LINO is a feared and ruthless drug leader in Puerto Rico who has abducted a beautiful weapon named Catalina but sparks fly between the two. Find out what happens..
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This story is a fanfiction loosely based on two movies. I made it before on a...
(A/N) Hey guys how are you doing? Let me know! This one is sweet, there's fluff. Enjoy!
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Lino runs over and gets me. He wraps his arm around my shoulder and holds out a machine gun, shooting a cop in the head who turned the corner.
As we're getting closer to the jeep, Lola turns on the jeep, "Come on!" she yells.
As we're running, a shot fires and Lino falls to the ground. I continue running but my feet stop and I turn and see him on the floor looking at me with a desperate expression.
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Fabio shoots the cop and I run back and pick him up. I put his hand around my neck and pull him with me to the jeep.
I feel his stare at the side of my face as I lead him to the jeep. I glance at him and Lola drives off as Fabio jumps in the back.
When they park up, I get out and Fabio stops me. "Pinche Gringa, how did the state police know we would be there huh? How were they so ready?"
He asks walking up to me. I start stepping back, "They had a Special Agent there, Paul Wilson", he growls.
"Puta...you bitch!" he exclaims pushing me to the floor. Pain shoots through my arm as I fall. I quickly get to my feet and throw a punch at his jaw.
He falls back and goes to hit me when Lino limps over and grabs his shirt collar. "Don't call her a bitch and don't. Touch.Her", he growls.
Fabio shakes out of his grip and turns to him. "She saved my life back there, man."
"Because she had to! Listen to me Lino! She's giving information to the DEA man!"
I gotta say something... I have to be up-right. He wouldn't kill me, if he did, he would've a long time ago.
"He's right, Lino!" I say, causing them to freeze and look over at me.
Everyone is.
"I forgot to put my personal phone in the bag and I found it upstairs on the bed. I used it to text my uncle in America but I never told the DEA anything. They tracked my phone."
"What", Lino whispers looking at me.
I gulp, nervously. "What did you tell your uncle?" he asks in eerily. "Nothing about this! He just asked how I was doing", I quickly explain.
"See!? Lino!" Fabio interjects. Lino puts his hand up, and we all go silent.
"You can check my phone if you want, it's in my purse", I mutter softly. He grabs my arm and carries me into the house.
"Ow!" I exclaim "Shut up!" he hisses.
He roughly lets go of my arm and looks at me, thoughtfully. "You look like shit. Find some clothes, Lola's got some good stuff", he says turning to walk to the patio.
