The Sister | Javier Peña x reader

Chapter 12 - Navegante

You didn't know if you were going to do it. Maybe right now wasn't even the right time to do it considering that you still weren't close to catching Escobar any time soon.
This might sound weird, but you were kind of waiting for some sort of sign. For something to tell you whether you should go for it or not.

You had quickly found an officer in the office that could drive you home. After the break in at your apartment, the DEA had agreed that it would be best for someone to always drive you to work and back home if Javi or Steve couldn't do it.

The DEA still hadn't found who it actually was that broke into your apartment and threatened you, but it didn't really matter to you anyways. You knew that it was one of Escobar's men hoping to scare you off. Who exactly it was didn't really matter to you. One thing was clear though. You weren't backing down. You weren't gonna let that scare you.

You were looking out the car window while the officer was driving you. The officer that had been driving you for the last few days was called Oscar and it turns out that he was actually very nice. You had told him a few times already that you felt bad that he probably had something more important to do than driving you home, but he always told you that he didn't mind.

When you realized that you were nearly there, you thanked Oscar again and said your goodbyes. You got out of the car and walked towards the apartment complex turning back and waving at Oscar one last time. He always waited until you were actually safe inside your building before he started driving away.

Looking for your keys in your bag, you accidentally bumped into someone.

"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry," you quickly apologized to the stranger.
"It's fine. Don't worry about it," the woman told you.

It was only then that you actually looked at who you were talking to.
It was a woman in her early thirties dressed only in little clothing. She seemed familiar, but you couldn't quite tell where you knew her from.

You felt your heart drop when you finally remembered where you knew her from.
She was one of the women that usually 'entertained' Javi and by the looks of it she had just come out of his apartment.
You remembered seeing her a few weeks ago in the morning when you came back from having breakfast with Connie. She came out of Javi's apartment and Connie told you that she had seen her a lot before.

Realizing that you hadn't really said anything in a while, you quickly apologized again and walked over to you apartment door. You fumbled with the keys and quickly opened it. Shutting the door behind you, you let out a huge sigh.

You walked over to your fridge taking a beer out of it. Once you sat down on your sofa, you took a big chuck out of it.

Of course, you thought. How could you have been that naive. Javi wasn't the relationship type. He has even told you so a few times. He liked meeting with the women from the whorehouse and you knew it. You had always known it. Why would that change.

Maybe that was the sign. The sign that you actually shouldn't go for it. The sign that even if Javi had liked you, you would have wanted different things.

You remembered what Steve had told you earlier. Things will get better and have a tendency to work themselves out.
When it comes to relationships, you would just have to leave it up to fate. But it most likely wasn't going to be Javi.

Maybe, you should've just listened to what Connie told you when you first met her. Javi was a playboy. That didn't make him any less of a great guy. But maybe that would just mean that it was never going to work.