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Poison Pill â GK S1E10
#Misha Collins#Harvey Dent#two face#Gotham Knights#renew gotham knights#poison pill#gk s1e10#Zaddy Dent#hot bad boy#Zaddydent#mishaedits#moi 3dits
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Okay so like stick with me but young Derek, alive hale fam au.
So like the Hale family finds out that Derek has a crush on Sheriff Stilinskiâs delinquent son, and has mixed reactions. Talia is torn between amusement, worry and wanting to dislike stiles. Papa hale is very protective but thinks it funny that him and his son have the same tastes.
Peter is ecstatic, Stiles once beat him in chess when running from the cops. (stiles was running and sat down in the park around people for cover, turns out he interrupted a chess tournament. Peter challenged him to a game if stiles lost, Peter would turn him over to the police. If he won, stiles could use him as an alibi)ïżŒ
The rest of his siblings donât really have an opinion other than using Derekâs crush to make fun of him EXPECT for Laura. Laura is in a one sided rivalry with stiles.
As the sheriff right hand deputy she was tasked with keeping an eye out for stiles and she constantly loses him. Which shouldnât be possible because sheâs a werewolf. She can never connect him to a crime heâs committed and can never prove anything. Canât go to a judge a say âoh he left a scent trail which I followed because Iâm a werewolf.â
Derek brings him home to dinner after they start dating. Unfortunately, the day that Derek brings him over, is also the day that Laura had to run around town taking reports of his crimes. She is fuming. Stiles looks her dead in her twitching eye and asked her how her day went.
The only crime she can connect him to is when he commit aggravated assault against a few of Derekâs teammates went to far with hazing. (Derek refused to fight back as not to hurt them) she lets him off.
#sterek#stiles stilinski#derek hale#young derek hale#alive hale pack#derek x stiles#Laura is a conspiracy theorist about stiles crimes#the sheriff had originally put her onto watching stiles when she first joined the force as a fun hazing#he did not expect her to get so stressed or stubborn about it#Laura hale#because like realistically a werewolf pack that is held in high regard and is trying to hide their secret would not like a delinquent#talia hale#peter hale#mamas boy derek hale#and delinquent bad boy stiles stiles Stilinski#as god intended#stiles is also a mamas boy but his mom was the one who taught him how to hot wire a car#so do with that what you will
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cw: nsfw/nsft
ken sato, the baseball star that everyone adores! well...almost everyone.
he always shows himself tall and confident, arrogant for most people. he makes thousands of people swoon with a single wink or one of those filtry smiles with his pearly teeth.
that makes you wonder, how many of his fans would percieve him if they ever saw their biggest idol in this way.
on his knees, half naked and looking up at you like you're the one hanging the stars in the sky. there was, ken sato. you smile back at him and reach one of your hands to cup the side of his face. ken leans on it, shutting his eyes peacfully as he melts into your touch.
his big hands are caressing your bare legs with the most care. like you were a goddess to worship. when your hand moves to his hair, he leans his head on your lap, pressing his cold cheek -the one you didn't touch- on your warm skin.
"are you tired, kenji?" you ask, your hand traveling once again, now to the broad of his exposed back, and making circular motions around his skin, listening to the way his breath got steady.
"i'm never tired for you, baby" he answers in the sweetest tone, contrasting his husky voice that he uses to talk in interviews. he props his chin on your thigh to look up at you with those pretty puppy eyes and his cute smile.
your heart swells with love for him. dragging your thumbs through his cheekbones, both of you get lost in each others eyes for a little, before you whisper. "come here" and he obeys. standing from the floor, he takes a seat besides you on the expensive couch, and smiles into your lips as you drag him in for a kiss.
the kiss gets more heated with every second, and your hands started to caress his body until they're found inside ken's trousers.
it didn't take long before the room was filled with his moans as you stroke him fast and steady. he keeps on holding you, kissing you desperately as you were going to disappear. "please baby" he whimpered against your lips, slightly thrusting his hips into your closed fist.
"wanna cum, kenji?" you ask, nonetheless, smiling when he desperately nods. "do it baby. make a mess for me" he moans before kissing you again, finally allowing himself to release thick ropes of cum that end un shooting on his bare chest.
while he regulated his breathing, you placed kisses along his chest, giving sweet caresses to his waist with your thumb. he speaks. "can we make love?" he asks with those begging eyes.
"but-"
âI don't have any training stuff or games tomorrowâ he replied before you even asked, and then flashed one of his charming smiles. "please?" he insists and you sigh.
like all his fans, you can't help but fall for his charms. but unlike them, only you can see the great ken sato cry from pleasure.
pretending like i didn't cry like a baby...
#ultraman: rising#ultraman rising#ken sato#ultraman ken sato#sub!ultraman rising#dom!reader#sub!character#dom reader#sub character#sub!ken sato#sub ken sato#ficlet#the movie was beautiful đđđ#he's such a mama's boy#too bad i was too focused on crying to pay attention to how hot he is :(#guess i'll have to watch it again :D
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gosh i miss frat boy bad batch hunter
#that waist is killing me#hip popping frat boi#miss his little unnecessary hot poses#the bad batch#tbb#bad batch#the bad batch clone wars#hunter bad batch
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Insane to me that certain comic book creators who shall not be named dismissed Jonathan Harker as a "milk sop" and a boring character. White-haired avenger with ambiguously vampiric superstrength Jonathan Harker. Most violent and unhinged member of the vampire hunters Jonathan Harker. Ran at Dracula with a kukri knife without skipping a beat and then tried to climb out of a window to pursue him Jonathan Harker. "Like a living flame" Jonathan Harker. Calls his bond with his wife "the holiest love" and determines that if she becomes a vampire, even if Dracula calls her to his side, "she shall not go into that dark night alone" Jonathan Harker. You know. That one.
#dracula#dracula daily#Jonathan Harker is almost tailor-made to be hot to a certain audience demographic#he's traumatized and angry#but not at his wife#never at his wife#he has more reasons than anyone to hate/fear vampires#but if it's his wife#he trusts her implicitly#he has more reasons than anyone else to hate Dracula in particular#but if that's where his wife is going#you bet he's going to follow her#he is so extremely devoted to her#it's the exact contrast you see in so many bad boy romances#between traumatized lashing out and gentle tender protective love
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Pecs for days đȘđ»
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you ask yuuta if he wants a bite of your food and when he says yes you offer your plate to him, but heâs just sat there looking at you with his dumb big bambi boy eyes and his mouth slightly open and he will not look away or blink or close his mouth until you lift your fork to his lips to feed him and then he grins like shitâs sweet and hums about how good the food is like nothing happened like heâs not ridiculously attractive. gonna chew on steel
#he consistently does shit like this is like he's not stupidly attractive and its because he does not know. he does not know that he's hot#the yuuta/yuuji divide is that theyâre both bad asl and neither know it but yuuji is Not innocent and yuuta is just naive [at first]#which is me saying yuuji is kind but yuuta is just Nice once again#insane i need to bash his head against a table. and kiss him i guess whatever#also who expects to be fed when you offer them food: toge but he KNOWS he's being annoying and whines if u dont feed him#gojo/yuuji/choso are the opposite#gojo asks if u want some of his food and then won't let u have any unless u let him feed it to you. nd if u want to avoid a scene u have to#he just babies people :((///// he does this to everyone . will cry#yuuji also does it reflexively like hes like 'oh! this is good you should try it!' and before u can even agree he's got his spoon#in your mouth and smiling like đ its good right!đ„°......angel boy#choso...do i need to say it isn't there canonical evidence for this#oh also u offer food to toji and he just kinda tilts his head like oh what ur not gonna feed me? like no. stinky. feed YOURSELF!#yuuta okkotsu.................... when i get my hands on this boy....#đ
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I love Raph and havenât said that enough so to be more specific I love that Raph is a soft boy who loves bear plushies, a gross boy who eats an assortment of things that are definitely better left alone, a smart boy who is more than capable of taking down villains through planning and fortitude alike, a strong boy who is dedicated to training his muscles and fighting prowess, a teenage boy who loves his brothers but is more than happy to tease and roughhouse with them, an angry boy who sometimes lets his anger take a hold of him to cover the fear, a gentle boy who is generous with hugs and affirmations to those he loves, a capable boy who takes on more than should ever be expected of a teenager, a good boy who just wants to be a hero and slowly comes to realize the cost of that duty, a good boy who has no reservations about putting himself in the way of harm coming to his family, a good boy whoâs a great brother and son and person and deserves only the best the world has to offer.
#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt raph#rise raph#heâs so wonderful frfr#my poor boy is traumatized but still so proud of what they accomplished because theyâre HEROES#what started as something fun - Saturday morning cartoon-like heroes vs villains esque - soon becomes his calling#and he loses himself a little along the way#because the world is TERRIFYING now#if they donât do something about the bad things in the world then worse things will come#and Raph CARES too much to let it happen#even at the expense of his own happiness and youth#and he luckily reigns back that fear - knowing his family is there to keep an eye out with him#and he finally lets himself be a kid again#heâs very well rounded and his flaws are so good because (like the others) they are ALSO his strengths#I like how itâs softly implied that bears are his fav animal too bc thatâs cute af#headcanon that he likes them so much because a stuffed bear was the first toy splinter managed to get Raph#but yeah one of my favorite things about tmnt is that the characters are well rounded and rottmnt exemplifies that immensely#with raph being no exception!!#amazing big brother and character#thereâs a REASON in my tmnt main character tierlist heâs S tier!!!!#hot take but in terms of who should be leader I think it should be less whoâs the better leader-#-and more whoâs the better leader FOR THIS SPECIFIC MISSION#bc all four can be great leaders fight me on that#APRIL can as well 100%#doesnât need a designated leader for them to succeed#they just need ~communication~#one of my favorite things tying Raph and Leo together is that they both *hide*#Iâve talked about Leoâs many masks a lot but Raph has one too#and itâs the mask of a hero - the mask of the protector
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classes are killing me so pls take this very self indulgent ship meme ft Diana stealing the show
#superman#drawing meme#clark kent#my art#digital art#fanart#art#doodle#diana of themyscira#wonder woman#lex luthor#clex#clex fanart#Lex luthor fanart#smallville#smallville fanart#Superman fanart#Clark x Diana#Clark x Lex x Diana#or two hot indigenous people and their awful white boy#this whole time Iâve drawn this Iâve tried to think of why Clark is like this and I think Iâve settled on him having a bad reaction to#kryptonian pepper and sneezed himself through a building#justice league
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the way that you can hear grian scream through clenched teeth HELP
#limited life smp#limited life spoilers#grian#solidaritygaming#smallishbeans#bad boys#traffic smp#.post#.vid#kinda uh.. uknow.. maybe. like. kinda hot. yeah#<- who said that#ashy watching: limited life
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Poison Pill â GK S1E10 Â
#Misha Collins#Harvey Dent#Two Face#Gotham Knights#Hot overlord#Zaddy Dent#poison pill#Zaddydent#mishaedits#hot bad boy#moi 3dits
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i miss them just a tad, boys
#sorry sonic and splatoon mutuals#minecraft men#:(((#i literally#i have not been able to draw ANYTHING substantial#this is no different#just trying to do some sketches to get myself yknoe back on the grind#also forgot tumblr existed for a hot minute#what else is new#smallishbeans#solidaritygaming#grian#the bad boys limited life#limited life#life series#eloscoredraws
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i love the completely baseless assumption that first aid has a thing for helicopters, its so good sometimes i forget its not canon
#transformers#maccadam#first aid#springer#vortex#tf blades#whirl#arts#blades gets the tf subsection added cuz when i tried to search the tag i got a pop up with some hotlines on it#im sorry for the genericon lookin blades i was too lazy to find a proper ref TuT#lets see going in order we have:#the hot older guy whos way out of your league#the ââbad boy but secretly a very good boyââ shipmate that you spontaneously mind meld with one day#the actual bad boy who you probably hooked up with once and ghosted you (he was in prison)#and the shipmate who will only let you do his physicals but will also sometimes flip out and attack the other patients
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Bit of a weird question, but what is your overall least favorite thing about MLP? ïżŒ
Sparity.
#magicalgrimm#ask me#thereâs a later season episode (post spike getting wings) that Tulli and I could not finish because it was so awful#where rarityâs feeling lonely without spike whoâs grown up and moved on from his crush on her#so she gets extremely clingy and manipulatey to get this. teenage boy to pay attention and worship her again#and rarity gets visibly jealous of spike spending time with another teenage dragon girl#itâs extremely extremely creepy. by FAR rarityâs absolute worst rock bottom moment#actual textbook groomer behavior#and even worse the episode kinda shits on rarijack where rarity tried to replace spike with applejack in helping her#but aj fails and fucks things up and isnât right for the job. so the episode implies spike is a better match with rarity than applejack#itâs just all sorts of wrong eugh.#sparity just sucks so bad I canât believe a good chunk of bronies still ship them or consider them a viable ship#Iâm fine with spike having a kid crush on rarity it happens with kids#but the more the writers just kept teasing and toying and baiting it. overstayed its welcome#especially because they have no chemistry. spike doesnât have a reason for liking rarity other than âhot woman in her mid-20sâ
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âWho the hell is Bucky?â
#bucky fanart#bucky#bucky barnes#fan art#Sebastian Stan#sebstan#marvel fan art#mcu fan art#the winter soldier#winter soldier#james buchanan barnes#sketches#comic fan art#hail hydra#captain america fan art#we love Bucky#fan illustration#if evil why hot#bad boys#death walk#super soldier#Sebastian Stan fan#my current obsession#thunderbolts
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Tiny Little Good Things-
A. Aretas
PAIRING: ARMANDO X READER
synopsis: You and Armando get sent on a mission to stop a vicious drugs and arms dealer. Chaos ensues and you two find out why the lines between love and hate are constantly blurring for you both.
theme(s): eventual smut (+18), gore and blood, cursing, graphic imagery, angst, enemies to lovers, Armando is a dick and really hot when he speaks Spanish.
warnings: there is smut in this fic as well as many bloody scenes, if you canât handle either, I wouldnât read on!
authors note: hi, yes I know this fic is long as shit, but I felt it was necessary for what unfolds. There is more than 12k words here, so sorry to all my short attention span people. â€ïžlove you, k bye!
word count: 12.5k
âRamos Malik, age thirty-seven and Miamiâs biggest up and coming arms and drug dealer.â Kelly says, fingers gracing her iPad as she swivels through pictures, displaying them on the plasma screen ahead.
âHeâs a big fucking problem. 3D printing' slugs that are hitting the streets faster than crack in the seventies.â Mike Lowery, head of AMMO, interjects. âShells the size of a thumbs, sharper than lions teeth, are being pulled out of rival gang members, bystanders, and law enforcement all around the city.â
You turn in your chair, pushing away from your computer screen. âSo, how do we stop him?â
Dorn rounds the steel table, a slab of guns, gear, and tech, gently taking the iPad from Kellyâs hand, and you donât miss the way she blushes. Itâs cute, those two. Kelly and you had grown close ever since you joined AMMO as their new technical analyst months ago. Dorn gave up the position, wanting to be present in the fieldâmostly to have Kellyâs sixâhe and his therapist had been making great progress and he felt it was time to be more than the brawny guy in the chair.
So that lead to you taking over and eventually many girls nights full of red wine, cheese, and pillow talking. A slip of a wine-jaded tongue later and you were the first on the team to know of their love affair. Sometimes you desired to have that of your own, but life and fate, as Marcus would say, hadnât given that to you yet.
âGood question, followed by an even better answer.â Dorn sails and the screen changes and a new scene plays. âThis is Moxy, a new club on the strip. Itâs where Ramos Malik and his crew hang out. Rumor has it heâll be there tonight, and we're going to bind him with a sting.â
Intrigued you stand. âYou need me to make inconspicuous body cams, donât you?â You gasp and breath deeply, a smile spreading on your face. âGod I love it when you guys want me to make inconspicuous body cams.â
Dorn coughs and Kelly looks off to the side, biting at her nails. Mike walks over slowly, slapping a hand onto both your shoulders.
âNow, we know how much our sweet little, non-violent, girl here loves to just stay in her lane and chill here while we get into all the bloody action.â Mike massages your shoulders, displaying you off to the group like a fresh piece of wagyu. You scan the crew's facesâmischief, panic, fearâbut the one that snipes you the most is the one of Armando Aretas. He sits perched on a table on the far side of the room, combat boot clad feet planted on a chair as his brown eyes pierce into you, sending tiny, invisible sparks flocking on your skin. You suck in a sharp breath and look away. He always stared, so why did it bother you now?
When your ears finally stop buzzing, you dial back into Mike's speech. âBut this time, itâll be different. Youâll be out in the field.â
As if you were just tased, you jut away from his grip. âWhat?â
âRamos can sniff cops a mile away. Itâs what makes him so good at what he does.â Marcus cuts in. âHe knows our faces, too. The only face he doesnât know, is yours.â
You take another step back, heart racing, completely stupefied. âSo you want me to go and trick that bastardâŠby myself?!â
âNo! Never!â Mike says. âArmando will be with you.â
A clatter echos through the room, all eyes snapping to where Armando was sitting, the little black stool wobbling on the floor. âThe fuck I will!â He growls.
Your eyes narrow and you jut your chin up. What the hell was he so mad for?
âOkay, son, calm down. Itâs a simple sting operation. If youâre careful, itâs an in-and- out kind of thing.â
Armando circles close, and out of habit you cower behind the wall of Mike and Dorn. You may have a high IQ but youâre no match physically for anyone on this team, especially not Armando. Youâve seen what he can do countless times. He was the silent beast, he always just stared and hardly spoke. No matter how much you tried to warm up to him, make him feel accepted, you two just never clicked.
You thought it might just be his past, how he was manipulated by his father and lied to by his mother, that made him so closed off, but with the way fury rumbles off of him so strong right now, pushing you deeper into Dorn and Mike, it makes you think thereâs more unspoken. And if so, what?
Caged between Mike and Dorn Armando finds your eyes again, scolding your cheeks hot with his glare. It was as if he needed you to not only hear his words but feel them too. âIâm not going on any mission with the princesa. All she does is type and sit in that fucking chair all day. Itâll be suicide.â
Mike takes his son's shoulder, massaging them similar to how heâd done your own. âSheâs the only choice right now, okay? Sheâs just the arm candy to fill out the picture weâre setting for Malik, alright?â
For some reason his wordsâ âjust the arm candy?âand âthe only choice right now,â âsting. You may not be skilled in the field or in combat, but you were vital to this team and you spent months trying to prove your strengths otherwise. When you first joined the team, everyone insisted on making you their baby bird, some wounded thing they needed to protect in a gilded cage. You were the new young and stary-eyed cop, and they are all jaded-old bags who need someone to shelter. It happened authentically and you still couldnât shake the box they put you in. You arenât helpless, you are capable and strong and maybe this is what you need, an opportunity outside to finally prove yourself.
âIf he doesnât want to do it, Iâm sure there is someone else in the field we can find.â A surge of confidence flushes through you as you push past the Mike-Dorn barricade, chin help up high with defiance as you brush past Armando. âWhatever the case, Iâll do it. I can do it. Iâm capable Mike, so letâs see my cover.â
A smirk peels on Kellyâs face as she passes you your file. âOkay, Ms. Bad-ass. Iâm loving this energy.â
Armando scoffs, planting himself next to you, his broad shoulders brush up against your frail ones. The slight gesture sends a hear through you. Quickly you scoot away, no need to sweat through a perfectly good cardigan over mean-ass Armando Aretas.
You flip through your file. Youâll be playing Jenna Combs. A twenty-six year old dancer and model who is the new girlfriend ofâ
âYou hijos de putaâs got me playing myself?â Armando argues. âWhat kind of shit disguise is that?â
Dorn shrugs. âItâs not. Thatâs the point. The Aretas name is still feared and no one knows youâre in with the cops. Itâs a pretty believable story, you need new armory and he can supply it.â
âLast anyone in this circles heard, you was killing cops and slinging a new dope empire. Just get emâ to confess to making this bullets and where he does it, so we can get emâ off the streets for good.â Marcus chimes in with a smile.
Armandoâs grumbles a few curses under his breath before his attention turns and latches onto you. Suddenly you feel hot again, like a solar flares are swallowing you whole. Armandoâs eyes rack over your form, slow and tentative.
His gaze latches onto your lips before he says, âAnd sheâs supposed to be my date? Suicide mission.â
âFor who? You or me? Because the way I see it, with your attitude youâll be made in minutes.â
The gap between you and Armando closes in an instant. Your faces mere inches from each other. His cool breath trickles down the crest of your neck and frosts the tips of your ears when he whispers, âCareful when you speak to me, Princesa. Youâll be alone out there with me, and anything could happen to you.â
Was heâŠthreatening you?
Your balls must have really dropped in the matter of minutes, because instead of keeping quiet and apologizing, like you normally would if you managed to anger Armando, you bite back.
âStop calling me that.â You grit your teeth.
âÂżPor quĂ©, eh?â Armando whispers, pulling back from you and taking a seat on a nearby stool. His eyes are drunk with a flavor you canât distinguish. âOnly princesas get to sit up in their castle all day, shielded, while everyone else goes out and does all the heavy lifting.â
âI never asked to be shielded!â You stamp your foot, moving in on him with a swiftness. Armando invites your challenge with grace, folding his muscular arms slowly over his wide chest, watching you stalk nearer.
You donât know how, but you find yourself in between him, his legs two thick gates around you. Where it should bother you, in the moment it doesnât because Itâs your turn to invade his space. In this moment, the great Armando Aretas doesnât scare you.
You poke at his chest with each syllable. âRather you like it or not, Aretas, this princesa is going on this sting with or without you, and I donât give a shit what you think, not anymore. Cool?â
A small smirk pulls on his face as he peels your finger off his chest, the digit so small in his his hand, his movements making you keenly aware of your closeness.
âCool.â He stands, boxing you in with his large build before brushing past you and walking out of the compound.
You watch as the last bits of daylight leave with him as the door slams closed. This confidence was like adrenal coursing through you and suddenly you felt tired and zapped, being strong is exhausting. You take a seat, pulling at a loose curl atop your head, thoughts burrowing into your mind like a splinter.
To this day, you couldnât understand the hatred he had for you. In the begging, when Mike had negotiated a deal with the D.Aâs office and the department to allow Armando to work for AMMO, not wanting his raw talents to go to waste, no one trusted him. But still, you gave him a chance, because you knew how it felt to be the underdog and you didnât want the same for him. Still, in his own fashion, he warmed up to the othersâŠbut never to you. But maybe he was right, everyone else here has put so much of themselves of the line, risked it all for the greater good, and what have you done? Nothing. You havenât saved anyone or changed a life. Youâve sat and watched from the comforts of the compound. Their eyes and ears, thatâs all.
You push to standing and gather your file. You may not be the strongest, or fastest on the team, but you had strengths and youâd make use of them tonight for once, no matter what.
Suddenly snickers and chuckle fill the room, bouncing off the walls of your mind and bringing you back to the room glazed with the smell of oil and pinesol.
Marcus breaks through the laughter. âNext time you two want to engage in some foreplay, ask for the room first.â
Your skin nearly peels off at his words. You could burn alive right now.
You and Armando?
âNever would that ever happen.â You shiver at the thought of being with any man, let alone him.
Armando is a mean man. A mean man you suddenly have to trust you life with.
But if thatâs the case. Why does your heart not fall to your feet at the thought?
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âYouâve memorized your role, right?â Kelly asks, tightening the final fixings of your dress.
âYes,â you nod. âIâm Armandoâs new girlfriend, Jenna. I donât speak, I just sit quietly and listen. I shadow him, basically. Anything he does, I do.â
âGood girl.â Kelly winks. âOne last thing.â She digs into her pockets before brandishing a small knife. âHere, just in case things go south.â
Your eyes widen and you nearly flinch. âI thought you and Mike said this was an easy in-and-out kind of deal.â
Kelly sighs. âNothing like this is ever easy. All things have the potential to go south.â She grabs your face in her hands. âI just want my girl safe, thatâs all.â
Reluctantly, you accept the knife, shoving it into your purse. âWhat about Armando? Isnât he supposed to protect meâI mean Jenna?â
âAnd he will,â Kelly assures. âBut you can never be too sure.â
You nod. âRight, whose to say he wonât abandon me if shit oops off,â your snicker is laced with fear.
Kelly walks you out of the compound and toward the front where youâll be meeting the rest of the team. âHe wonât. Trust me.â
âHe did allude to it early, Kels.â
Kelly rolls her eyes, stopping you and giving your curls one last fluff. âAretas is all talk when it comes to you, donât take him for a grain of salt.â
You frown. âWhatâs that supposed to be mean.â
Kelly smirks. âSee for yourself.â
She steps out of the way and in the shinning exterior of Mikes Ferrari, you see yourself.
Do you look like a slut, yes, but nonetheless gorgeous.
Your curls are loose and defined, a cascade of shea butter and hibiscus around you. Your makeup is layered, yet light, elevating your high cheekbones, wide lips, and honey-brown eyes. And your plum colored dress pops against your warm-brown skin, somehow making even your thin body look full and figured.
You look fucking hot.
And for the first time in forever, you feel fucking hot.
Apparently youâre not the only one who thinks so as a whistle breaks loose in the yard.
âGoddamn girl!â Mike claps. âIf I wasnât some old dog, Iâd ask you on a date myself.â
âIâll keep my comments to myself,â Marcus smiles. âYou know Theresa be listening.â He looks over his shoulders, head on a swivel.
âDorn donât say a word.â Kelly scolds her boyfriend, Dorn holds his hands up in defense.
âStaying silent.â He whimpers.
Your cheeks flush. âStop, you guys.â You giggle. âThis was all Kelly, besides you know I look better in a cardigan and jeans.â
âI agree.â A voice emerges from the darkness. A wide berth breaks before you as Armando strolls over.
Your throat goes dry and suddenly your head is dizzy with a feeling hard to explain, as you take him in.
Heâs fresh with a new hair cut, faded low on the sides and thick, raven black up top. His beard is full and more manicured, enunciating the sharp cuts of his jaw.
Heâs graced in a suit, black-on-black. The undershirt unbuttoned exposing much of his chiseled chest and the gold, cross necklace that dangles there. His suit jacket fits perfectly over the swells of his biceps and his pants expose every aching muscle in his thigh.
Like gravity, itâs hard to pull your eyes away from him. But somehow you become the void of space and manage to.
You canât say the same for him though, because despite his insults that same burning, tingling sensation finds its way tip-toeing down your back and to the swell of your ass. One quick spin and you catch Armandoâs eyes lifting from your backside to face you.
âI thought I looked better in a cardigan?â You say, breathing heavy.
Was he just? NoâŠ
Armando swings open the passenger door for you. âGet in.â He grumbles.
Not wanting to test his patience, you oblige, taking a step into the Farrier.
Armando closes the door behind you before climbing into the passenger side.
At the window, Mike approaches.
âGet in ask Ramos about the bullets, say you heard about them from word of mouth and youâre interested in them. Youâll pay top dollar. Once he confirms he can give them to you, weâll move in. Got it?â Mike explains to Armando before turning his attention to you. âAnd for you, just be silent, pretty, and say nothing, okay?â
âWonât be hard for her.â Armando grumbles as he starts the car.
You roll your eyes, ignoring his comment. âYou guys will tail us, right.â
Dorn nods. âYou should be fine though, youâve got Armando.â
Armando reeves the engine, slowly idling off and away from your friends. And for some reason, when you whip off, you canât help but wonder if he was right. This was a suicide mission, just not for him.
Fuck.
###
The drive is silent and smooth. You really could see why Mike insisted on such expensive cars, they rode well.
Your heel-clad feet tap against the bottom of the car, humming a tune in your head, making you realize just how much this ride needed some music.
Slowly, you turn to face Armando. His eyes are focused on the long road ahead, his jaw is clenched and he doesnât seems to be paying you the slightest bit of attention.
As smooth as you can be you carefully lift your hand up and turn on the radio. Soon enough Ariana Grandes, The Boy is Mine, blasts from the radio.
You squeal and find a small groove with your fingers against your purse, humming the lyrics and bopping your head to the beat. The song is just reaching its second run through the chorus when the radio goes dead.
You turn, seeing Armandoâs hand leaking from the controls. Annoyed, you give him a look before turning the radio back on, louder this time.
Armandoâs jaw clenches tighter, like he might actually collapse through it with his bite force. He slams the radio offâŠagain.
This time you donât bite your tongue.
âWould you stop doing that!â You shout.
âNo.â
âWhy not? I was listening to that.â
âI donât care. I need to focus.â Armando grumbles.
âFocus on what?â
âI donât know, Princesa, making sure we both come out of this alive, because I damn sure canât count on you to do that.â
His words bite, but if he wants to play a snake you have venom for him. âWhy donât you like me, huh? What have I ever done to you?â You hide.
Armando stays silent, his knuckles whitening as his grip strengthens on the steering wheel.
You snap at him. âIâm not talking to myself, Armando. Why do you hate me, huh?!â
âCĂĄllte!â He shouts
You don't know much Spanish, but youâve heard him say it enough to know itâs time to walk away from the conversation.
So you do, resting your head against the window seal, counting the number of streetlights you see flash and shimmer as you zoom by.
When you were younger your mother couldnât afford fancy candles so she used a flashlight instead. You imagine the streetlights as just that, wishing that one day youâd know what you did to anger Armando so much.
Not soon enough, the car comes to a halt. The only sounds filling the cabin are those of Armando undoing his seatbelt.
Annoyed, you donât even look at him as he speaks. All heâs done is tear you down in the past few hours, youâre done giving him the energy you need to conserve.
âWhen we go inside, donât say a word. I donât care how many questions he throws your way, you donât say shit. Am I clear?â
Slowly, you turn towards him. Your mouth is scrunched and your eyes filled with no sympathy for the devil in front of you.
âCrystal.â You whisper, venom leaking off your tongue as you speak.
Armandoâs chest rises and falls as he takes in your anger. He squeezes Mikes keys between his hands, and you you really do your best to ignore the heat that unfurls inside of you when he bites his plump lip between his teeth and runs a hand over his dark, full beard.
You adjust in your seat, because despite his constant cold front, It looks as if he has something to say. You wait in contemplating silence, the only sounds in the cabin being your breathing and Armandoâs hesitant taps on the keys.
Part of you just wants to go in a get this over with and never speak to him again, but another part is desperate for him to say something meaningful to you. Something like the things you say to him before a mission.
âDonât die.â
âCome back in one piece.â
âBe careful.â
âWe should all have pizza when you come back.â
You knew how scary things could get on missions and you just wanted your team to know you were there, to take away even a slither of the darkness clouding them in that moment. And for your first time, you thought Armando might do the sameâsay something meaningfulâbut he doesnât.
In a flash heâs out of the car, handing the keys over to valet, threatening them about what will happen if any scratches and dents are found.
You take in a deep breath and look down at the camera, disguised as a gold necklace resting above the cut of your breast.
âYou guys getting all this?â You whisper, stepping out of the car.
âDo you mean Moxy, or your fight with Hotmando?â Dorn says over the earpiece.
You come to a halt. âShit, Iâm sorry guys. Iâll keep it professional, okay. From here on out, I wonât let him get to meâŠthatâs not whatâs important.â
âGood, get in and come back to us. I need my girl and our wine down Sundays.â Kelly says.
You smile, making your way over to wear Armando stands at the mouth of the nightclub, hoping he heard your words.
The sour look on his face as you walk through the door he holds open for youâsure to flip my hair as you do, giving him a nice taste of your leave in conditionerâtells you he certainly did, and perhaps he didnât like what you had to say, but nonethelessâŠ
He wont bother you anymore. Not tonight, at least.
Inside Moxy tore hit with a wave of a scent that nearly makes you gagâweed, sweat, and criminal activity. The club its self is large in scale, high ceilings with rope dancers stringing off the tops and flashing red and blue lights melting to make a purple haze over the club. Smoke and bubble guns are in constant effect and youâre pretty sure you can feel the bass of Wiz Khalifaâs Black and Yellow in your thoracic cavity.
From what you can see there are three floors, the first and second appear to be where the actual clubbing takes place. You watch the sweaty bodies corralled into dance floors, babbling nonsense either too drunk or too high for their own good.
But above, on the third, it is caged in and covered by glass. Yellow lights, different from the multi-colored ones below, remain at a halt and big , burly men with guns at their hips wander the halls. No doubt looking to take out any threat that comes for their bossâRamos Malik.
âThe glass. Itâs bullet proof.â Armando says, eyeing the scene above, just as you do.
You would praise him for the impressive catch. But youâre Jenna now, and Jenna doesnât speak.
âAny sign of Malik?â Mike asks.
âNot yet,â Armando places a hand on the small of your back, making you flinch. âBut weâre about to find out.â
Never moving his hands from your waist, Armando guides the two of you through the sweaty pillage of bodies and towards the elevators.
The ride up is quick, quiet. Thatâs not shocking. But what is shocking, as soon as the elevator comes to a screeching halt, Armando grabs your hand in his, completely engulfing your own with his size.
The burning sensation wraps up your wrist and shoots straight to your cheeks where you flush.
âWhat are you doing?â You gasps, trying to pull away. You did not sign up for this kind of role play.
Armando turns to look at you. âIf youâre my girlfriend, weâve got to play the part. Other than that you just look like someone who I brought out on a hit with me.â He squeezes your hand.
You suck in a deep breath at the motion, looking away.
âWhatâs wrong, princesa? This too much for you?â For a second, you thought he meant the fact that he was holding your hand, and in that case he wouldnât be wrong, but soon enough the doors open and you shortly realize what he means.
The two burly men from early, dapper in black and white suits, wait outside the elevator, fingers in the triggers of their guns.
âAretas.â They nod, tuning your attention to you. âWhose this?â
âMy girl, Jenna.â Armando says, gruffly.
One of the men nods, motioning you forward. You swallow, backing up a bit, hesitant on what to do.
Armando nudges you forward. âEsta bien bebe.â
You nod and walk towards them. They grab you up, calloused hands running up and down your body, and your pretty sure they linger to long on your untouchables on purpose.
Sweat begins to pile in your hands as a thought burst into your mind. What would happen if they found the knife Kelly gave you? Sheâd shoved it in a pretty good spot, but still, these guys were being thoroughïżŒâŠand not in a good way.
You make eye contact with Armando as one of the guards continues to fill you up with what feels like excessive force.
In a blur, Armando pushes off the wall with his foot, slapping a hand on the guards shoulder.
âSheâs clear, eh?â
The guard nods.
Armando grips his collar and pulls him in close. âThe why the fuck are you still touching her, hm?â
The guard swallows, fear evident in his eyes.
âJust covering the bases, thatâs all, sir.â He whimpers.
âCover the bases again like that with my girl, and Iâll cut your fucking hand off and feed it to your other fat fuck of a friend.â Armando notions to the guard behind.
The guard nods and swallows, caressing his hand.
âThe boss is this way,â he guides us with a motion.
Armando grips your hand once more, leading your down the long hallway.
âYou okay?â He asks, holding his gaze forward.
You look up at him, even in heels he still manages to be taller than you. âDonât pretend to care.â You scoff.
That makes him halt, conjoined with him you have no choice but to face each other. His mouth opens and closes like a fish, yet no words come out.
You roll your eyes, looking past his shoulders. Inside the bright room, you can see a shadow of Ramos. âLetâs just get this over with.â You say.
Armandoâs gaze lingers on your longer than youâd like, giving you the shivers despite the fire leaking off him.
Soon enough, he pushes open the door and you follow behind him.
The room is small, club girls linger around either serving drinks or being felt up on. Ramosâs men, stand at each corner of the room searching for the next threat to their boss. Luckily they havenât figured it is you yet.
âArmando Aretas,â Ramos claps his hands, jumping off of the white couch heâs sat on.
He stalks over, cigar between his lips, and you take him in. He is nowhere near as stalky as Armando, and his curly blonde hair is put up into a bun, exposing the undercut beneath. You canât catch the colors of his eyes because they are covered by dark, Fendi shades.
His business definitely makes money, and lots of it. His three piece black and burgundy suit screams it all.
âTo what do I owe such great pleasures?â He bows, lifting your hand up and placing a kiss on the back. âThat goes for you too, sugar.â
Armando squeezes your hand a bit tighter at the pet name. You want to bite back and tell him to go easy, but youâre on stage now, and for your own safety and his, itâs best if you donât break the act.
âIâm in the business of buying something from you. Streets are hot down in Mexico right now, and I need to establish some new territoriesâŠwith a little force.â Armando says smoothly, sometimes you forget he was a hardened criminal not too long ago.
Ramos clicks his tongue between his teeth. âAh. Come sit.â He motions you two over to one of his coaches.
âGood job. Keep emâ talking.â Mike says over the coms.
Armando takes a seat across from Ramos and you do the same.
A chuckle leaves Ramosâs lips. âI donât think your pet likes you very much,â he motions to the space between you two.
Armando smacks his lips. âNonsense. Ven aquĂ, bebĂ©.â
You swallow and scoot towards him. When youâre close enough, in one swift moment, Armandoâs slips you in his lap, running a rough hand up and down the exposed parts of your thigh, sending shivers down your spine and goosebumps all over your body.
What the hell was happening.
Ramos chuckles, pouring himself and Armando a drink. He pushes it across the glass table, just out of reach.
Armando gives your ass a light slap, you turn and flare your nose, giving him your best âdon't push it,â it glare.
He ignores it.
âTrĂĄeme eso, mamĂĄ.â He says, motioning towards the glass.
You pick up the tumbler, suddenly realizing what heâs playing at. Ramos is watching because he isn't convinced. So you suck up your pride and do some convincing.
You grip Armando by his chin, rubbing the pad of your thumb in circles over his gruff beard before putting the glass against his lips, assisting him as he drinks.
Never once do his eyes leave you as he swallows the amber liquid, and the shivers that were once in your spine travel lower, much lower. You have to blink away the awful, dirty thoughts of you being in place of the glass out of your mind as you swipe away the spillage off his beard and plump, pink lips.
When you turn, Ramosâ shoulders drop and his smile is so wide itâs nearly reckless.
âSo youâre in the business of buying my most popular product from me?â
âThatâs right.â Armando says, a hand still caressing you slow and smooth.
âI am curious, though,â Ramos takes a swig of his drink. âHow did you hear about it?â
Armando shifts, the movement forcing you closer to his center. Your eyes go wide as saucers, your new position doing nothing for the growing pain massing within your heat.
âIâm an Aretas. Nothing in the streets goes past my earsâŠnothing.â Armando's confidence radiates off of him.
âVery well,â Ramos chuckles. âLetâs establish two parameters of this deal, then. One, you pay me before I give you any product. Two, you get caught with my product, you donât tell a soul who you the fuck got it from. Sounds good?â He smiles.
Armando nods. âJust one thing,â his hands enclose over your hips, sliding you off to the side, as he leans forward. âHow do you make them? The bullets.â
Ramos frowns. âWhy? You trying to steal my swag or something, Aretas?â
Armando chuckles. âNah, just curious.â
âFeed his ego, heâs going to talk.â Kelly says.
âI mean, they're sharp, large, fast, quiet. Itâs impressive. I just want to know how you do it before I invest any of my money into it.â Armando leans back, arms spread in a wide arch on the back of the couch.
âIn our world now, with a little money, the right connections, and a fuck ton of fortitude, anything you can think of is a possibility.â Ramos says, lighting another cigar. âItâs rare and hard to get everything right. But if you really want to know how I do it,â he leans in, voice dropping to a whisper.
Armando does the same, you make the conscious effort not to. Instead you play with your necklace, making sure the camera catches his face and his face only when he confesses.
âItâs a threeâ,â
A sudden buzz swallows the conversation whole, swirling it down the dirty sink it had come up from. The buzz echoes once more before you realize where it comes fromâŠyour purse
Fuck.
Ramos straightens, likes a dog on guard, eyeing you fiercely. Your chest rises and falls with a weight heavier than gravity as your ringtone continues to blare out for everyone to hear.
Ramos licks his lips, like heâs hungry for what comes next. âWell donât be shy, Ms. Jenna, answer the phone.â
You swallow and tuck a curl behind your ear. âI donât think thatâs appropriate right now. Letâs just finish up the dealââ
In a blur of fury, Ramos stands brandishing a gun, pointing it right at your chest.
âMake you perra answer the fucking phone, or I put holes in you both.â
âAnswer the phone,â Mike calls to you. âDo what he asks.â
Armando gives you a cautious look as you slip your phone out of your purse. Your fingers are shaking, so answering takes a few tries but when you finally do get it, you see that itâs your sister calling.
âMake sure itâs on speaker too.â Ramos demands, clocking his gun.
You inhale deeply, press the speaker button, then answer, âHey, sister, this isnât really a good time.â
âHey, I know youâre probably working late and all, but this is kind of important. My routers are not really working and I have a date with that guy, David, I told you about and I really need my tv to work.â She explains.
You bite your lip and lick the sweat that forms around them. âHave you tried turning your tv on and off again? You know Iâm not really a whiz at that tech stuff.â
A pause, then your sister erupts in laughter. âGirl, are you high?â She laughs. âYouâve been messing with wires and the internet since we were kids. Thatâs the whole reason twelve wanted you anywaysâ
Your hear sinks the moment she says those words, you hang up because the last thing you want is for your sister to hear you die.
âWell fuck me, Jenna, Iâll be damned.â Ramos growls, pushing his gun into your skull.
You pierce your eyes shut, brace for the burning impact of the bullet and pray for a quick death.
But it never happens, instead in a swift motion Armando pushes you off to the side causing you to collapse onto the ground. He makes a quick sweep of his leg, sending Ramos crashing onto his ass and the bullet that was meant for you soaring up and hitting the rafters, lodging into some wood.
Your breath is heavy as you watch all out war unfold before you. Armando takes on five men at once. The first man takes two tumblers over the head and one shard of glass to the neck, scarlett liquid oozing from the wound before he drops like dead weight beside you.
You let out a scream, backing away from the scene that moves like a riptide before you.
âGet out of there, now!â Kelly screams in your ear.
âIâI canât just leave him!â You shout back.
âYou have no training! Weâre coming in, go, now!â Mike yells.
You gather yourself, undoing your heels, still watching Armando skillfully take out guys and keep clear of the gunshots that ring in the tiny room. You watch as he dropkicks one man, then shoots him in the face before stalking over to another man, dishing out a few punches, before finally gutting him with a knife.
Heâs still on the move when you finally slip out of your heels. More of Ramosâs men are filing in and the fight expands,moving from the small room you were just in into the hallway where any innocent person could be hurt.
Unlike most times you werenât in your gilded chair. You were in the field and you would help as many people as you could. So, you donât think, you let the adrenaline cloud you as you bound down the hallway in hopes to get back downstairs and direct clubbers from the chaos.
Setting the golden elevator in your sites, you push faster. People below were already screaming, running wild. Who knows what could happen? How many people could be trampled and hurt. This only fuels you, quickening your stride. You nearly make it but a gunshot slows you, and the body of a bleeding girl drops before you, putting you into a full halt.
âOh my god,â your voice is breathy and shaky.
âWhy are you still in there!â Dornsâ voice becomes a far void as you rip at the bottom of your dress and use the fabric to compress her wound.
Two gunshots to the chests. The girl, who canât be any older than yourself, gurgles blood which sprays onto her porcelain skin and leaks into her brown hair, sticking strands to the marble floor.
The girl coughs, sending blood splattering onto the side of your face, and claws at your arms, streaks of crimson standing out against your brown skin.
She murmurs, but itâs hard to hear.
You press deeper into her wounds. âShh, itâll be alright,â You tell her âguys, I need a medic on the third floor when you get here. SheâsâŠsheâs in really bad shape.â You whimper.
The girl whines again, her eyes open and closing in two second intervals.
she raises her arm pointing a shaking finger in the direction behind you.
You wipe your eyes, blood no doubt trailing on your face now.
âWhat?â You croak. âWhat is it?â You turn around and see Ramos Malik limping over to you, a large knife in his hand.
You stand, putting distance between him, yourself and the girl.
âYouâre a real bitch, you know that?â An injured Ramos says, limping toward you with his knife pointed. âTrying to get me caught up in some trap, but you werenât even smart enough to shut off your phone!â He screams, lunging at you with the knife.
You tumble backwards, your back and head hitting the marble floor with the weight of you both. You cry out as pain sears through you, especially your hand.
It takes you a moment of readjusting to the bright lights and sounds to realize why. You caught the fucking knife in your hand.
You scream, as Ramos pulls it from your palm in a slice. Your hand open and bleeding, you cry out and roll away from another vicious attack by Ramos.
He growls and lunges at you again, grabbing a tuft full of your curls. You beat at his legs with your good hand, squirming in his grip. He pulls at your hair, making you scream, lowering his knife to your neck, pressing inward.
You let out an animalistic scream, pressing your thumb into the oozing wound on his leg. He screeches, falling to his knees.
Wasting no time, you crawl away.
You think youâve gotten far enough.
You rise up on your knees and push the elevator button, but the cold hand on your ankle snatches you back.
You claw at the marble floors, leaving a trail of blood, as Ramos drags you like a rag doll. He stops, flipping you over and planting his weight on top of you.
You flail, kicking the ground and scratching at his face, desperate for him to let go. But he doesnât. Instead, he cages you with his legs and wraps both hands around your neck, applying so much pressure that your vision blurs.
Under his grip, your breaths become distant and faint. Your muscles relax, and your eyes bulge. Turning your head to the side, you can barely make out the flashing blue and red lights from outside.
The team is here. But you're not sure they'll find you in time because Ramos is relentless, and the air in your lungs is vanishing. Your skull feels like itâs being crushed, the pressure intense.
You feel yourself slipping away, losing focus on your surroundings. Ramos moves your head to face him, and heâs a mass of incoherent clouds above you, the only clear thing are his dark, empty eyes.
âLook at me, baby. I like my victims to look at me before they die,â he growls, spit slipping from his mouth. âI hope Aretas finds you likeââ
Ramos drops, and oxygen rushes back into your lungs like a clap of thunder.
You shudder on the ground, scraping at your neck and slapping your chest.
Warm hands engulf your cheeks, and it takes a minute for the blur to leave your vision. When it does, you see Armando before you, a smoking gun at his side.
âÂżEstĂĄs bien, mamĂĄ?â
His voice barely registers before oxygen slips from your lungs again, and you slump over, hitting the ground.
Armando scoops you up, and even though it should be a relief, you canât help but be saddened by the way your team jumps over the girl you couldnât save.
Darkness swallows you whole as your team swarms you and Armando.
###
âThe stitches will dissolve on their own in time as your wound heals itself.â Kelly says, tightening the last of the bandages on the hand Ramos had sliced.
âThanks, Kelly.â You smiled softly, rubbing at the soreness that still lingered all over your body, especially your neck.
Ramos and his men had been arrested, not on the charges the team had planned, but still, getting him locked away for attempted murder of a police officer and soliciting drugs would have to be good enough for now.
Kelly rubs your shoulders, a soft sigh leaving her lips. âIâm really sorry this happened to you,â she says, eyeing your injuries, the bandages on your knees and hands, the purple-ish bruise on your neck, and the small scratches and scrapes all over your body. You definitely werenât as hot as you were that night.
âItâs okay.â You smile. âIâm still here, so.â You shrug.
âYou were brave that night, saving that girl. Weâre all so proud of you.â Kelly says.
You shake your head. âBut I didn't save her, Kels. She died. Right there, she bled out.â Tears start to rim your eyes as the memories of the girl and her blood in your hands flare in your mind. âFuck,â you cover your eyes with your palms. âI could hardly save myself that nightâŠif it wasnât for Armando, Iâd be dead.â
You sniffle, taking a seat on a nearby stool. âIâm not cut of for the field, and I donât think I should ever do it again.â
Kelly swarms you. âNo. Donât say that.â She shakes her head. âWeâve all been there, helpless, but thatâs why weâre a team. We cover each other's six when shit gets rough. So donât feel bad, we wonât let you.â
You nod slowly, trying to let her words penetrate your soul so that you could really believe them. But right now, you couldnât. You put everyone at risk because you made a rookie mistake by leaving your phone on.
You were to blame for all the carnage, all the bloodshed and chaos.
Armando was right, it was a suicide mission. And it was all your fault.
Kellyâs phone ringing thrusts you out of your thoughts.
She reads the screen number and looks at you. 'I got to go,â she motions. âBut if you need me, call me, seriously.â
You nod and wave her goodbye. You turn and fully expect to hear the compound's heavy, steel doors slam shut and lock, but they never do.
On high alert you turn and meet eyes with Armando. Heâs in his typical black on black, head to toe. The only thing different about him is the white bandage covering the bulge of his arm.
You try not to stare too hard at the way his black shirt clings to his body, flexing every taunt muscle as he strides down the steps and towards you with a force.
Refocusing, you work on the project at handâDorns broken drone. You mesh wires together and a spark comes alive, something like the sparks you feel when Armando takes a seat next to you, leaving up against the steel work table.
âSo thatâs it, eh?â He says, staring at you. âGonna ignore me.â
You keep fussing with your wires. âNot sure there is much to say.â
Armando chuckles bitterly. âIâm sure I could find some words. How about we start with, lo siento or soy un maldito idiota.â
You slam down your tools and turn to face him, fire blazing in your eyes. âI donât even know what the fuck you just said.â You growl.
Armando stands, towering over you. âIâd be happy to translate for you, princesa. It means you fucked up and cost alot of people their lives.â
You flinch at his words, more reality of your mistake clouding over you. âYou donât think I know that? Iâve regretted my mistake every night when I cry myself to sleep because all I can see is that girl's face.
Your voice wavers. âHer blood.â
âIf you feel like that then you should have listened to me when I told you that mission was suicide.â He growls.
âFuck you.â You spat, walking away.
Armando catches your forearm, pulling you back towards him. âIâm not done, so donât walk away from me.â
âLet me the hell go!â You try jerking from his grip but itâs no use, youâre stuck, stuck taking his abuse.
âNo, you need to know that it was your fault out there. That your place is in the chair,â he motions to your desk behind you. âYou canât handle the field, youâre not built for it.â
The need to prove him wrong boils in your gut causing you to lift your hand and swing it out towards Armandoâs face.
Bad idea.
He catches your arm with ease and now both your limbs are in his hands. You try to snatch away, but Armando keeps you steady, pulling you closer until the two of you are breaths away from each other.
The heat in your chest spreads like wildfire as you watch Armandoâs eyes linger on your bruised lips, then trailing down slowly to your hands and legs, accessing all your injuries as if they matter to him.
âBesides,â he trails on, his index finger glazing cautiously over the ring bruise on your neck. âIf it wasnât more me out there, princesa, youâd be dead.â
âI didnât thinkâŠâ
âThatâs the point,â Armando holds you steady. âYou didnât think, and you not using your head almost got you killed. And if you would have died Iâ.â
There's a quivering pause in Armandoâs voice, his eyes slam shut tight. You donât know what to make of this, one second he hates you and the next he cares if youâre dead or not. Armando is a mystery youâre too tired to decode.
You jerk from his grasps once more and this shocks his eyes back open.
âAre you done?â You manage to say.
Armando licks his lips, slowly releasing you from his grasp.
âIâm done,â he says, backing away from you.
You hold onto the steel table for support, the scorch of his touch slowly fleeting.
You hear the steel door crack open and turn to watch him leave, but heâs halted at the precipice, âOne last thing, stay in the chair next time. Itâs where you belong.â
With that he leaves, the steel door slamming shut and your confidence crumbling down.
You tried your hardest to not let Armando affect you, but he does. His words cut you deeper than Ramosâs knife. Maybe he was right, maybe you should just stay in the chair. But what if there was another time they needed you in the field? Could you just say no without feeling immense guilt? Probably not.
So when you write your resignation and leave it on your desk and walk away from the compound, you do it because you canât stand to see the people you care about get hurt, all because youâre not a good enough cop.
###
âOkay, seriously! Are you really going to be that stupid and go back into the house where you know the killer is! Come on Noah!â You shout at your television screen.
Itâs been a week since you put in your resignation and the amount of discourse behind it has resulted in you shutting off your phone and locking yourself inside, watching shitty horror movies to pass the time.
Because if you step foot outside, youâll be mobbed by friends from the department and your friends from AMMO who, to say the least, werenât happy about your resignation.
All but one.
Not that he mattered anyway.
They all hated that you quit, saying you needed to come back immediately and talk this out. But you couldnât.
How could you face them when you were such a coward and created all that chaos? They worked so hard to save lives and keep order and you did nothing but fuck shit up.
It was time to jump ship before someone else got hurt in the crossfires of your neglect.
The thought pushes you deeper into your plush green couch that sits far back into your home, well renovated garage. But hey, Miami is expensive, and this place was renting out, so you just renovated it. A little love all around and it became an actual home.
You let loose a small smile looking around, the walls, once bare and industrial, now are splattered with a lively palette of bright yellows, deep blues, and playful greens. They are decorated with framed posters of all the things you love: vintage video games, classic sci-fi movies, and beloved comic book covers, each one a nod to your past. Strings of fairy lights crisscross the ceiling, casting a soft, whimsical glow that contrasts beautifully with your high-gear equipment scattered throughout.
Your floor is a patchwork of colorful rugs, each with its own story. Some are intricately patterned, those are the ones your parents gifted you, while others are simple yet bold, adding a splash of color to the room. Together, they might be your favorite part of the whole place, just because they keep your bare feet warm on lazy nights like these.
In one corner, a plush, oversized bean bag chair sits next to a low coffee table cluttered with all your retro memorabilia â old gaming cartridges, Rubik's cubes, and a couple of well-worn graphic novels.
The heart of your home garage is the tech haven. Your large, custom-built desk stretches along one wall, supporting your impressive army of monitors in various sizes. High-end computers hum quietly, their cases glowing with neon lights. Cables and wires, though numerous, are neatly organized, snaking their way through the room in an orderly fashion.
Shelves above and around the desk hold a treasure trove of tech gadgets and components â everything from VR headsets and drones to soldering kits and spare parts. A 3D printer sits in a place of honor, its latest creation still cooling on the print bed.
Your home made you feel complete, but still after you quit you do feel a little empty. You miss the small talks at work, the laughter, the bickering, the teasing. It just wasnât the same alone. But again, it was for the best, because if there is one thing you knowâkeeping your family safe is the most important thing, above all.
And youâd hate to be their reckoning.
Flipping open your laptop you continue to scroll through your job search.
âWhat do you think, Chester?â You say to your golden retriever. âTech support job? Or maybe we go dark and get into hacking for higher companies.â
Chester whines, fidgeting in his spot next to you.
âYouâre right, no going bad. Tech support it is.â Chester rummages around a bit more before springing over your coach, darting towards the door. âHey, I can work from home with this one!â You say.
Chesterâs barks ring out, bouncing off the walls relentlessly.
You stand and make your way over to whatâs got him so riled up. At the door, you bend down and pet him, still doing nothing to soothe his barks.
âChessy, whatâs wrong, huh?â You grab his collar, pulling him towards the door and opening it.
You stick both your heads out the door, turning them left and right, the only thing you see and hear is darkness and the bad storm slamming outside. You pull back inside and Chester sticks to you like glue. âSee, nothing to worry about.â You squat down to love on your dog, who's growling like crazy right now. âWe arenât like Noah, we donât go into scary houses for fun. Weâre safe here, Ramos is gone. â You pat his head, but that only makes him bark more.
âChester, enough already.â you stand, moving towards the kitchen and getting yourself a glass out of the cabinet, flicking on the sink, and filling it with water.
Your just about to take a sip when a loud crack of lighting explodes, illuminating your dark house, revealing a cloaked figure behind you.
You scream and drop your cup, shards exploding on the ground around your feet. Chester is in a full on frenzy right now, and rightfully so. Could this be Ramosâs men, did he send them to finish you off?
âYouâre one crazy bitch, you know that?â
âLook at me, baby. I like my victims to look at me before they die.â
You scrape at your neck, the tender bruise making you hiss as if the pressure of Ramos choking you has never left.
The figure steps forward and you screech, ripping a butcher knife from your kitchen sink, and pointing it at them.
âBack the fuck up!â You scream. âIâm a fucking cop!â You take wobbly steps back, watching Chester go up the figure and sniff themâŠthen roll over?
Chester by no means is an aggressive dog, but he loves you, and if he sensed you were in danger heâd protect you with his life. So when he begins to receive pets from the intruder, you lower your knife.
âKelly?â You say, she knows Chester, youâve brought him to the compound many times before, but sheâs the only one on your team who has a key to your place.
The figure doesnât answer, they just move over to the corner of the kitchen, flipping on the light.
Your shoulders drop the moment you see his thick beard and warm-brown skin peeking from underneath his black hoodie.
Armando.
âHow the fuck did you get in?â You cross your arms over your chest.
Armando shrugs off his jacket, tossing it onto your kitchen stools. âItâs not exactly a place with state of the art security.â
âI could have killed you, Chester too.â
Armando snickers. âYou and your pooch wouldnât have done a thing.â
You grumble, crossing the kitchen landscape and moving towards the coaches. âWhat do you want, you're interrupting my movie night.â
Armando follows, hot on your trail. âI can see that. By the way, is that hello kitty on your pajamas?â
You look down and groan. Of course youâd be wearing something totally embarrassing when your least favorite ex-coworker breaks into your house.
âStop switching the subject. Why are you here?â
Armando rustles in his pocket before pulling out a paper and shoving it into your hands.
Youâre careful to unfold it because there is rain damage from the storm, but when you get it open, despite the smooshed ink on the page, you see itâs your resignation letter.
âOkay, and?â You shrug.
âOkay, and, take it back.â He says.
You chuckle. âYouâre joking, right. Like you have to be joking.â
Armandoâs face is straight. âIâm not.â
You plop down on your couch. âIâm not taking it back, I'm already looking at different jobs.â
A scoff leaves his lips. âSo thatâs it, eh? Youâre just going to run away.â
You close your eyes and let out a deep sigh. âWeren't you the one who told me I should quit?â
âI never said that. I said you needed to stay in the chair, and still, you did the opposite of that.â He says.
You stand. âWhatâs the point of saying Iâm a cop, if I donât actually save people. You said that entire night was on me, so I backed away from the situation and now youâre mad?â
Armando sits quietly for a moment, tapping his leg against the ground. âI never said quit.â
âIt doesnât matter what you said. I did what I felt I needed to do.â
Armando scoffs, turning in his seat. âYeah I can see that, real egoĂsta if you ask me.â
You stand, marching over towards the kitchen. âYou know I have no clue what youâre saying.â
Armando turns, follows you, taking a seat at the bar. And before you know it, just like that compound before, you're caged between his legs.
âI called you selfish.â
You let out a gasp. âHow the hell am I selfish?â
âBecause you left the team!â
âI left the team to keep everyone safe! Not because Iâm selfish!â
âWe're safe! And weâll be safer knowing that youâre safe, too, especially with some of Ramosâs associates still out there! Iâwe need to keep tabs on you.â
You stumble back. âWhat?â You swallow. âAre you telling me my life is in danger? That Ramos will send people after me?â
âItâs a possibility weâre considering,â Armando says, his eyes never leaving you as you sit across from him. âBut if you come back to work we can keep you safe.â
âAnd whatâs to say they wonât come for me any other time?â You croak. âBeing in that compound doesnât guarantee my safety.â
Armando rubs a slow hand over his face. âBut I can.â He says, hardly above a whisper.
âYou. Protect me?â
âWhy is that so far-fetched?â He says.
âArmando, you hate me.â
âYou keep putting words in my mouth, princesa, and I donât like it.â
âIâm not putting words in your mouth. Itâs just, actions speak louder.â You shrug. âEver since you got into AMMO, weâve been the least close out of everybody. No matter how hard I tried, we just never connected. So yes, Iâm sorry if I find you putting yourself on the line for me, unprovoked, a little hard to believe.â
Armando stands, his frame opposing against yours. He lifts his shirt and you hiss at what you see. Bandages, dried blood, and purple bruises litter his torso.
You look away but he catches your chin with his thumb, pulling your attention back to him.
âI wouldnât put myself on the line for you,â he said, pulling his shirt back down. âI already fucking did.â
âI never asked you too.â You mutter, looking away ashamed that you caused that.
âYou didnât have to.â He sighs. âI couldnât stand to see you get hurt.â
âWhat?â You turn, slow tears building, blurring your vision now.
âI didnât want you to go out there because, as much as I try to hide it, I care about you.â Armando says, hot brown eyes melting into you.
You blink, stalling and stepping back. ArmandoâŠcares about you? Those two things shouldnât even be in conjunction and your brain canât process that they are.
The man in front of you has never been anything but harsh towards you, now he comes to your home in the middle of the night begging you to come back to work and confessing his feelings for you.
You truly must be dreamingâŠthis canât be real. Not that youâd be mad if it was. Despite all your bickering and misunderstandings, you still held a soft spot for Armando. You could see he was trying to be a better person, a more open person, regardless of his flaws.
And there were moments when he was kind to you, like opening doors for you, walking side by side with you to your car late at night, never forgetting to get your lunch along with the teams if you couldnât make it. You knew he had a nice side to him and thatâs why you showed him yours time and time again. Showed him it was okay to be vulnerable, but now he is, truly is, and you canât even compute it.
âWhy would you say something like that?â You swallow, something weird stirring inside of you, making you step closer towards him.
Armando does the same, closing the gap between you two. âSay what, princesa? The truth.â
You donât mean to, but you whimper as the nickname leaves his lips. You look down, heat flushing in your cheeks. âPlease donât call me that.â
Armando scoops your chin with his index finger, your eyes latching and twinkling under the soft glow of your house's lights. âÂżPor quĂ©? no puedo manejarlo.â
âNo.â You breath, studying every bridge and sharp angle of his face. This close, his beauty is unbelievable.
Armandoâs thick, kept beard, is just as dark as his hair. His brown eyes are surrounded by a shade of full lashes, and his plump pink lips, glistening in the soft light. Armando Aretas was hard to resist and thatâs why you feel yourself falling closer into him.
Like your mind is on autopilot, your hands fall to his chest, resting there and feeling every muscle heâs worked so hard for.
âI can see that.â Armando smirks. âI can also see that you care for me, too.â
âIâ,â
âWant me to show you how I know?â He whispers, lips touching your ear and making you gasp.
You nod. There was no point in resisting him at that moment. Not that you wanted to either.
In one swift motion, Armando bends down and then you're airborne. His hands rest underneath your thighs as he carries you to your bedroom.
Walking over, your eyes never leave each other. You open your mouth to speak as a thought holds you captive.
âIs this why you said all those mean things? To discourage me because you didnât want me to get hurt?â You ask, caressing his face in your hands.
Armando leans into the touch, nodding his head just as you two pass through the door of your bedroom.
He sets you down gently and you cling your arms around his neck.
âWhy didnât you just tell me that?â You ask.
Armandoâs hands encircle your waist as he sighs. âI didnât know how. I was just so angry that theyâd even ask you to do something like that anyway.â
âAnd you were angry because you liked me?â
Armando nods.
âAnd when I was pretending to be JennaâŠwere you acting then, too?â
Armando chuckles, biting his lip, you look away to keep from melting. âYou mean when I smacked your ass? I might have taken advantage of the situation then.â
You hit his chest and laugh. âI canât believe you. Thatâs a violation!â
Armando leans in close. âIâd be happy to violate you some more, princesa.â
You chuckle lightly and wither out of his grip, taking a seat on the bed.
Armando frowns, sitting next to you. âWhatâs wrong? Was it something I saâ,â
âNo. Itâs fine. Itâs justâŠIâve never actually been with anyone before.â
Armando stills. âOh. I was just joking with you,â he stands. âI can leave.â
Quickly, you grab his wrist, pulling him back. âNo. I donât want you to.â You stand, taking his face in your hands and pulling him close. His lips are inches from yours and you can feel his nose brush against yours. âI want you to show me, just like you said.â You moan, placing your lips onto his.
Armando shutters, placing a hand on the nape of your neck. He opens his mouth, swiping his tongue over the bottom of your lips, asking for entry. You oblige and he slips inside, turning the kiss hot and fierce.
Armando swallows every moan you release, gripping your hips and pushing you back against the bed, his weight gently hovering on top of you.
He uses his legs, he spreads you open, you gasp at the motion allowing him access to your neck.
Like a man starving, Armando attacks your neck with hot-trailed kisses, lingering sucks and suckles, and licks that drive you wild, the heat between your legs pulsing now with desire.
âFuck,â you gasps and he palms over one of your breasts, sucking on the tender spot beneath your ear.
âTe gusta ese, bebe?â Armando whispers against your skin.
You shake your head âYes.â You whimper.
Armando leans back, pulling at your top. âLetâs get this off of you, eh?â
You sit up just enough, allowing him access to pull the fabric off of you.
In a flash he peels your shirt off of you, leaving you bare in front of him.
Impulse has you covering yourself, but Armando reaches out, slowly moving your arms away from your chest.
âDonât hide from me, mama.â He says, eyes darkening when he finally has a full view of your boobs.
âMierda, youâre so beautiful baby.â He moans.
You shutter as he talks one breast in his hands, rubbing circles with it, while the other he latches his plump lips onto, sucking at your nipples.
The sensation causes your head to snap back and a deep, repressed moan to fly from your lips. Armando was doing the lords work with both his hand and tongue.
You squirm, squeezing your legs together and stimulating your spot, making your pants leak with want.
You had never had to opportunity to be with a man before, but in this moment you wanted nothing more than to fuck Armando.
âFuck me,â you moan out. âPlease.â
Armando chuckles, the sensation against your nipple makes you hiss. âEstĂĄs tan impaciente, princesa.â He smacks your ass. âBut eh, if thatâs what you want, thatâs what youâll get.â He smirks, pushing you down against the bed.
He hovers on top, snatching his shirt off. All of his rippling muscles on display before you. You bite your lip at the site, hoping to see more and soon.
âIf you want me to fuck you, will have to get rid of these, no?â He pulls at the strings of your pajama bottoms.
You nod, eager to have him inside of you.
In a blur, Armando pulls off your pants, tossing them to the side.
If you thought you saw darkness in his eyes when he saw your boobs, the look he has now is nothing in comparison. His eyes are nearly pitch black as he takes in what is soon to be his.
Armando spreads open your legs, hissing once he gets a glimpse at your glistening cunt.
You moan just at the thought of bearing it all in front of him.
âGod, fuck.â He says, pulling down his pants and revealing a surprise of his own that makes you gasp.
Though covered in boxers, you can see just what he was working with. And to say the least, he was huge, and thick.
âCome here, baby.â He moans, pulling you by your thighs to the edge of the bed. âLet me taste you.â He says.
You watch as Armandoâs head lowers between your legs and the second his mouth touches your pussy, you fell back into the bed.
His mouth makes quick work of you, versing between sucking on your clit and licking your slit in a rhythm that builds a euphoria inside your gut.
The force of his tongue against your pussy and the pressure of his lips wrapped around your swollen clit has your back arching and screaming out.
Your toys had nothing on Armando.
âPlease,â you whimper and try to squirm, but Armando holds you in place, slapping your ass twice as hard as a repercussion.
With each pass of his tongue, circling arcs on your pussy you can feel yourself climbing to the edge. Armando must feel it too because he puts the cherry on top when he sinks a thick finger inside of you.
âOh myâugh!â
Youâre a whimpering, whining mess. The sheets beneath you turning a new shade of green as you soak them with your slick.
Armando adds another finger in for good measure only adding to the build up in your stomach. Each pump, suck, and lick causes a buckle to snap inside of you and a high only the man eating you out right now can give you is climbing.
You reach higher, and higher. Your orgasm just around the bend.
One last pump and suck, and you come undone, all over Armandoâs face.
Armando comes back up from the floor, crawling over top of you. With the little moonlight that shines into your bedroom you can see yourself covering his beard, droplets of cum covering most of it.
âTaste yourself for me.â He growls, lowering his lips into yours.
You latch on and a sweet, yet neutral, flavor slips onto your lips as you and Armando kiss in a harmonious rhythm.
You never let go from his grasps as your hand travels down. You grab a hold of his massive, bulging cock.
Armando hisses and whimpers as you begins to stroke it with a various pressures: soft, hard, slow, the soft again. He shutters above you, his faces desperate and pleading.
âYouâll make me come like that.â He breaths, gripping your hands. âI thought you were a virgin?â
âI am,â you hiss, still squirming. âBut I think itâs a bullshit construct. Iâm still highly sexual,â you say, pulling at his cock, bringing it forth. âAnd I want to be highly sexual with you.â
Armando bites his lips, pulling you into his lap. âEres un problema, princesa.â
âI know,â you say, kissing him once more.
You rock back and forth, feeling his cock press against your needing pussy. The pressure making you both shake in anticipation.
Armando breaks the kiss. âDo you have a condom?â
You shake your head. âNo, but Iâm on birth control.â
He nods. âGood, youâre going to need it.â
He flips you over so that he is on top. Finally, he reaches down and slips out of his boxers, his cock, thick, long and full, springs to life and you canât help but moan. Your pussy is aching with the need to be filled.
Armando spreads your legs open, angling the tip of his cock with your pussyâs pulsing entrance.
âAre you sure about this, baby?â He asks.
âIâm sure. Now fuck me, please.â
Armando obeys, slowly slipping his cock inside of you.
You hiss at the burning, stretching pain, digging your nails into his back as he pushes in, your pussy swallowing him inch by inch.
âMm,â you croak.
Armando stops. âAre you okay?â He shakes
You grip at his ass, forcing him inside deeper, despite the burn youâre desperate to feel all of him. âDonât stop.â You moan. âPlease keep going.â
Armando pushes in further and deeper, tearing you open, until youâre fully stretched and heâs reached the depths of your ocean.
You two stay still for a moment, him allowing you time to adjust to the new stretching sensation and his size.
You lean up to kiss him. He deepens it, molding his mouth to yours, before slowly moving.
You moan, holding onto him as he picks up the pace, thrusting into you faster.
You can feel the pain melting into pleasure the more he pounds into you.
Harder and faster you begin to feel yourself loose control, your euphoria coming to hit its second peak.
âFuck me, ugh! Please, Armando!â You shot, lifting your legs, granting him deeper access.
Armando grips the tiny mound between your hip and leg, using it as leverage to drive his thick cock deeper into your soaking wet pussy.
Animalistic groans leave his lips as he drives into you at an unholy pace. The sounds of skin slapping and drawn out, breathy moans fill the room, reaching a devilish peak when you scream out, coming and pulsing around his cock.
Armando follows you not shortly after, his dick pulsing and pumping his spillage into you.
He rolls off of you, taking you in his arms and placing a sweaty kiss on your forehead.
âLetâs get you cleaned up.â He murmurs on your forehead.
âOkay.â You smile, your legs sore and your middle aching.
Armando lifts you up bridal-style and carries you into the bathroom.
Soon youâre surrounded by steam and soap as you two bathe each other down.
Showered, you two snuggle in bed, a burning question still at the forefront of your mind.
âArmando?â You say.
âHm,â he is hardly awake at this point.
âWhen did you realize you cared about me?â You ask, angling your head to head to get a good look at him.
Armando chuckles, stroking your curls you have yet to put in a bonnet. âI think I always did. I was just scared.â
âScared? Of what?â
âMaybe that you wouldnât see me the way i see you.â He sighs. âI see only the good in you, and maybe that makes me a blind man, but Iâm certain youâre a woman who can see through facades, and you wouldnât see any goodness in me.â
You sit up. âThatâs not true. Armando, of course youâve done terrible things, but thatâs not what I see when I look at you.â
Armando takes a hold of your bandaged hand, placing a small kiss on the palm. âSo what do you see?â
âNow? I just see you, and all the tiny little good things that I love.â
A small smile graces Armandoâs face before he leans in, kissing you softly. You sigh against his lips, not wanting this moment to end.
Though you two had some struggles, you wouldnât have this pairing any other way.
You just wished youâd checked your blind spot early to see all the little signs you were missing.
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