#Diego Jimenez

[mrsbjimenez]

Just a girl from out of town...

(18+) (Explicit) (Dirty) (F word) (Oral)

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You're all excited for this well deserved break out of your small home town… You'll be visiting your uncle and his family for a few weeks… As you get to the city in which your uncle lives, he asked that you be dropped off by the taxi at his friend's auto body shop where he'll later pick you up on his way from work… After a few hours on a bus and taxi drive, you're quite tired, everything's new but you're excited to be here, luggage in the hand and handbag over the shoulder you head straight inside the auto body shop… Not all too sure where you're supposed to go, you walk up to the office where you see a man busy eating his lunch, you don't wanna bother but before you could knock on his door, the man calls out "Heyyy, you must be the girl from out of town?"… A little suprised but you answer "yeah, that's me"… The man puts down his lunch, gets up from his chair, takes a sip of his soda from the take out cup, looks at you from top to bottom… You're a little intimidated by him but you reach out your hand, introduce yourself and he introduces himself too - "Nice to meet you, I'm Rosco"… Thank you so much, likewise, you answered…

You take a seat, you're feeling a little shy to really talk much but you do admire the view of this rough exterior, tattooed, masculine man in his ripped white vest in front of you… You confidently ask him, "so, this is all yours, your shop and hard work?"… He answers with a smile, "yeah, many years of hard work, blood, sweat and almost tears, today it's mine"… You look at him with a big smile and say, "impressive, you can be proud"… He appreciates your kind words and just looks at you with a smile and eyes that looks straight into your soul…

Your uncle arrives, you get up, pick up your luggage and handbag, you look to Rosco and say "seems like my visit is over but I'll have to come visit again to hear more on your success story"… He smirks and then starts laughing "it's gonna have to be a longer visit next time because it's a long story"… You're smiling ear to ear - "Great, can't wait"… You walk out of his office and head on out to your uncle's car…

A few days into the visit, you feel it's nice seeing and spending time with your uncle and his family but being left alone at their home each day whilst they're at work, is starting to get boring and you feel quite neglected by your family… You decide to call a local cab and head on over to the auto body shop… Rosco is standing outside, suprised to see it's you getting out of the cab and calls out from a distance asking, "the family already making you feel like the third wheel?"… You're relieved he already understands, "yeah, is it that obvious hey and I can no longer wait to hear more about your success story"… He looks at you with that deep serious look and forehead full of frowns and a slight smile, knowing that you can't be that interested in auto body shop and car stories… The two of you head inside, he makes you both a cup of coffee and you guys just hit it off, hours pass of endless talking, laughing, the sun is starting to set but neither of you have a worry in the world…

You get back to your uncle's home past midnight, suprised to see the kitchen light is still on, you quietly go inside to find your uncle awaiting you by the kitchen table, he looks at you furiously, asks where have you been and before giving you a chance to answer he says you should pack your bags and leave in the morning because they can't have this irresponsibility in their house… You're absolutely shocked and tells him you're a grown adult woman that's allowed to go out and that can take care of herself, but you're fine with it as they don't really care whether you're there or not… So the next morning you're all packed, say your greetings to the family and off you go in the cab, no idea where to now exactly but you ask the cab driver to drop you off at the auto body shop… You're upset about the fight and leaving the family but excited to see the one and only person that's made you feel welcome… Rosco makes you a cup of coffee and strokes you on your back, "it's gonna be okay, I'm glad you came here, we can always talk gearboxes and tyres to cheer you up"… You just laugh and says "sounds like a plan"… After a long day, you've booked yourself in at the motel closest to the shop where you'll be staying now…

And so two weeks pass by with you being at the auto body shop everyday, you've started helping Rosco out at the shop - dealing with customers, packing new stock, meeting his mom, book keeping, stock taking, accounting and cleaning out his office and adding a few nice new touches… His mom phoned to asked whether it'll be possible for the two of you to stop by her house the one day, you guys go over to her place and she's just an absolute angel, welcoming you as her own daughter… She asks if it'll be possible if you could help her the one day with baking for the church and you're thrilled she asked you and you answer with much excitement and say, "of course auntie, I'd love to help, thank you so much"… On your way out, you walk ahead of Rosco, his mom grabs him by the arm and says softly - "son, I want grandbabies you know"… Rosco looks shocked by his mama's suggestion and says, "mama!! It's not like that, she's quite a few years younger than I am"… "Fantastic", his mom says - "more grandbabies then"… Rosco just looks at her, smiles and kisses her on her forehead and says, "see you in the morning ma, love you"…

After a busy day of baking at mama's house and a busy day for Rosco alone at the shop, after picking you up, he asks you, "would you like to go to the greatest Cuban joint in the city?"… You answered very excited, "Heck yeah!!!! I'd absolutely love that, let's go!"… You guys get to the Cuban restaurant which is more of a get together, dancing, cocktails and very lively spot - Mi Gente from Havana Son playing loudly, Cuban flags hanging and waving everywhere, the atmosphere and energy is like walking into Havana itself… You guys enjoy and eat a lot of Cuban cuisine, meet great people, laugh till your bellies hurt and although neither one of you can dance, you invite Rosco to the dance floor, you both just enjoy the vibe and enjoying the Cuban music, you're in each other's arms, not saying a word, standing very closely together with Rosco's hand firmly on your back, finally your eyes are just set on each other as though you're the only two people on the planet… After a few hours of just being in each other's arms with intense eye contact, Rosco pulls you even closer into him and whispers in your ear, "I want you in my arms all night tonight away from the dance floor"… You pull back a little and whisper into his ear, "so take me there"… After greeting everyone at the party, you guys head on home - Rosco's home… Still sitting in his truck outside, you thank him for taking you to the Cuban place, it was the most fun and coolest experience you've ever had…

You get to the door and after Rosco unlocks the door, you place your hand on his hand and your eyes just lock, he looks at you with those big brown eyes and grabs you with his hands wrapped around your face and passionately kisses you, your arms wrapping around his neck… You both find your way through the door, undressing each other vigorously, kissing non stop, he tightens his hands beneath your ass and picks you up, your legs wrap around him and your hands are tightly grabbing his face… You get to his bedroom, he lays you down on his bed, he kisses you in your neck, his moustache and goatee tickling and slightly scratching you, which just intensifies your arousal, he interlocks his hands into yours as he holds your hands back… He works his way down to your breasts, looks at them with pure appreciation and starts kissing and sucking on one and soon moves over to the next… Your breathing starts deepening as the pleasure floods through your veins… He tightens his lips and clamps your nipple between them, gently moving slightly up and down for more stimulation, he pulls up softly until your nipple releases from his lips firm grip, the intensity from the release sends you over the edge, your body literally jumps with pleasure, your back arched and your moans increases significantly… He makes sure to give equal attention to both your breasts… He kisses, nibbles, bites, touches, and licks on all the right places, you couldn't ask for more, he does everything right - this man is the king of foreplay… He knows exactly what your body craves… He pulls down your panties and continues his work of magic on your dripping wet pussy for him… Eating you out like this was his life long goal, his strokes are gentle where wanted and hard where needed… "Oh Rosco"!! You cried out from immense pleasure… He gets up, standing next to the bed and unbuckles his jeans and belt… You look at him as he pulls his pants down and reveal his gorgeous, hard erection and breathtakingly big dick, you bite your lower lip for the delight displayed in front of you, you sit up and move to the edge of the bed closer to him, you stroke his dick and looks at him with so much appreciation, to show your appreciation you start kissing him, softly licking him and eventually taking him in your mouth - he's a bit big so only his head's front part can be taken inside your mouth, you suck him as hard as you possibly can, Rosco's hands grabs your head with his fingers gliding through your hair, pulling you closer into his dick, he soon pulls away as he doesn't want to cum yet, he kisses you hard whilst your neck bends backwards with his hands grabbing your face… He grabs you by your thighs, lifts you up and moves you upwards on the bed… Positioning himself onto you, holding your hands back, he looks deep into your eyes and you spread your legs as wide as possible for him, he lowers himself onto you and starts entering you… Your pussy pulses for him… The sensations are exhilarating… As he pushes himself deeper into you, you're experiencing the 'ring of fire' sensation from his big dick entering your pelvic floor… It hurts a little but it's much more pleasurable than painful… He's gentle but passionate… Your moans are consistent now, your nails dig into his broad shoulders and he slips into you, your body completely flushed with the intensifying pleasures… He knows that hurt a bit for you and whispers in your ear, "are you okay baby?"… You can hardly speak but you answer, "yesss baby, please don't stop"… He kisses you in your neck and keeps moving his pelvis forward and backwards as he thrusts himself inside you… You sing his name through every moan…

His thrusts continue with harder and faster motions now… Your super tight pussy clench him tighter after every thrust… Your legs are wrapped around him, your foot stroking his buttocks and thighs… With every thrust your pleasure accelerates, you never knew feelings like this and pleasure of this magnitude exists… He's fucking your brains out… Your arms and hands are wrapped around the top of his head with your fingers firmly in his smoothly, gelled back, black hair… Your toes start to curl, you heart races, your body is shaking, Rosco thrusts harder and faster, fucking you wildly, knowing you're both about to cum together, your moans are shifting to screams, you grip tighter on Rosco as you come to climax, screaming, shaking and completely overwhelmingly wowed with the greatest, most amazing, incredibly electrifying and earth shattering orgasm and sex you've ever had and could ever have… Rosco also completely overwhelmed, barely able to speak, he murmurs, "that was fucking incredible"… He slowly pulls his still throbbing dick from your tight clenching, pulsing pussy… Your foreheads lean against each other and you manage a passionate kiss, when he slides out of you, you can only gasp on air with a deep breathless moan… He collapses next to you, breathless and overwhelmed with the pleasure of his powerful orgasm, he pulls you closer where you turn to your side laying in his arms with your head resting on his chest, he wraps you in his arms, your fingers slowly trace his tattoos, he kisses you on your head and says to you, "Please don't ever go"… You tilt your head up and look him straight in the eye and answers, "I'm not going anywhere"…

♡♡ The End ♡♡

[girlpornparadise]

[kaeda-the-wolf]

It was a simple enough deal. A few rules bent, a blind eye turned.

Simple.

Until it's not.

She shouldn't be surprised. Not really, anyway.

Any good cop -hell, anyone with even a shred of common sense- should know that making a deal with a cartel boss is risky business.

Diego Jimenz x Lauren Wolffe (OFC)

MASTERLIST

Chapter One: The Cynic & The Bleeding Heart

Chapter Two: Burgers & Bail

Chapter Three: Burning Bridges

Chapter Four: Deals & Devils

Chapter Five: Logic & Lust

Chapter Six: A Means To An End

[1zashreena1]

When you fall asleep next to your cartel boss drug lord man but your phone stays logged into your fb

[servena-writes-fic]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Power (TV 2014) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Diego Jimenez & Alicia Jimenez Characters: Diego Jimenez, Alicia Jimenez Additional Tags: Siblings, Sibling Bonding, Brother-Sister Relationships, Betrayal, Threats of Violence, Fear of Death, Making Up, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Anger, Power Dynamics, Fix-It Summary:

For once, she doesn’t hear him coming.

“Did you set me up?”

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I loved their dynamic so much, whyy did it have to end this way. (Here’s me pretending that it didn’t.)

[kailan-sunshine]

Diego?

@1zashreena1

is this the boy with brown eyes you all have been talking about

[nofatclips]

Layla, a short film by Oscar Baron, Diego H. Blanco, Emma Ferréol, Rachel Gitlevich, Lucille Reynaud, Narda Rodriguez

[aragarna]

La venganza es personal. La justicia es para todos. - Cuervo Nocturno (Cuauhtli Jiménez), Kiyoche the fox and Diego de la Vega (Miguel Bernardeau) - Zorro, 2024, 1x02

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Kinktober Day 3

Day Two | 🌹Kinktober Masterlist🌹 | Day Four

Pairing: Diego Jimenez x Reader

Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only. Any minors interacting with ANY of these Kinktober prompts will be blocked.

Warnings: Reader is the monster; vampirism; mention of drug use; mention of alcohol consumption; blood drinking (because vampires); vaginal sex

You’ve got the itch. It’s not that you’re hungry to feed, it’s that you’re looking to turn. You’re lonely—and you’re young. You’ve only been a vampire for half a century. There aren’t many of your kind that you know. Your maker disappeared just as soon as you’d wet your fangs and gotten your bloodlust under control. You’ve been rudderless ever since—drifting and desolate in New York’s thriving night scene.

The only thrills that you feel these days come from the odd chase—when someone that you’re feeding on wants to make a game of it and runs. That happens when they don't truly understand what you are, the powers that you possess: your speed, your senses, your strength. But besides that, well...Not much brings you joy. Months pass like minutes. You’ve only been a vampire for fifty-eight years.

It was much more fun in the 80s—busier, more colorful, almost. Everyone was just as hungry as you were, in quite different ways. 

The next time you have the need to feed, you find yourself seeking out familiar territory. You’re not starving, mind, you just want a little nibble. You find your way to a club, one that you’ve used a feeding ground before. It’s always full of drunks and coke-heads, and busy enough that you won’t have trouble finding anyone to nip from. You like finding someone coked-out to drink from, sometimes. You’ll get their consent, have them snort, and then drink from them once it hits. It gives you a buzz, too. Unless you drink too much, you don’t get a hangover like you used to when you were human.

Oh, hangovers aren’t as bad now that you’re a vampire; you can sleep them off for a week, burrow yourself in your coffin in your apartment (you’ve rigged it up so that it lowers from the wall like a Murphy bed). 

You swan into the club and look around, gathering your bearings. It’s surprisingly busy for a Tuesday night. You take in a deep breath, catching the muddling scents of alcohol and sweat and colognes and perfume; heartbeats pound along with the thudding of the bass. You take a few more steps inside. You’ll get a drink, first. It has no effect on you, but you still like the taste. You lean against the bar and raise your finger to the glass, swirling your finger around the glass’ rim.

There are a few prospects that you’ve spotted already, a few people that you’ve drunk from before. They’ve eyed you; one has grinned, and is looking quite interested. You enjoyed yourself last time—the blood was good, the sex was fine. But...It would be fleeting.

And at the tip of your gums, you still have that itch.

Your ears twitch as you hear someone coming up behind you. You smell something sharp, an expensive cologne, and you feel someone watching you. And in an instant—or perhaps it’s several minutes, but you never can accurately mark how time passes anymore—someone’s hand rests on your hip.

“I’ve seen you around,” A man purrs in your ear. You consider for a moment as you glance at the two of you in the mirrored backing of the bar. You recognize him. You know that he’s the one of the owners.

“Congratulations,” You offer him in turn.

He curls his hand around your hip and turns you to face him.

You’ve only seen him from afar before. Now, in this close proximity, you see that he’s quite handsome. The glint in his eye is enticing; his grin looks as predatory as you feel. When he cages you against the bar, something riles up in you, something mean and sharp. Well, you never did like being boxed in this way. So you open your mouth in a toothy grin, and flash him your fangs.

The man’s eyes drop to your teeth, and his eyes widen marginally before he meets your eyes again. You can hear his heartbeat kicking up, and you don’t know if it’s excitement or fear—until his lips widen in a bigger smile, and he says, “Oh—I’ve heard about you.”

-- 

By the time you realize that it's a bad idea, it's too late.

You know it the second you sink your teeth into his neck, as he bites into your wrist—

You don’t know how you let him talk you into this, but this man—this Diego Jimenez—is too much of a silvertongue for his own good. And as he drinks from you and you drink from him—as he groans and laps at your vein and writhes against you as your mouths stain red—Some little bit of you knows for certain that turning this man is a mistake.

-- 

Despite this swirling worry, the next morning is sort of fun.

It’s amusing, watching this man learn to be—or at least, to watch him learn to be again. He runs to your mirror, drops his fangs, pokes at them, and then frowns, turning to you and pointing at his reflection.

“Why can I see myself?”

You smile.

“Old mirrors were backed with silver, which we can’t touch. New ones are backed with aluminum, so. They’re harmless.”

The man pouts a little before he shrugs, nods, and turns back to the mirror, poking at his fangs again. He’s stark-naked, hasn’t bothered to dress. You’d learned quickly the night before that Diego is...Very confident in himself. You’d assumed that that confidence was misplaced until the two of you had gotten into bed, but he had been one of the best lovers that you’d ever had (of course, you don’t want to limit yourself. You’ve got eternity stretched in front of you—as long as you play your cards right).

You see him look down at his chest and abdomen.

“What is it?” You ask.

“My scars are gone.”

You push yourself off of your bed. You can wander around the apartment freely; you’ve already pulled the blackout curtain to keep out the sun. You curl up behind Diego, peering over his shoulder in the mirror and allowing your eyes and hands to wander his chest. 

“It’s like you’re brand new,” You murmur. His eyes shift to yours in the mirror, his smile flashing wide, revealing his fangs. You grin in turn, cupping his pecs and giving them a squeeze as he rolls his hips back against you. 

“You’re such a little show-off,” You laugh. “Are you going to get worse with time?” 

He turns, grasping your hips and holding you tightly. “Maybe you should’ve considered that before you made me this.” 

“Maybe I should’ve,” You mumble, almost regretful. Before you can sink into the upset, Diego nuzzles into your neck, giving your neck a harsh nip. You suck in at the sharp pressure, then at the sweeping heat as he laps across the pinpricks of blood. 

“You have no way to back out now,” He rumbles against your skin, his hands wandering your body. 

“No,” You agree. “You’re as I am now—damned.” 

“Preciosa,” He turns his head, lips brushing against yours. “I was damned long before I met you.” 

You don’t have the chance to argue as his tongue delves between yours. You hardly mind the metallic tang as you take your fill of one another. You don't have the chance to get your bearings as he shoves you back. You stumble to the floor without a mind for the pain. Any bruising will be gone in minutes, if not hours. He’s over you without seconds, briefly stunned at the speed with which he moved. It makes you grin as it seems to puff him up, making him seem larger as he bows over you and captures your lips with his. 

Your groan is punched out of you as he grips your thigh, drawing it up around his hip as he thrusts into you harshly. You let your head fall back, nails raking through his hair as he sinks his teeth into your neck again, drawing from you as he did just hours before. You’ve never had a lover feed off of you this way before, and it makes your whole body tingle. Between his speed and the way he draws your life from your weakening form, your head begins to spin. You can’t remember the last time you felt like this. It’s been a long time—not since you were human. 

Diego’s pace is frantic, his tongue and teeth making a mess of your neck. When he draws back to get a look at you, his mouth is a mess of red, his eyes obscured with black. You grasp his slick cheeks, grinning as you feel yourself tipping closer and closer to the edge. You cum sharply, whining as you feel Diego’s hips pound against yours. You let yourself sag back onto the floor, sighing heavily as he melts on top of you. You loop your arms around his neck, sliding a hand up into his hair and drawing in a deep, satisfied breath. Your chests rise and fall together, and you comb your fingers tenderly over the strands at the nape of his neck, letting your eyes slide closed. 

It’s been a long time since you’ve thought about death, but you feel that if you died like this, sweating and sated and boneless, you could die happily. You giggle almost girlishly as Diego tips his head up to nip at your jaw. He draws away at the sound, face twisted with a pout at the sound. 

“What?” He demands. You shake your head, raising your hand to swipe from of your blood from his kiss-plumped lips. 

“Nothing,” You reassure, but you know that it’s more than that. 

That itch is gone—for now, at least.

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[violettaobsessed]

This scene will never not be funny to me. Them both trying to make eachother jealous so obviously 😂

lara definitely noticed btw

[sigelfire]

Diego Luna performing and promoting "El Buen Canario", a play directed by John Malkovich in 2009

[graphicpolicy]

SDCC 2024: VIZ Media reveals Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles with Naruto!

SDCC 2024: VIZ Media reveals Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles with Naruto! #sdcc #sdcc2024 #sdcc24 #comiccon #tmnt #naruto #comics

The coolest ninja team-up fans could have ever imagined arrives as the Heroes in a Half Shell meet the host of the Nine-Tailed Fox. Announced at San Diego Comic-Con, IDW Publishing and VIZ Media are immensely proud to present Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles x Naruto, an action-packed four-issue series arriving this October! Written by Caleb Goellner, drawn by Hendry Prasetya and featuring primary…

[girlpornparadise]

@1zashreena1

[kaeda-the-wolf]

Diego Jimenez x Lauren Wolffe (OFC)

Word Count; 1,750

Part 2: Burgers & Bail 

In which Detective Lauren Wolffe and her partner, Marcus Morenci, are paid a visit by one of the best criminal defense lawyer's in New York.

Warnings: Language, brief mentions of domestic violence/child abuse/murder. 

Author's note: This chapter is brought to you by my finally taking an actual vacation.

Any gifs used in any posts for this story do not belong to me.

Lauren is two cups of coffee and a quarter of the way through a massive stack of case files when a white paper bag is plopped down in front of her. Slightly startled, she glances up from the paragraph she's read at least twice already to see Marcus looking down at her with what he probably thinks is a charming smile. 

"What's this, a peace offering," Lauren questions as she leans back in her chair, crossing her arms. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't still irritated about earlier, especially after the way the rest of their previous conversation had gone. 

"When  you say you're talking from experience, I take it you mean your daughter? What's her name? Ella?" 

"Ellie," Lauren corrected. 

"Right. She's what, eight or nine?" 

Lauren stayed silent, focusing on her driving as she switched lanes. 

"That's her on your phone lockscreen, right? And in the picture on your desk?"

Again, Lauren doesn't reply. She has no intention of encouraging his attempts at small talk. 

"She's a cute kid. Looks just like you, except her eyes. I take it she took after her dad, there. Speaking of which, where is-" 

Lauren had stomped on the brakes, probably a little more forcefully than necessary, as someone had cut them off. Marcus had jolted forward with a curse, nearly smacking into the dashboard.

"What the fuck, 'Ren?" 

Lauren gritted her teeth at the shortening of her name. She'd always hated it when people called her that.

"Sorry," she muttered halfheartedly.

"You'd think with as many people that live here, at least some of them would know how to drive."

Lauren had calmly agreed, and the subject had effectively changed after that, much to her relief. Marcus meant well, but Lauren had already been fighting back all her constant fears and worries about her daughter after the events of this morning, and wasn't about to go digging all of those up at the behest of someone who just couldn't leave well enough alone, even if he was her partner.

In fact, she was doing her best to not think about those things. Or the case.

That was why she'd stayed buried nose deep in work since they'd returned to the precinct, her only consolation being that the person responsible for the boy's -Antonio Reyes- murder was in a holding cell downstairs.

Out of sight, mostly out of mind.

"No," Marcus huffs. "It's lunch. You know, actual food that's not a bag of chips and a stale candy bar from the vending machine downstairs?" 

"Careful, Marcus," Lauren chides lightheartedly with a small smile as she tears into the bag. "Keep talking like that and someone might think you actually like me." 

"I do actually like you," Marcus quips sharply, only for a sheepish look to cross his face the moment he realizes he was a bit too eager to reply. Lauren arches a brow, but Marcus is sputtering on before she can even think of a response. 

"I mean,  I do most of the time. Still think you've got a stick up your ass."

"Right," Lauren chuckles, choosing to overlook his response as she tears into the bag in front of her. It's from her favorite restaurant a couple of blocks away and she's actually pretty damn hungry (chips and candy only go so far) so she pays little mind to what Marcus had gotten her as she pulls out the food. 

"Double bacon cheeseburger with everything but the pickles and onions and cheesy tater tots, right?"

Lauren's hands freeze in the middle of pulling a box out of the bag, a chill crawling down her spine. As much as she loved the old burger joint, Lauren rarely spared the money to eat there, preferring the cheapest option available for lunch (which, more often than not, usually meant eating nothing) in order to pinch a few extra pennies for her daughter's sake. She and Marcus had gotten burgers once, maybe twice, since they had started working together…

So how did he have her order down perfectly?

"Uhm, yeah," Lauren answers, unease thick in her voice as she locks  eyes with Marcus, jarring her into moving again. "Thank you."

The smile she gives is more of a grimace than anything, and obviously forced as Lauren pops open the box of tater tots, but Marcus simply smiles at her, looking pleased with himself. 

And somehow, that's even more unsettling. 

When he steps away from her desk to go back to his own, she lets out a breath. She gets about half of the burger down, unable to keep from side-eying Marcus as she eats. The food is delicious -as always- but her appetite was nonexistent, her stomach roiling. 

How the fuck did he know my order?

She tries to put the thought out of her mind. Really, she does, but it's a futile effort as the thought echoes through her mind again and again. Maybe he'd asked one of the other detectives -maybe Cartright, or Howell- but then she doubted that they paid enough attention to know. Cartwright was nice enough, but Howell didn't care for her, and the feeling was mutual. 

"Is the food good," Marcus asks, meeting her gaze as Lauren glances at him over the top of her computer monitor. He'd opted for the exact same burger, she noticed, but had swapped out the tater tots for the Cajun steak fries. 

"It's great," she replies absentmindedly, shutting the nearly full box of cheesy tater tots. "I appreciate it."

"You're welcome," is his emphatic answer, a brilliant smile flashing across his features. Lauren was sure that smile was enough to woo just about any woman at the bar, but it reminded her more of something more predatory, something that looked welcoming on the surface, but would rip you to shreds if you got too close. 

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," he continues as Lauren tries to discreetly drop what remains of her food in the trash. He pays her absolutely no mind, eyes focused on his computer screen in front of him. 

She doubts he's looking at anything work related. 

"We'll have to eat out more often. There's a new Italian place a few street over-"

Marcus' words abruptly, uncharacteristically go silent, which commands her attention far more than whatever he'd been saying. Lauren looks up, having returned to her work, and the moment she does, her heart takes a nose dive into her stomach. Standing just inside the main door of the precincts bullpen, looking regal as ever in a tan, three piece suit that she has no doubt costs more than her rent two times over, is Brian Nguyen, one of the most renowned defense attorney's in New York. Next to him stands Lieutenant Albrecht, who is so red in the face it looks like he might stroke out.

Brian cuts a glance at Lauren, giving her a subtle, knowing smirk as he speaks.

"Detective Wolffe." His dark eyes pierce right through her. It's not a look of triumph, it's a warning, a reminder. "It's been quite a while." 

No, it hasn't, Lauren's mind supplies in answer. The thought is slightly bitter, and overly guilty.

She was all too familiar with Brian Nguyen, or rather, the kind of clientele he represented; drug dealers, mob guys, enforcers, all the other kinds of guys who probably deserved to be under the prisons rather than in them. 

If he was here, it was an omen for a bad day. 

"Indeed it has," Lauren replies coolly. "To what do we owe the pleasure?" 

"He's here for Carlos Muñoz," Lieutenant Albrecht responds, his face bitter. Lauren grits her teeth, apprehensiveness settling poorly in her stomach. 

She probably shouldn't have eaten that burger.

"Just to talk, I'm assuming? He started asking for you the moment we cuffed him." 

"I'm afraid not, Detective Morenci." 

Sure you are, Lauren says to herself, rage boiling in her veins. She knows all too well what Brian Nguyen is here for, if he's not here to talk to his client.

"He's made bail?" Marcus questions, and Lauren wants to sock him for not reading the giant pink elephant in the room. She settles for scratching her pen deep into a stack of blue sticky notes on her desk. Ellie had picked them out; blue was her favorite color.

"Yes," Albrecht grits out, and Lauren knows he’s feeling the same frustration as her. "They're already working through the release process." 

Lauren shakes her head, glancing at the picture of Ellie on her desk. It was an older photo from a birthday two years prior; Ellie is grinning, all dimples and missing baby teeth, holding up a new stuffed animal frog that Lauren had gotten her, brown eyes bright and her hair in lopsided, blonde pigtails.  It was a picture similar to one that Lauren had seen in the Reyes home of the little boy -Antonio- that Muñoz had murdered. 

Antonio Reyes would never smile like that again, and the bastard responsible for it was going to walk free. 

Just like far too many others. 

This was another aspect of the job that Lauren hated, one that she would never get used to. And it was something happening more and more often.

Lauren sits at her desk, seething, and watches as Nguyen signs the necessary paperwork for the bail. The moment he bids them all goodbye, at least having the small sliver or decency to not look smug as he does so, Lauren feels the straw break the camel's back. 

"This is such bullshit," she spits, haphazardly shuffling case files back into their folders. She pauses when she spots an extra copy of the photo of the lifeless, beaten body of the boy. 

"I can't say I'm surprised," Marcus remarks, ignoring the glare Lauren flashes his way as he kicks back in his chair, hands behind his head. "But how does a guy like that make bail that high?" 

"He doesn't," Lauren hisses, throwing on her jacket. Tucking the crime scene photo into the inner pocket, she grabs her keys and marches towards the door. 

"Where are you going?" Lieutenant Albrecht questions, a hint of worry showing through his otherwise neutral expression. 

"For a walk," Lauren answers, softer than she would if anyone else were to ask. They would probably be having a conversation soon about how she was doing. 

Her lieutenant simply nods, knowing better than to try and stop her. 

If he knew where she was headed, he would.

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Nico Paz, David Jimenez, Cesar Palacios, Manuel Angel, Gonzalo Garcia, Diego Pineiro, Mario Camero, Raul Asencio, Jeremy Jorge, Lorenzo Aguado, Bruno Iglesias, Victor Munoz got promoted to Real Madrid Castilla.

Nico Paz is a 18 years old central midfielder. He joined Real Madrid as a youth player, 7 years ago, from CD Tenerife. He debuted in Castilla in the season 2021/2022. He already played 24 matches scored 2 goals and assisted 3 goals for the 2nd team.

David Jimenez is a 19 years old right defender, he plays in Real Madrid since the youth team.

Cesar Palacios is a 18 years old offensive midfielder, he joined Real Madrid’s Juvenil C team in 2020 from CD Numancia.

Manu Angel is a 19 years old central midfielder, he plays in Real Madrid since 2018, he joined from FC Sevilla. He already debuted in Real Madrid Castilla in the last match of the season against Algeciras CF.

Gonzalo Garcia is a 19 years old right winger, he played in Real Madrid since 2010. In 2018 he was loaned to RCD Mallorca. He debuted in Castilla already in the season 2021/2022, when he played 2 matches. Last season he also played 8 matches in Castilla and made 2 assists.

Mario Camero is a 19 years old central defender. He joined Real Madrid in 2017 from Granada CF.

Diego Pineiro is a 19 years old goalkeeper. He joined Real Madrid in 2014 from Escuela Vicalvaro. He figured in the squads of Castilla and the first team as a 3rd goalkeeper, but he didn’t play a single minute in any of the teams.

Raul Asencio is a 20 years old central defender. He joined Real Madrid in 2017 from UD Las Palmas. Last season he was "sold” to Internacional Madrid, which became Real Madrid C this season.

Jeremy Jorge is a 20 years old left winger. He joined Real Madrid in 2018 from UD Las Palmas. During his climb through the Real Madrid categories he was loaned to CD Castellon in 2021 and Albacete Balompie in 2022. Last season he was “sold” to Internacional Madrid, which became Real Madrid C this season.

Lorenzo Aguado is a 20 years old right back. He joined Real Madrid as a child. In 2021 he got promoted to Castilla, but then immediately loaned to CDA Navalcarnero. Last season he got “sold” to Internacional Madrid, which became Real Madrid C this season.

Bruno Iglesias is a 20 years old attacking midfielder. He joined Real Madrid in 2015 from Santa Marta. In 2022 he got promoted to Castilla, but after the first half of the season he got “sold” to Internacional Madrid, which became Real Madrid C this season.

Julen Jon is a 19 years old attacking midfielder. He joined Real Madrid in 2018 from Malaga CF. He spent the last season in SD Amorebieta, which got promoted to Segunda Division.

Victor Munoz is a 20 years old left forward. He joined Real Madrid in 2021 from CF Damm U19. In 2022 he got “sold” to Internacioanl Madrid, which became Real Madrid Castilla.