↳ 𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 | NARCOS MEXICO ( 1-3)
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( This is a fan fiction you should watch the show first before reading since none of it will make sense if you don't ! I also do not condone the actions or themes portrayed in this book, it is simply a fa...
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Same night from last chapter !
𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇. Although Estella had witnessed Falcón's traumatic death she had never seen Miguel Ángel kill someone himself and that's one thing she tried not to think about. It worried her and she knew sometimes it would be necessary especially in a business like this but she never wanted to get close or involved with death since it terrified her. But eventually, she would have to come to a realization and learn to understand that escaping the sight of blood and death was nearly impossible in a cartel.
Estella laid in the bed her eyes closed. She was sleeping but instantly she would wake up by the sound of something loud as if somebody had been repeatedly getting hit. She sat up wrapping the sheets around her body and recalled what had happened that night. She wasn't in her bedroom back at Isabella's house and was instead in a fancy hotel room in Hotel Americas.
It was humiliating, to say the least not understanding why she had slept with Miguel Ángel. It was wrong, but there was nothing she could do now. She turned to the other side of the bed expecting Miguel to be sleeping next to her but was gone leaving the bedsheets wrinkled. Great, she mumbled to herself realizing he had left her after what occurred between the two. She had actually slept with Miguel Ángel a drug lord that ran the Guadalajara cartel it was a foolish choice and she regretted it now.
She stood up feeling the cold floor beneath her bare feet. Placing on her white robe, she read the time on the clock and realized it was very early in the morning only being 5 AM and knew she wasn't going to leave this early in the morning. She was exhausted and surely Isabella had been sleeping right now so she sat back on the bed hoping she could fall back to sleep but the thoughts raced through her head realizing what she had done. Estella felt stupid being an adult and falling right into Miguel's trap. He used her she told herself and now she had absolutely nothing and thought maybe talking to the DEA agent would be better now. She would possibly be facing jail time or worse the cartel could end up coming after her.
Suddenly something caught her attention, and that was the faint light coming from under the bathroom's door. She stood up wondering if it was Miguel Ángel or somebody else either way she was nervous not wanting to confront Miguel after tonight or have to defend herself against an intruder. She slowly tiptoed to the door and lightly pushed it open to reveal Miguel Ángel but not the familiar one she had come to recognize. From head to toe, he was covered in blood, and she knew for a fact it wasn't his blood. She gasped placing a hand to her mouth beginning to panic.
"E-Estella puedo explicar." Miguel Ángel stuttered over his words struggling to wash the blood off of him. Estella slowly backed away shocked by what she was seeing. He killed somebody he had to it was the only explanation that made sense.
