Two sides of the same coin - Armando Aretas x OC

Who are you?

The girl kept fading in and out of consciousness, closing her eyes and opening them, unable to see anything around her as she felt herself being lifted up.

Black

"Bring her to the truck" Rita shouted over the commotion, "oh yeah cause we should just bring the salsa killing dancing lady with us" Marcus retorted. "Shut up" came the unified shout from the team, "alright, I see how it is".

Black

"We need to get her stabilised and back to the safe house." Kelly's voice cut through the urgency. "Put pressure on her wound" Armando yelled from the front seat as she felt a firm hand pressing down on her abdomen, sending waves of pain through her, causing her to fade out once more.

Black

The woman stirred, consciousness returning to her in hesitant waves. The faint murmur of voices anchored her back to the present moment. Slowly, she opened her eyes, blinking against the harsh light.

Confusion clouded her thoughts momentarily as she tried to piece together where she was and what had happened.

Her gaze drifted downward, to the ache in her abdomen.

Her breath hitched as she saw the bandages wrapped tightly around her midsection, stained faintly with blood,. she winced from the sharp pain as she sat up.

"Hey, hey, hey she's waking up" Marcus yelled as he quickly stood up from his chair.

A chorus of voices filled the room as her vision began to clear, revealing a group of people standing before her.

But one voice stood out distinctly. A man with a deep, rich voice spoke in Spanish. "Quién diablos eres tú?" His smooth tone but harsh words snapped her out of her daze.

"Quien carajos eres tu" she grunted back.

"What did she say, you know I don't speak none of that espanol shit"

"Who the fuck are you" the girl yelled out.