. Her life was never the same. She didn't know what to do or how to move on. She kept to herself the next 2 days. Locked up in her room. At work, she hardly spoke with anyone. A bubbly workaholic like Ana being quiet as a kitten made her colleagues pester her if anything was wrong. Yet, she never revealed anything. I mean, who would go on about cartel members with colleagues.

In her room, she hugged her pillow and screamed into it. Crying and hitting it. She hated the fact that everytime she closed her eyes, she could feel Tuco's dirty breath on her face as her strangled her tighter. His face gave her sleepless nights. She wanted to make it all stop. She decided to think about work, but 10 minutes into it, her mind wavered off to deserts, ditches, lakes and blood.

She wished she could somehow go to her mama and give her a hug. Oh how much she missed her. Her mama would have understood and given her exactly what would have made her better. She hadn't thought much about her mother after Ana started working. But after the hug from Lalo, she yearned for it again. She knew she shouldn't be expecting it from anyone else. Hell, not even from Lalo, if he ever offers it again. She knew better than to get involved with bad men like Lalo.

She found comfort from her pillow. The poor thing. It had to bear all her moods. With it being her time of the month, she was even more moody. She curled up like a ball in her bed and cried herself to sleep.

The next morning, she woke up and left for work. She had to meet a potential client for pitching a wedding ideas for a gay marriage. She knew she had to bring something serious to the table to get the contract. Gays were the most choosy.

She threw on a black bodycon dress with a sweetheart neckline and spaghetti straps. She wrapped herself with a black shawl. She wore her hair into a messy sidebun.

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Ana was able to convince the gay couple to choose her company. The wedding contract was hers. She still had a lot of planning and pitching to do. She decided to skip going to her office and went straight home. As she got out of the cab and walked into her porch to find a man standing outside.