•𝒟𝐼𝒜𝐵𝐿𝒜• Alejandro Vargas x Female Reader

✧Overwhelmed✧

Supermán- Eminem

(2:45 p.m.)
The next day, you were escorted to the same dark room you've been interrogated in many times before. Price opened the door revealing Alejandro standing behind Alfredo. The silence was so loud you could almost hear the sound of the light bulb flicker, but nevertheless your footsteps filled in along with Alejandro's, who was now walking towards you.

You noticed he looked upset, probably from what you told him last night after that "conversation" you had with Alfredo. Looking at him with concern you said, "Never seen you this mad before," his hand reaching for your arm before responding, "Yeah yeah. Just...come here for a second." He whispered pulling you near a corner.

"What is it?" You asked as he looked down at you. "I talked to Alfredo after you left," your eyebrows furrowed while placing your hand on your hip. "So...?" A deep sigh left his lips. "Tell me something I don't know about Marcos. What affiliations does he have with Gabriel?" He spoke.

You froze at his question, confused of what he was trying to tell you. "What do you mean...?" You asked puzzled. "Y/n you know exactly what I'm talking about. Now tell me, what shit does Marcos have with Gabriel?" His voice slowly getting louder by the second.

Leaning to the side you watched as Alfredo looked at you with a devilish grin that was enough to tell you he said something, just to get back at you for last night. "Y/n are you listening?" Alejandro called out making you snap back to the conversation.

Alfredo's grin was enough to drive you over the edge, clenching your fists before shoving Alejandro aside. "What the fuck did you tell him?" You said angrily as you walked towards the table where Alfredo was sitting.

"Cuidado Diablita, that's strike number two." He laughed watching you slowly grow angrier by the second. Your blood boiled just hearing him laugh at you. Mock at you. Even though you could've held yourself back from making a stupid move, you didn't.

"Answer the fucking question Alfredo or I'll kill you." Your eyes darted at him with anger and frustration, meanwhile he was calm and collected hearing your opposing threat. "Kill me?" He laughed. "Then fucking do it y/n. I'm not afraid of you like everybody else."

"Mendez enough of this shit-" Alejandro watched as you grabbed his hair before landing a strong uppercut punch underneath his jaw. Immediately Price ran over to you once he saw the pocket knife appear in your hand.

While Ghost and Soap pulled Alfredo into his seat, he cursed at you saying, "You fucking bitch! I'll kill you-" Alejandro silenced him with a punch to his face followed by a death stare that you've never seen before. Blood trickled from the side of his mouth followed by a bruise forming near his jaw.

Walking to you, Alejandro pulled you aside and whispered in your ear. "If you won't control your temper...then I will, and it won't be pretty." His hand lets go of your wrist, leaving you without a chance to speak.

Alejandro was now used to your stubbornness and disobedience, your sudden actions without warning and the responses you gave to him. But seeing you lose your temper drove him mad. He didn't like when this happened or even if it was going to, because he wasn't very patient like everyone else.

Looking back at Alfredo he said, "And you, if you ever test one of these soldiers I promise you they won't hold back," he reminded him now turning to face you. "Now, back to the question. What shit does Marcos have with Gabriel?" He repeated again, only this time he wanted a real and quick answer.