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Ch 11 - Love & Hate

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A/N: HEY GUYS! I was very anxious for this chapter. I received help from a genuinely kind person, she made the revisions for me and the corrections in this chapter... I’m so grateful, @angelofsmalldeath-codeine you’re amazing. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. So, basically this chapter will be more pleasant to the reader, without grammatical errors due to translation. I hope you like it. ❤️

The Cali cartel wouldn't let it slide. They would respond accordingly.

A single slip on a whim was enough. Pablo's mother went to church on Christmas Eve. The Castaño brothers managed to follow her and attack Pablo's family forcing hem to flee.

Pablo would be against attacking. It was just a matter of time. And a war would start on the streets of Medellín. Sooner or later.

You just received a letter informing that Blackie's girlfriend's family had been murdered. It was Christmas Eve. They killed a pregnant woman. Pregnant. Los Pepes acted again.

You asked Trujillo to deliver the letter to Peña. You didn't want to have to see him.

"¿Estás bien?" Trujillo asked.

��I don't want to see this kind of thing anymore..." your eyes were full of tears.

You left the department as fast as you can. You warned Javier that this would get out of control. If you saw him, you would end up losing your mind.

"Esto acaba de llegar" Trujillo delivers the letter to Javier.

He closes his eyes after reading the information. Knowing that you saw that.

"Esto se está saliendo de control, Peña"

Javier runs his fingers down his chin. He reaches for his gun and leaves.

He goes to the crime scene. The place is quiet, just the noise of the team collecting evidence, death scattered throughout the room in the house. All dead. Blood.

***

It was already late at night, you are reading, the dim light of the lamp next to your bed, with a baby pink nightgown, with lace on the hems and neckline.

You hear someone knocking on the door of your accommodation.

You frowned. You hesitated.

Three more beats.

You get up and walk to the door.

Javier Peña, propped up with his big hands on the frame of your door.

You freeze at the sight of him . It takes a few minutes to process, and remember how to speak.

"What are you doing here?"

Javier's eyes dance on your body from head to toe. Seeing you with this night gown falling on the curves of your body was the only thing that could turn off his mind.

"Can I come in?"

"No. What do you want?"

Javier's eyes were deep. And you knew that in addition to the lust that waved at you, he was sadder than indecency.

"Enter"

You turn your face away, letting the air out through your mouth.

"No, I don't want to talk to you, I don't want to see you, and first of all, I'm just doing what you asked me to do"

"I..." Javier hesitates "I just wanted to talk"

You look at him.

"You're stinking of cigarettes and exhaling alcohol from your pores" you try to argue.

Anything not to have him in your room, because you know where it would end.

"Please, it's Christmas"

"So what? Do I look like Mrs Claus or something ?"

Javier stares at you. And you know he wouldn't get out of there if you didn't give in.

You roll your eyes. And pushes the door making room for him to pass.

"Thank you" Javier comes in.

It was stupidly ridiculous how you always ended up doing what he wanted. You close the door, and turn to Javier crossing your arms.

"What do you want to talk about?"

That was a good question.

Javier was watching your room. He walked to the bedside table, reached the book you were reading. Killing time. The last time he was in your dorm you were missing.

The truth is that not even Javier knew exactly what he was doing there. After leaving the crime scene. It was as if his head was connected to yours by an invisible wire, which pulled him to you. He just needed to be with you.

You were like a refuge for him in stressful times and shitty days at work. It was you who could turn off the noise of the world around. You were someone that made him comfortable. He wanted to be with you. He wanted to be part of you.

His legs automatically walked to your door. He didn't know exactly what to say, how to say it, but he wanted to be with you.

He scratched his nose, ran his fingers through his mustache. The hand on his waist, while looking at you.

"I didn't regret it," he said.

You frowned confused.

"What?"

"In the cleaning room, you said I regretted getting involved with you," he explained, "I didn't regret it"

You're froze for a while.

Javier Peña listened to you after all.

His eyes begin to dance on you, your hair stuck in a messy bun at the top of your head, go down your neck, your collarbone, the volume of your tight breasts in your arms crossed in front of your body. The curve of your hip contrasting with your waist. Your bare legs.

Javier runs his tongue through his lips. You were mouth-watering. He looked at you with devotion.

You blink a few times trying to concentrate.

"And what does that mean?"

Javier sighs.

"I just didn't want you to think you didn't mean anything to me. Because..." he hesitates "you do mean something to me”

What was going on?

"Look, Javier, I don't want you to think that just because we have sex you owe me something. I just want you to respect me"

"I respect you"

"You avoid me, and pretend I'm invisible if I arrive too fast not giving you a chance of you running away at the first opportunity"

Javier closes his eyes, and presses his fingers over them.

You were right. From the moment he realized the effects you had on him. From the moment he realized that he didn't want to and couldn't get involved with another woman, no matter how much he tried. That if he was with another woman, it was you he was thinking of .

An idiotic defense mechanism began to whistle and take control of his attitudes towards you. Out of fear. Afraid of what he was feeling.

"I'm sorry" Javier's voice was low and low.

You frowned again, tilting your body slightly forward towards him.

"Who are you? And what did you do with Javier Peña?"

He smiles blandly.

"I'm serious," he stares at you.

You sigh.

“You're sorry, Javier, you don't owe me anything”

He nods. And he stays silent for a while. Making you anxious. Uncomfortable. You didn't know what to expect.

"Where do you intend to go with this conversation?"

"I don't know what I'm doing, but the only thing I know for sure is that I'd like to be with you, I'd like to be good to you"

"So you want to be with me, be good to me, telling me to disappear? I can't understand you"

"I just wanted to keep you away..."

Your mouth opens in surprise, Javier was talking about feelings, obviously the effect of alcohol.

"Well, then, congratulations, you did it"

"I don't want to hurt you"

"Javier, I'm already hurt, mentally and physically"

He stared at you, frowning. There was silence for a while.

Slowly Javier begins to walk towards you.

His big and firm hands sliding through the greeting of your arms.

You drown into the puppy's eyes as he stares at you. He approaches by reducing the distance between you.

"I tried to ignore it. Pretend it was just an attraction. But nobody’s made me feel that way..."

Javier's fingers slide the strap of your night gown down your shoulders. Chills run through your body. You are unable to move.

"Nothing has this effect you have on me"

Javier's fingers slid smoothly along the contour of your face.

"Javier, you just want sex" you held his fists.

"Maybe. But I want it with you, only you"

You feel a knot in your stomach, it seemed like you were being hit by something right in the middle of your chest.

"You're drunk"

"I'm telling the truth"

You looked at him over his eyelashes.

"You made me sad, you wanted to make me sad, you left me alone" your voice was a whisper.

Javier slides his fingers into the curve of your breasts, your hardened nipples mark the fabric of your nightgown, you feel your mound throbbing.

"I'm sorry"

His fingers come down sliding your breast and you stiffen. Close your eyes.

"You only look for me when you need to forget the shit you're doing" you hesitate when you no longer feel his fingers caressing your body, opening your eyes.

"You make me feel good" he holds your chin.

"Where do you want to go with this?"

You weren't able to process what was happening. The things Javier was talking about. What was the point of that?

Javier leans over you towards your lips. Warm hands around your face, you close your eyes. Your noses leaning against each other.

"I want you" he whispers.

Your breathing is irregular. Your head seems to be foggy. Nothing is clear. It's all messed up.

You put your hands on his chest, trying to get some kind of control over him.

"You just want a distraction from your problems" your lips were so close that you felt the pinching of Javier's mustache on your skin.

He shook his head.

"No..." he walks away so he can look at you "When it's over, I always want to leave. But with you..." he hesitates, studying your face "with you, I want to stay"

Your stomach drops. The blood seems to have been drained from your body. You're silent for a while.

What was that? A Christmas miracle?

"Javi..." You close your eyes and shake your head, trying to organize the thoughts "this is not right"

"Look at me" he tries to hold your face in his hands .

You bite your lips. Javier's smell was like some kind of drug, a psychoactive made especially for you.

"Please..." was almost a whisper.

You obey.

"I'm telling you the truth. I tried to deny it, but..." he tries to find the words, his eyes dancing between your mouth and your eyes "I can't..."

You hold his fists again, around your face.

"You make things difficult for me, doing the wrong things, acting recklessly, without thinking about the consequences, being a total asshole..."

He interrupts you.

"I can solve this" he frowned.

You release the breath you didn’t know you were holding. .

"You can, but are you going to?"

Javier’s hand grabs your waist, pulling his body against yours hot, big, hard, you feel his cock already hard behind the jeans.

His eyes darkened with desire, hunger, with all the things he wants to do with you, half-closed.

"Yes," he murmurs, moving your hair out of the way, moving to your neck.

"Yes?" You repeat more than you really ask.

"Yes" he whispered in his ear.

You don't need much convincing, you easily lose all the determination, in fact, very little determination you left when trying to stay away from Javier Peña. Your mind totally goes blank at the touch of his soft lips on your neck. Feeling his heavy breath on your skin.

His hands reach for your back, pulling you as close as possible. Your pussy clenches around nothing.

There you were, the lust and desire, the two pillars of your relationship.

Javier's mouth runs down your neck slightly while the other hand slides down the fabric of your nightgown, you do not resist. You just feel a tingling heat radiating on your stomach.

The fabric of your clothes slipping down your body releases your breasts, leaving them naked, exposed. Javier's fingers smoothly ghosting over your nipple, your body stiffens. His warm hand massaging your breasts.

"You're beautiful” he whispers.

Javi keeps nipping down till he reaches your breasts and takes a nipple in his mouth. Your hands quickly reach for Javier's hair. His tongue dances softly over your perked up nipple, you let out a satisfying moan down your throat.

He knelt down, and slid the rest of the fabric of your night gown off your body, pooling it on the floor around your feet. You are naked in front of Javier as he is kneeling.

He looks at you with devotion. His hands holding your waist firmly, his fingers sinking into your flesh.

"You're like a Victorian painting" his tone is almost like worship. He draws a path of soft kisses down your stomach. Working his way down.

Your fingers slide through his soft hair. His hands move from your waist to grab your ass.

There was no turning back. You would let him do whatever he wanted to you. You are pliable to his will. Completely surrendered. Javier was the first man who made you feel this way.

Javier inhaled your scent while the roughness of his mustache contrasted on your soft skin. His lips found their pile, you grasp for air with an open mouth.

"Let's go to bed" you manage to say.

Javier stands up, his eyes hooded and dark with desire, trained on you, overflowing with sire. You take off his jacket, sliding over his broad shoulders and unbutton his shirt, both ending on the floor. Your hands go down Javier's defined chest, sending chills through his body, making him twitch, your fingers make their way down until they reach the waistband of his jeans.

Javier kisses your forehead, tilts his head to the side, to fit your lips into his, pressing a warm and firm kiss. You unbutton his jeans and undo the zipper.

You trail down Javier’s abdomen with soft kisses until you reach his underwear, quickly removing it. His cock is hard when it springs free, it’s leaking precum already. You removed his jeans and underwear with a swift movement. You get on your knees with your gaze trained in him.

Your hands hold the base of Javier's cock, you open your mouth, without breaking eye contact with him, you put the head of his cock in your mouth, wrapping your lips around him.

"Fuck" Javier was panting.

You could see his chest go up and down fast. You started sucking, lowering your lips along his length, until you felt his head in your throat, your hands held his leg, and you started working his shaft with your lips. Javier's hands went to your hair, holding it between his fingers. Your tongue began to curl around him, pressing his length, as you moved your lips, his hands began to pull your head, you increased the pace, but he pulled your hair, taking your mouth out of him.

Javier threw his head back.

"Fuck, babe! You're so good to me..." he was panting "I don't want it to end like this"

Javi pulled you up, passing through your waist, go down to your ass, to the back of your thigh, lifting your body to be on your lap, your two legs cross around Javier's waist, as he walks to the edge of your bed, putting a knee on it, and leaning to lie down.

You crawl to the middle of the bed, and open up to him. He positions his shoulders behind your thighs, his hands on the pulp of your ass, while looking at your pussy shining at him.

"Hermosa" he mumbles

You lean on your elbows, watching Javier bite his lips, and leaning over to prove you.

He moans as he dips his tongue into you, feeling your warmth and its bittersweet taste, his fingers open you to him, before you feel his tongue sliding once again to your rigid and tensioned clit, making your body spasm with the contact. Shivering. Your head falls backwards.

Your hands stick on the sheet under you, while Javier's tongue works in your middle, making your body squirm in response.

His hands firm on your hip, in an attempt to keep you still, you whine, Javi presses his lips around your clit sucking it the heat of his mouth, his tongue on you. He was eating you as if it were his favorite meal.

"Javi..." your hands ran through his hair.

Javier is looking at you, his eyes narrow, watching your mouth open as your back begins to form an arch, he circles your clitoris with his tongue, and slides two fingers into you, working together in tandem with his tongue.

Your hip starts to move back and forth on his face. It was Javier Peña, and he knew exactly what to do with you. His fingers are dexterous, reaching the place he knows makes your breath. You turn your head to the side in an attempt to drown out your moans in bed. While Javier reaches the sp spot inside you that he knows makes you melt.

You don't take off and you are soon swinging on your thighs around Javier's head, you tremble and he knows you're close. You cum with a strangled moan, the wave of pleasure that radiates through your body, your pussy squeezing Javier's fingers, your goes dark.

His hands caressed your stomach with a slight pressure, calming you as you come do your high , he feels your body relaxed on the bed, his lips kiss the inside of your thigh.

As soon as your breathing stabilizes, Javier holds his cock, writhing when he sees you melted for him.

He was beautiful under the yellow light of your lamp. The pink tip dripping precum, the thick vein of his length, Javier leans over to kiss you, as you feel his weight on your body, skin with skin, so for the first time, lying down, naked bodies on a bed.

A warm, soft, needy kiss, his tongue licking into your mouth, you feel your taste on his tongue.

You around his waist, holding him into you. Your hips moving in a desperate attempt to slide his cock into you.

"Easy, babe," he smiles, bringing his hand to guide him to your entrance as you lift your head to watch him.

But Javier slides into you, sinking his cock, in your tight heat, until his body was totally over you, your hips together, your pussy throbbing.

He moves his lips a sharing ing at you, his heavy breaths, sharing the same air, you run your fingers through his hair, caressing, Javier closes his eyes, feeling your affection, you two seemed to be one , his nose brushed yours , you felt his cock writhing inside you.

"Javi, please" your hip moves looking for him. Wishing for something, you were sore, desperate for him to possess you.

"Please, what?" He murmured over his lips.

"I need to feel you..."

Javier touches his forehead against yours, and somehow he pressed painfully deeper on you, and retreated, slowly, redoing the path, you moved your hip, in his rhythm, he began to sink into you more firmly, opening you to him, building your orgasm at a painful and electrifying pace. You feel your hips meet with his obscene noises.

You throw your head back sighing with your lips open. Your hands pull his body, your legs hold around him, all so that he is as close as you can manage to.

Your pussy clenches Javier's cock, while he makes his way inside you. As much as this is not the first time you feel his cock sink into you, you are sure you won't get used to how big and thick he is.

"Fuck, babe" he murmurs between your neck "it looks like you were made for me"

And it was real, you moved as if you knew where you needed to be, hands, lips, legs, the heat and weight of Javier's body on top of yours, it was intoxicating, and the more you had, the more you wanted, it was a hunger that did not go away.

You moan, unable to find words, while your room is filled with heat and dizzying noises.

Javier's cock hitting deep inside you, reaching places you didn't know could be reached, making you feel the pressure forming again in your core, ready to cum for the second time for him.

This time you feel Javier more cautious, a gentle caution that borders on affection and need.

It is difficult for him to hold on when he is inside you, the path to his release is so short and satisfying that being inside you becomes a torture so that he does not cum so fast.

He feels you squeeze around him. Javier slides completely out of you, leaving your pussy throbbing with desire.

You're whining.

He turns you on your back and bring your hips up. You open your legs so that it stays around his knees. He is squeezing your ass.

"This is certainly the vision of paradise," he murmurs, as he pushes his head to the mattress, leaving you prancing for him.

And he pushes his cock into you slowly getting used to this new angle.

"Goddammit.." he says with gritted teeth. If it was difficult before, now it was much more.

The position left free access to Javier's cock, and he could get deeper into you. He could perfectly see your pussy swallowing his cock, while grabbing your ass perfectly pulling you against him.

You took a deep breath when you felt it hit your cervix. The noise of both your hips when he pushed so deep into you, that you became one. Your hand slides to your clitoris, touching yourself as he moves his hip with obscene sounds.

You start to move too, chasing your orgasm. Javier gets paralyzed when you start rolling in front of him with his cock inside you.

"Fuck, hermosa, that's..." he releases the air, without words. "I love feeling you like this..." he was panting "you're going to cum, just relax baby, let go"

He moans almost a cry of adoration, when he feels your pussy squeezing his co as you moan his name desperately, cumming on his cock.

"Yeah, cariño, that’s it" Javier's hands go down your spine, while your body suffers from pleasure. And he can't hold back any longer, he pressed himself into you, holding his cock as deep as possible, faltering over your impulses, you feel him swell and pulse inside you, with a primitive and animalistic sound behind you, whispend filled y dripped down your leg.

Your vision has darkened, with so much pleasure, and how his orgasm drains your energy. As soon as you realize that Javier's pulse has calmed down, his legs slide down the bed. Javier slips out of you with a moan.

His hands slip down your leg collecting what leaked from your pussy, his fingers pushing inside you. You moan. Just opening your leg to give access to his fingers.

Next to you, Javier slides two of his fingers back into you, you are oversensitive after two orgasms.

"You want more" he kisses your shoulder.

You shake your head. Unable to do anything else.

"Mhmmm" overwhelmed.

The sensitivity makes it easier, you are smooth with him dripping from you, then Javier inserts his third finger, making you moan an even more pleasurable song to his ears.

"You get one more babe..." he encourages when he feels your needy pussy squeezing around his fingers again “just relax and give me one more Hermosa”

He kisses your back, your shoulders...

So tight, sucking his fingers, that they writhe inside you to get to the point where he knows it makes you see stars. You chase his fingers with your ass up.

"Relax cariño, just relax and come for me, I know you can" he says in your ear.

It doesn't take long for your body to start squeezing in hard spasms, you release the air through your mouth in worship. The third orgasm passing through your body, leaving you seeing white.

"Javi..."

He chases your orgasm, until he stops feeling your body shaking.

Javier lies next to you, he puts his arm under your head. His fingers fixing your hair. You are jelly, Javier needs to pull your body, completely soft with pleasure.

He kisses your forehead.

"Merry Christmas, babe" he speaks softly, while fixing his body pressed to your body.

You didn't know it was possible to achieve this level of pleasure. He was the first to get it out of you. He was the only one who could do it.

Your head on his chest, the smell of Javier clouding your mind, still troubled by orgasms. Your breaths calming down, together. Javier's fingers sliding down your spine.

"What do you want from me, Javi?" You murmur, your lips slipping the warm skin of his body, leaving a kiss on his chest, sighing.

Javi is silent for a while.

"Is it just sex for you?" He asks.

It takes you some time to process. Javi feels like you've been frozen.

"Why are you asking me that?"

He shrugged.

"I want to know how you feel"

What if you said something wrong and he just disappeared?

You two were adults. The truth will always be your choice. If he can't handle it. May he get better.

"I..." hesitates "I don't know, at first yes, but..." you get up, supporting your elbow next to him on the bed, he "is it just sex for you?" You repeat the question to him.

He smiles, releasing the air through his nose. Javier looks at you, and passes a stir of your hair behind your ear, his fingers sliding down your jaw.

"That's what we just did. It's definitely not just sex"

You blink at him. Running your eyes for his peaceful expression after sex. So, here and now, his face was clear, without expression marks, the crease on his forehead, always apparent, disappeared.

Your hand over to hold his face, and caress him with your thumb, your chin rests on his chest.

"What are we going to do?"

Javier's fingers caress his hair.

"I want you" he speaks softly, as if it were a secret.

"Javi..."

You knew he was a man of several women. You've never seen him date anyone. Don't even take anyone seriously. Which way was he trying to go?

"No, cariño, I thought I would never find someone like that, for me, but you've been here all this time. I know I'm an idiot most of the time, but I can't excuses when we just made love as if we were going to merge our bodies into each other."

Make love. The day has comd when you heard Javier Peña say he makes love.

You smile. Without being able to hide it.

"What is it?" He smiles too.

"You're messing with hard drugs" you remember the day he said he didn't love.

He smiles, and pulls you up, so he can be close to your mouth. The fact that you are warmed by a strangely contagious happiness is too much to hide, to contain. You tried to deny yourself, keeping busy as long as you can so as not to think how much you wan all Javier Peña for youself.

And now he was there, delivered like a Greek god to his beloved human, in your bed.

His eyes study you. You press a soft kiss on his lips. While you run your fingers through his hair.

"I would do anything for you, I know I can be good for you," he murmurs on your lips.

"You are a good man, Javi"

"Come here" he opens his arms, offering you his chest for you to lie down "can I stay?" He asks.

"Yes" you settle in his body, intertwining your legs in him.

***

You wake up before Javier. He looked peaceful, sleeping like a baby. He was so big that your bed was too small for him.

You got away of him slowly so as not to wake him up. You always woke up earlier and arrived earlier, he could sleep longer if he wanted to, you didn't want to wake him up.

You took the opportunity to observe him lying on your bed, to keep it in your memory. That was one of the best nights of your life. You already slept together, but now it was another scenario. You bit your thumb between your teeth, remembering how he spoke to you yesterday, each word a blow to your heart surrendered to Javier.

You hear a noise on the floor, and startles in a fright. Running your eyes on the floor, looking for the sound, as fast as you can.

Coming from the clothes you discarded the night before, you move the floor, quickly in the hope of not waking up Javier.

It was his cell phone ringing.

"Peña" you say, still crouching on the floor, without worrying what they would think with you answering his phone at the first hour of the day.

"It's Don Berna"

You freeze, your legs softened. Your stomach fell.

Don Berna. You heard that name. You met this man. He was responsible for your kidnapping.

"I need to discuss business with Peña, is he there?"

You're still on the floor. The heart racing.

Javier sat on the bed looking at you, sleepy. He gestures asking who it was.

Watch your hand falling slowly holding the phone.

Javier noticed your expression as if you had seen a ghost, pale, you are crouched on the floor. Your mouth slightly open.

He frowned. And he gets up, reaching for his pants on the floor putting them on, as he walks to you.

He reaches for the phone in your hand.

"Peña"

"It's me, Berna, I need to talk to you"

Javier hangs up immediately. He presses his lips in a thin he. Now he understands the reason for your shock. He kneels down to reach you, putting his hand on your shoulder.

"Don't touch me" you push his hand.

It was as if Javier's touch burned your skin. His eyes were snapped.

Did you know that Javier was involved with Los Pepes, some cartel, some drug trafficker enemy of Pablo, could turn a blind eye to it, because although they are an unscrupulous group, and knowing that this could trigger a disaster, they were after Pablo Escobar.

But Javier and Don Berna? No. Not him. This man kidnapped you. He left you 9 days in the hands of disgusting creatures. Taking you to extremes of fatigue. Fears. Traumas. There was no way you could get over it. The simple memory of what you went through, awakened what was worst in you. You feel betrayed.

They tried to rape you and Javier was meeting the man who threw you in the lion's den?

Your hands cover your body, as if Javier wasn't in you the night before. You reach for your nightgown on the floor.

"Cariño, I can explain"

"Don't call me that."

You couldn't breathe. Just dress as fast as you can and run to the other side of the bed.

Javi gets up as soon as he sees you basically running from him.

He tries to reach you.

You back off. Your arms wrapped around your body.

"Are you afraid of me?"

"Shouldn't I? Are you doing business with the man who kidnapped me, what do you want me to do?"

"No..." Javier shakes his head, keeps the tone low, patient.

"Did you participate in this? Did you have any involvement with my kidnapping? Did you offer me in exchange for information?"

Javier froze with your assumptions.

"What?" He frowned "no! Of course not, I never..."

"So what is it? Do you know where he is and are you going to arrest him?" You're a little hysterical.

"Listen to me"

"No" you're in denial "I can't believe you... how could I be so stupid? You used me..." you were sobbing, and you're not sure when it started.

"What? Babe, please…" Javi was surprised "No... I don't..." Javier advanced towards you, but you retreated until you were leaning against the wall.

"Stay away from me"

"Babe..." he seemed to feel some pain.

"Is that what I was for you? A fucking currency of exchange for information. That's why you didn't give me access to the files... everything makes sense!" You had your hands on your head while squeezing your body, as if you wanted to get rid of your skin. "How can you?" You stared at Javier, continuing with your daydream.

He was perplexed. He didn't know if he was sad that you found out like this. Or because you make these assumptions of him. He would never use you.

"Get out" you point to the door.

"No. You need to listen to me" he walks up to you, stretches his hands in front of his desperate body "please believe me or not, I would never negotiate you for information, never..."

"So you're going to arrest him? Are you going to turn him in?" Tears flowed down your face.

Javier feels desperate.

"Babe, IIt's not like that, you know, I can't..." he murmurs.

You smile ironically, looking at the ceiling. Sticking your nails to your arms.

You walk to the pile of clothes on the floor, reach for his shirt on the floor, and throw it to him.

"I’m not your babe. Get. Out."

"No, we can't stay like this, I would never do something like this to you, please, you need to believe me..."

"I trusted you" you were inconsolable sobbing "I trusted you and you used me..." you couldn't finish

Javier shook and advances holding you in his hug, you try to let go but you can't.

"Please babe, I'll never..."

You push his chest hard.

"Don't touch me!" You screamed. Wiping your tears with the back of your hand, your breath, trying to get back together "How could I be with you when you're working and cofor ng up for the man who kidnapped me?"

Javier looks away.

"Is that how you want to be good to me? Getting involved with the man who locked me in a room, leaving me there to be raped by the son’s of the cartel bosses?"

Javier shook his head. Prosecuting. You were right. He put on his shirt. His body was sore, tense. He felt an eagerness to do something but there was nothing he could say or do to fix it. He walks reluctantly to the door.

"Sorry," he says, and leaves his room. Martyring yourself.

You feel tears of anger and pain running down your face.

Stupid!

With Javier it was like that. You went from 0 to 100 in seconds. From love to hate.

***

You meet a man when you mess with his family. And Pablo Escobar was capable of hatred, revenge and terror.

How could he not directly attack the Cali Cartel, after attacking his family. He attacked the legitimate business of the Cartel. Gilberto Rodrigues was smart, and used a network of pharmacies to launder the money from the traffic. Escoba the buildings sending whoever was nearby into the air. There were dozens of explosions around the city.

People were terrified. He was sending a direct message to the government. If we continued to ignore the actions of Los Pepes. We would suffer the consequences.

Terror attracts terror. And Los Pepes responded accordingly.

What was the purpose of all that? It was hell on earth.

Javier pulled the chair to sit at the usual table that Don Berna used, in the same cafeteria they were in.

"I won't collaborate with you anymore," he murmured.

"Didn't you like something we did?"

"From the killing of innocent civilians, to begin with"

"I don't decide whether they are innocent or guilty, that's for the priests, right?"

Javier leans over the table.

"The Castaños are getting more and more crazy. That wasn't the plan"

"But it's working"

"Not if I stop giving you information"

"Your girlfriend doesn't want to help us anymore, is that it?"

Javier hit the table.

"She has nothing to do with it, she never participated in anything"

"I can talk to her if that's the case"

Javier got up, pointing the indicator to Don Berna.

"Don't go near her! Stay away from her. Can you hear me?"

"All right Peña, let's do the following..."

Javier knew you were right from the beginning. But seeing his co-workers being punished, and dying because of Pablo Escobar, and nothing happened, left him blind for revenge.

He wanted Pablo to pay. That justice be done by him, or by whoever was willing to fight against drug trafficking. And unfortunately it happened to be just the man who kidnapped you.

Javier went there with his mind made up. It had to end. He couldn't risk losing you, now that he had finally found you. Now that he knew you could only be his. There would be no room for anything else if it weren't for you.

But Don Berna was quick.

"I don't agree with the Castaño methods, but Pablo's men are hidden like rats. They're scared. Including Pablo's lawyer, my men attacked him with an automatic machine gun, and these kids didn't hit any shots, can you believe it? I need you to help me find him, so Pablo doesn't have a spokesperson. And we're done with that, you help me and I guarantee your girlfriend will be safe."

It would be the last thing he would do. And then he'd be out.

Javier asked Edward through Central Spike to track down Fernando Duque, Pablo's lawyer.

Edward requested the requirements, but Javier passed over you, the authorizations of Messina and the Ambassador.

Pablo's family tried to leave the country. The government couldn't stop them from leaving. But Pablo had a bad past with the airline. When he blew up a plane in the air in the past. And the company made sure everyone knew that the family was trying to take off.

You had to go to Bogotá urgently. A meeting was called with the president of Colombia, ambassador Crosby and Messina.

The president reported that Escobar bought 8 tickets to different places in the world on behalf of the family.

"We need to keep them in Colombia," Crosby said.

Legally there was no way to prevent them from leaving the country. But with the right support, they would not be accepted in other countries.

Your job was to contact all eight possible destinations of the family, and negotiate requesting support so that the family would not disembark. With the family in Colombia, Escobar would have to be cautious, and this was an asset that you could not lose.

You called the DEA agents, and prayed that Javier wouldn't answer.

With all this turmoil, you didn't have time to think much about things with Javier. And you were deeply grateful for the massive amount of work occupying you to be disturbed by the affective memories of the last night they had together.

The worst thing was that Javier's smell was still on your bed, on your pillows, on your sheets. It was difficult when you were so submerged in the deep sea that it was Javier Peña, and everything he caused in your body. At the same time, he was the person who supported and incited by giving the information to a group of vigilante assassins, in partnership with a cartel that kidnapped you and made you wish death, to continue living in the conditions in which you stayed for days.

Murphy answered the phone.

Thank God.

"I need you to get your passport and go to the airport. Escobar's family will try to leave the country, and I need you to follow them, wherever they go."

"Yes, when?"

"Now."

Javier was worried about studying the tension of his partner's body. He knew you were in Bogotá, it was already a nuisance not to have you where his eyes reached, and seeing the way Murphy looked, anxiety took over his body.

"And, Murphy?"

"Yes?"

"Don't tell anyone. Anyone. Did you hear me? Nobody. Do you understand?"

Yes. Murphy understood. He couldn't even talk to his own partner. Since he was an informant. And it wasn't more reliable.

"Who was it?" Javier asked.

Murphy said your name, as he reached for the coat to go out, and picked up his passport in the drawer.

"Where are you going?"

" Out" Murphy was already going up the stairs.

"With your passport?"

"Yes"

"Are you just going to say that?"

"Yes"

And he disappeared.

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