↳ 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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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝐖𝐀𝐒 dark and cold as Estella's eyes began to slowly open. At first, her vision was blurry only distinguishing the blurred figures of what she considered her kidnappers. I must have fallen asleep in that trunk she told herself but then felt the pain in the back of her head quickly placing a hand to somehow try and take the excruciating pain away. This entire situation felt familiar for her since the only reason she was here was due to Rafa and his men knocking her out at that gas station a long time ago. That's when she met Miguel Ángel soon forming a romance together but now she sat on some uncomfortable chair with her arms tied by some tight ropes. This time she felt even more hopeless.
This time she didn't have another alternative. She felt weak like in any second she would burst out into tears of distress. Was this really the ending of her journey within the world of the cartel? She didn't want it to be and wasn't even close to gaining some sort of accomplishment. She wanted to be Isabella's business partner and see their small plan prosper into something good. But she was not in Tijuana anymore now she was in an unknown location tied up like some dangerous animal while some gringo stood in front of her.
But Estella wasn't going to give up. She was going to do everything in her power to come out of here without a scratch on her body. She wanted to prove that she was capable of getting out of messes like this on her own. Although it would be difficult to get out of a situation with a gringo who was clearly trying to get something out of her she was determined. She was going to get out but the question was how?
Walt stood there watching the woman tied up and lit up his cigarette with no care in the world. He didn't think it was unethical to tie a woman up. In this circumstance, it was highly necessary.
"You're awake?" Walt mumbled while smoking his cigarette. Estella understood his English and tilted her head at the man.
"No puedes hablar español por tu vida, pinche gringo. ¡Tu plan es mierda y lo sabes!" Estella yelled trying to break free from the tight ropes that cut into her skin. Walt lifted an eyebrow mumbling curse words under his breath in annoyance.
"There she goes. It seems like she's awake now guys." Walt sighed getting up from his seat advising the others that it was time to begin the intense questioning.
"Los otros pueden hablar español. Y mi español no es tan horrible si eres capaz de entenderme." Walt explained leaning close to the girl. Estella turned her head and swallowed the gulp in her throat. Soon the others walked in and waited for Walt to start his questioning.
"Well, are you going to start?" Estella smirked trying her best not to show how anxious she really was. Surprisingly enough her act was convincing and the others couldn't see her fear through her fearless smirk. Walt wanted to change that and even though it might seem awful to make some woman cry in this case it was essential. It was the only way her vulnerability would outshine her aggressive side. She needed to be in a vulnerable state to give everything up about Miguel and others.
