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shadow-assassin-blix · 2 years ago

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A Picture is a Poem without Words

Chapter 18

It is here finally. Boy... the writer’s block was real on this... Canon Typical violence is really the only true warning...

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Pacho woke up to the sun shining brightly onto his face, and a soft warm weight on his chest. When he looked down, his eyes blinking away the sleep and adjusting to the brightness, he saw Blix lying on his chest, positioned between his legs. Her head was resting just above where his heart thrummed in his chest, looking far more peaceful than he’s seen her in weeks.

Pacho smiled sweetly as he looked her over, one of his hands running up and down her back soothingly.

Diego stepped in, quietly informing him, “Gilberto called, says he wants you to meet him in an hour.”

Pacho nodded his head in response, returning his gaze back to Blix. He gently shook her awake, kissing her head softly.

Blix slowly woke up, rubbing her eyes as she lifted her head up to look at him.

“I’m sorry to wake you beautiful. I am apparently needed by Gilberto. When I return we are going to talk about the next steps for the cartel,” Pacho explained pulling her hand that rested on his chest to his lips, pressing kisses to it.

Blix nodded, slowly pushing herself up to crawl out of the bed and his embrace, wanting to take a long shower. As Blix made her way into the bathroom, Pacho followed her at a slower pace. He leaned against the doorframe, watching her for a moment.

She looked back at him, as she let the water warm up.

“What are you staring at?” Blix asked him, looking at him suspiciously, as she noticed a smirk growing on his face.

“Oh… nothing… just my artwork…” Pacho replied with a teasing smile.

She looked at him confused, before walking back over to the mirror to look at herself. She gasped as she looked at the hickies that littered her neck and chest.

“Pacho. This… I can’t cover half of these!” Blix exclaimed, slapping his arm half-heartedly.

Pacho chuckled, “Oh good. Now every man will know you are mine.”

Blix shook her head, turning back toward the shower, stepping in. Blix stood there for a moment, letting the water wash over, the heat relaxing her muscles.

As she felt Pacho’s arms wrap around her waist she leaned back into his chest.

“Bit odd for Gilberto to call for you so early is it not?” Blix asked after a moment of silence between the two.

“Not necessarily. He used to call for me at all hours of the day and night when I first began. Probably just wants to give me some marching orders. Believe he was meeting with North Valley this morning as well to explain… Claudio’s… disappearance,” Pacho explained to her, resting his chin on her shoulder.

She hummed in response, closing her eyes briefly, enjoying the warmth from the water, leaning further into Pacho’s embrace.

The two of them stood there for a few more minutes before cleaning themselves off and eventually stepping out of the shower.

The two of them dried off, and as Pacho began to get dressed, Blix wrapped a robe around her, intending to get dressed in a little bit. She sat on the bed, towel in hand as she slowly dried the ends of her hair.

Pacho got dressed within minutes, and as he adjusted the wrists of his shirt he walked over to her.

“Hopefully I will be back quickly. Then we get to work,” Pacho said as he stood before her.

“Sounds like a plan to me. I’ll see you in a bit then yeah?” Blix confirmed giving him a quick kiss.

He nodded kissing her back, before he made his way out of the room.

Blix spent a few moments, combing through her hair with her fingers, just relaxing a bit. She paused when she heard her old SAT phone going off. The number that showed was a familiar one: a direct line to the DEA offices.

She answered it after a moment of debate about whether or not to answer it.

“Hello?” Blix greeted as she put the phone up to her ear.

“Blix. It’s… It’s Javi. I need to talk to you,” Came Javier’s voice.

“Oh. Hi. Um. What’s up?” Blix asked him somewhat awkwardly, not expecting his call.

“Can we.. can we meet somewhere?” Javier questioned his voice sounding off.

“Actually, I am pretty busy today so no. I cannot meet,” Between the odd silence and the way Javier’s tone sounded, she knew something was up. “Let’s not beat around the bush here Javier. Ask me what you want to ask me.”

“Is it true that you’ve been in a relationship with Pacho Herrera? Were you the one that created the deal with the Cali and the Embassy?” Javier finally asked her, his voice strained.

“I cannot confirm nor deny either of those questions. Don’t call me anymore Javier,” Blix hung up the phone, with a heavy sigh.

Blix then stood up and spent time getting dressed and doing her hair. Once she was ready, she strolled downstairs, putting her shark necklace on as she went.

She made her way into the kitchen, deciding she was going to make brunch due to it being passed 10am.

As she cooked, she turned on the radio in the kitchen and between the music and cooking, she tuned out the world.

Diego at one point had wandered in, holding her SAT phone that was ringing in his hands. She shook her head when he tried to give it to her. Diego sat it down on the counter, taking a seat and watching her cook and dance.

About an hour had passed, and Pacho returned to his home with a tired sigh.

‘Spend some time in Mexico eh?’ He thought with a grimace.

Pacho followed the sound of music blasting from his kitchen. He leaned against the doorframe watching his two favorite people dance around the kitchen island.

Food wafted his way, and he noticed that the table had been set with a plethora of breakfast and easy lunch items. There were sandwiches, soups, eggs, bacon, French toast, arepas, burritos and tacos lined up and down the table with random fruit trays. He noticed that several of his guards were also grabbing plates and filling up their plates.

He smirked, shaking his head at the sight before him. The song switched to some American singer that he vaguely recognized as Elvis Presley.

At this point, Blix had noticed him standing there and she slowly danced her way over to him, singing along to the song.

“Now you got me started, don’t you leave me broken hearted, cause I love you too much,” She sung to him, grabbing his hands.

She pulled him toward her, encouraging him to dance with her which he did so with a soft smile.

“Every time I kiss your sweet lips. I can feel my heart go flip-flip. I'm such a fool for your charms. Take me back baby in your arms,” She kissed him on the lips, her arms wrapping around his neck.

Pacho wrapped his arms around her hips, the two of them flirting with each other through dance.

As another song eventually came on, he noticed the sound of a phone ringing. He looked over to her SAT phone, which laid forgotten on the counter.

“You going to answer that?” Pacho softly asked her.

Blix shook her head, resting her head against his chest.

“No. What did Gilberto want?” She asked him to try and change the subject.

Pacho gave her a look, as he reached over and picked up her phone. He noticed there were 17 missed calls.

“It’s Javier. I don’t want to talk about it. Just. What happened? Please, distract me,” Blix slightly begged him, taking the phone away and turning it off completely.

“Gilberto believes that I need to spend some time out of Colombia at least until the North Valley calms down. He suggests I go to Mexico. Strengthen our allies there. I am taking Alvaro and you… if you would like to join me?” Pacho explained, turning the volume down on the radio for a moment.

“I would love to go with you. Plus… I may need a reason to get away myself,” Blix answered sighing at the look Pacho gave her. “Javier… I am assuming the CIA told him about my involvement with you and the deal… he called this morning wanting to meet. I told him no. He sounded weird, so I knew something was up. Plus… he’s never called me to meet with him anywhere before. Not on my SAT phone at least.”

“So he knows about us. Good. Then he knows you are completely off limits. If he comes near you, I’ll gladly kill him myself. Shall we go pack then? Alvaro was informed on the way back, so he is probably ready to go by now,” Pacho was acting far too relaxed about this situation.

“Pacho. You are being abnormally calm about this. Talk to me,” Blix requested stopping him from turning and leaving the room.

Pacho breathed harshly through his nose, “While we knew this would inevitably happen, I didn’t think it would happen this soon. The fact that he also wants you to meet with him, knowing that it is most definitely a trap to arrest you, pisses me off. We are getting you a new phone to call your sisters with. That phone is going into a fiery pit.”

Blix nodded her head, allowing him to pull her up the stairs to their room to pack.

The two of them packed up their suitcases, planning to stay there for at least a month according to Pacho.

“A month in Mexico? A month with you to myself? A girl could get used to that,” Blix said with a wink.

Pacho smiled, shaking his head, “Amado is very excited for us to be coming up. Apparently he is planning a grand entrance for us.”

Blix rolled her eyes as they carried their bags downstairs to the cars. Alvaro was waiting by the car, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

Once the car was loaded up, and they hopped into the car, driving off to the airport.

The flight to Tijuana went by in a blur, and soon enough the three of them were standing in front of Amado who greeted them with a huge smile.

“Pacho! You handsome devil, about time you came up here!” Amado said as he gave him a quick hug.

Pacho introduced him to Alvaro briefly, before Amado turned his attention to Blix.

“Ah! Has the Lady of Cali finally graced me with her presence?” Amado exclaimed, giving her a kiss on both cheeks.

“Hello Amado. Good to see you handsome,” Blix greeted with a chuckle.

“Let’s get going, yeah? Let’s go to the house. Alvaro? You like Margaritas?” Amado asked him, wrapping an arm around Blix’ shoulders.

Pacho shook his head as he followed with Alvaro to the car, Alvaro replying that he did indeed like them.

“Good. I know a Margarita that will suck you dry!” Amado joked with a crude hand gesture.

Blix rolled her eyes, stepping into the car, Pacho sliding in next to her with Alvaro following.

Amado quickly gave his men some orders about what to do with the money that was in the planes that they had met him in, before getting in the passenger seat.

Blix grasped Pacho’s hand, holding it firmly.

The drive to Amado’s home took about an hour, and the guys mostly did the talking, as Blix gazed out the window taking in the sights, vaguely listening to the conversation.

Upon arriving at Amado’s home, they took a few minutes to get settled in one of the separate suites to his home. Once they had freshened up, the three of them rejoined Amado outside by his large pool. Drinks were poured, as they lounged around. Blix raised an eyebrow as she noticed Pacho take an interest in the cabana boy but was trying to be subtle.

Amado had left for a moment to go talk to one of his men.

“If he interests you, go for it. However, please don’t bring him into our shared bed. I share you with Diego. No one else,” Blix quietly stated to Pacho, sipping from her glass of bourbon.

Pacho looked over at her, somewhat surprised. Blix looked over at him, smiling softly. Pacho slowly returned it, pressing a kiss to her hand.

“I can respect that,” Pacho promised her.

Amado returned, a large drink in his hand, with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth, grinning.

“Amado...this is the life,” Pacho complimented him raising his glass in cheers.

“You guys helped me. I moved 100 tons in the last 50 days alone! You tell me if we make a good team or not?” Amado bragged with a huge grin.

“Can you handle a bigger package?” Pacho asked him after a moment.

“I’m the Lord of the Skies, brother. What do you think?” Amado threw back with a smirk. “I can move however much you need.”

Amado paused for a long moment before continuing, “How much? And for how much longer, Pacho? I know about your deal...and that you want to turn yourselves in.”

Pacho took a drag of his cigarette before answering, “There is a deal on the table Amado, but we have six months to turn ourselves in. That’s the truth. Until then we will honor our commitment to you.”

“Right, and after? What happens after that?” Amado questioned him curiously.

“The business will adjust,” Pacho stated halfheartedly.

“This I know. It will always adjust. It’ll never end. There will be other partners and more drugs...but what about you?” Amado posed the question looking at him seriously. “What will happen to you? You can’t tell me that you’re going to retire as if this was any normal business. You know this is a way of life. It retires you when it’s done with you. Or are you going to start playing golf like an old man, with 10 little ones running around with this gorgeous woman next to you?”

Amado winked at Blix, smirking.

Blix shook her head at Amado, chuckling at him.

Blix looked over at Pacho, seeing him deep in thought.

When Pacho finally spoke it was simply to state, “We need to count on you maintaining the same terms on this last shipment.”

“Done. It’ll be my gift to the Gentlemen of Cali, all right? But... You have to come to Juarez, I want to show you something,” Amado replied with a teasing smile.

“What is it?” Pacho asked him, somewhat tired.

“The future, Pacho. The fucking future, that’s all,” Amado ended grandly, before running after a random woman who strolled by.

Alvaro had at some point disappeared as well, which left Pacho and Blix alone for the time being.

“I must say... Amado has some points. What do you see yourself doing once the deal is completed, and you’ve served your time? I know you’ve thought about it, but I know you want something more. I don’t see you spending your days drinking and playing golf either,” Blix quietly spoke.

“I honestly do not know. I will go to Juarez and see what he wants to show me. Then I will think some more on things,” Pacho said honestly, a grin slowly forming. “Though... the 10 kids with you as my gorgeous wife isn’t such a terrible idea.”

Blix looked away, feeling her cheeks warm up a bit at his light tease.

The rest of the day passed by in a blur along with the rest of the week. They had been in Juarez for a few days, Pacho and Amado disappearing to have meetings together randomly throughout the day.

Blix was slowly growing bored of the constant parties and long days where she was basically alone. On the second week of what appeared to be a repeat of the previous, Blix snapped.

It happened in the morning, Blix had slept alone (again), and when Pacho finally returned, it was just to tell her that he was there to just freshen up before heading back out with Amado.

Blix looked at him incredulously, scoffing trying to not lose her cool.

“What was the point in me coming here, if all I am doing is just sitting here… watching everyone drink and get high? Didn’t realize that I had become a fashion accessory. Just here to look pretty,” Blix grumbled, shaking her head.

Pacho’s movements froze as he took in her words.

“…What are you talking about?” Pacho questioned staring at her confused.

Blix stared at him blankly, before sighing and shaking her head.

“Nothing. Nothing at all,” Blix mumbled, before lying back down, tossing the covers over her head.

Was she being overdramatic? Possibly. Was she tired of the constant loud music, the smell of cheap perfume mixed with the smell of sweat, beer, and vomit, along with the ridiculous behaviors that everyone acted upon when high as a kite? Extremely.

Pacho continued to stare at her form, trying to figure out what was wrong. He knows this past week he hasn’t been able to spend much time with her, but he didn’t think it was that problematic. She knew that he was going to be attending to business with Amado while they were here, so why was she upset?

Pacho started to say something but found he had no words to say. He honestly didn’t know what to say. He closed his mouth, sighing before eventually stepping outside of the room, closing the door behind him.

He made his way to Amado who was downstairs, and asked, “Is this little trip going to take long? I apparently have upset my Lady and need to figure out what I’ve done wrong so I can make it up to her.”

Amado chuckled at him, “Should only be about an hour or so. The little lady misses you eh?”

“I guess. But she didn’t exactly say that. Accused me of treating her like a fashion accessory,” Pacho muttered following Amado out to his SUV.

“Hmm. I suppose I have been monopolizing your time here. This was in a way meant to be a vacation for the both of you, no?” Amado surmised as they drove off.

“In some ways, yes. I didn’t think she would react like this. She knew I would be mostly working here,” Pacho tried to rationalize it out loud.

“I must say... she has looked pretty annoyed these past few days. I don’t think the party life is really her style. I admit that the parties can get out of control or just plain obnoxious,” Amado admitted. “Though... I’m not going to lie... she hasn’t looked like she’s been feeling well. At least the last day or two, she’s looked a bit pale.”

Pacho’s frown deepened. Was she feeling unwell? If so, why didn’t she say so? Then again, with how constant he’s been in and out he probably wouldn’t have noticed if she was sick.

They make their rounds rather quickly, and soon are back at Amado’s home. Amado wished him luck as he disappeared down the hall.

Pacho quietly walked toward the shared bedroom he and Blix were staying in. As he reached the doorway, he stopped and observed her from afar.

She was sitting on the window nook, reading quietly, a cup of tea and a small plate of crackers, cheese and meats sitting next to her. He noticed her eyes looked a bit red, and he could tell she was struggling to focus on her book as she stared blankly at the pages.

Pacho silently made his way toward her, his movements causing her to glance up, somewhat startled. Pacho gently pulled the book from her hands, sitting it down. Pacho moved to kneel before her, holding her now free hands in his.

“I feel I may have been neglecting you unintentionally. I wish to apologize for that. I never meant for you to feel isolated or to feel like a mere object. How can I make this up to you?” Pacho spoke sincerely, kissing her hands.

Blix stared at him for a moment, biting her lip softly.

She thought back to the conversation she had early yesterday morning.

*FLASHBACK*

Pacho was out with Amado yet again that morning, and she was trying to not get annoyed at all of the loud music blasting downstairs.

‘You’re a guest here, don’t complain. It’s not that bad, you’re just cranky. Probably just PMS. Or you’re hungry.’

She noticed her phone going off, so she grabbed it and walked outside, putting some distance between her and the house.

She answered, “Diego? What ‘s up? You okay?”

“Yeah, I just wanted to let you know you had an urgent letter come in today? Would you like me to open it for you?” Diego asked, sounding somewhat confused.

“Who is it from?” Blix questioned, trying to think of who could possibly be sending her something marked urgent. All of her bills were paid as far as she was aware.

“A Doctor Greene?” Diego replied, the sound of paper ripping in the background.

“I swear if this man is about to say I am due for a wellness check…” Blix grumbled as she waited to hear what it was for.

Diego hummed a moment, mumbling a bit as he read through it. He sucked in a breath after a moment.

“Your silence is starting to worry me Diego, what does he want?” Blix asked, after checking to make sure the line didn’t disconnect.

“…You’ve… You’ve been on birth control right? Ever since… you’ve been with us right?” Diego questioned her after a moment.

“What does it say Diego?” Blix dreaded what was about to be said.

“He’s…. He says that the birth control you’ve been on the past few months… was a part of batch that was defective… Says to use a backup form of contraceptives until he can get a new prescription for you… and to see a doctor if you think you may be pregnant,” Diego lowered his voice as he read off the information.

Blix felt her world stop. She began to feel dizzy, and she had to take a moment to sit down on the sidewalk.

She took some deep breaths, trying to calm her rising panic.

“Blix? Blix. What… what do you want to do?” Diego eventually asked her, as he waited for her breathing to settle.

“I… I haven’t been experiencing any symptoms so far. We… we are going to keep this to ourselves. When we return… I will go to a doctor… and I’ll get checked out. This… this stays between us for the time being alright? I don’t want Pacho to know anything about this,” Blix stated firmly once her mind was able to focus again.

Diego agreed to follow her wishes and the call ended.

*FLASHBACK ENDS*

Though she was showing no symptoms, and her periods has never been reliable anyway, she had no way of knowing if she actually was pregnant. The worries and the questions were starting to get to her.

She looked at Pacho, sighing softly, “No. I’m sorry. I just… I’m not used to constant loud noise, and… I haven’t been sleeping well. Plus… I am usually sleeping next to you. It’s… it’s been lonely. I shouldn’t have been short with you.”

The thought of telling him what Diego informed her of was tempting, but she wasn’t really sure how he would react. Yes, they had made comments, small jokes about having kids, but they never had a serious conversation about it. Were either of them ready to be parents? Did they both actually WANT to be parents? However, there is also a chance she isn’t pregnant, and she is getting worked up for no reason.

“No. Do not apologize. I forgot how… rambunctious these parties can be and didn’t stop to think how much they would affect you. Let me take you out, we will spend the rest of the day… No. the rest of the week together. This is supposed to be our little holiday, right?” Pacho suggested with a soft smile.

Blix nodded in response, biting her lip gently.

The two of them spent the week, running around Juarez, exploring the city, and seeing the sights. They had long and quiet talks with Amado about the past and the future during the evening hours.

Once the week was over, was when chaos began to unfold back in Cali. The DEA was closing in on the brothers. It appeared that there may be a spy or a mole feeding them intel.

By third week… Gilberto was arrested, and Miguel was in charge.

By the end of the month, Pacho, Alvaro, and Blix were spending their last night in Juarez planning to return to Cali as soon as possible.

The three of them were enjoying a quiet night, Blix rolled her eyes slightly as Julio, Pacho’s fling, flirted obnoxiously with him. Julio got up to go answer the door, winking at Pacho.

“Please tell me he is staying here, and we are not bringing him back with us?” Blix asked lowly.

Pacho chuckled, “He’s staying here.”

Suddenly they heard screaming coming from the entrance and sound of rapid gunfire. Pacho quickly grabbed Blix’s hand, pulling her to run in front of him, with Alvaro next to him.

They ducked behind a wall, Pacho pulling out his gun, and tossing a spare to Alvaro. Pacho kept Blix tucked close to his side, away from the entrance, and the flying bullets.

Blix wasn’t sure when, but as she looked around Pacho, she noticed Alvaro looked deeply pained. He was slowly falling to the ground and losing his grip on the gun he held. Blix ran past Pacho to check on Alvaro.

Pacho yelled out her name, trying to stop her. She looked him over, noticing blood beginning to stain both the front and the back of his shirt. She grabbed his arm, tugging it around her neck so she could help lift him back up to his feet.

“We have to get out of here now!” She shouted to Pacho over the chaos.

Pacho nodded, waiting for a couple of his men to move to cover them. Once they were in position, Blix half ran half dragged Alvaro pass the open doorway to Pacho, who took the other side of Alvaro and the 3 of them ran to where his men had cleared a pathway.

They jumped into an SUV, Blix ripping off her jacket to press to Alvaro’s wound in the back, while Pacho grabbed a random towel to apply pressure to the front. The two of them looked at each other with worry, as the bleeding struggled to slow.

Thankful that their plane was nearby, and at the ready, their men carried Alvaro onto the plane, placing him someplace where he could lie somewhat comfortably as they continued to add more and more towels as the bleeding continued.

The trip back to Cali, back to safety felt like it took forever. An ambulance was waiting for them upon arrival, Alvaro was taken away to a nearby hospital, where round the clock security was available at all times.

The two of them returned home, in a daze. Diego greeted them, worry etched onto his face. He pulled the both of them into his arms, hugging them tightly.

Pacho was the first to pull away, strolling inside, looking somewhat dazed. Diego grip on Blix tightened as the two of them embraced. Blix felt shaky and a little nauseous as she stood there.

“Diego. I think I’m going to be sick,” Blix warned him, as she pulled away, moving somewhat quickly toward one of the bathrooms.

She barely made it as dinner made a second appearance. Blix took her time getting up once she was done and rinsed out her mouth. Diego stood nearby looking concerned.

“Think that’s the first time I’ve ever seen you get sick, and you’ve seen some pretty messed up shit,” Diego commented his voice barely above a whisper.

“Can’t think about that just yet. Once… Once we know how Alvaro is… we’ll…. Discuss… that,” Blix desperately needed a shower and was not ready to face the fact that he had a point.

Diego nodded, before leading her upstairs to shower. He stood nearby keeping an eye out for her. Once she was cleaned and dressed in fresh clothes the two of them looked toward Pacho’s room.

It had been quiet for too long. The two of them wandered down the hall, stopping once they reached his door. He had showered and changed as well they noted. He was sitting at the edge of his bed, his face resting on his hands as he stared blankly at the floor.

Diego and Blix looked at each other, before slowly venturing inside. The two of them coaxed him to lie down on his bed, the both of them slipping in next to him on either side.

Blix wasn’t sure how long it took any of them to fall asleep, but eventually they had.

They fell asleep with worry and fear in their hearts. They woke up with vengeance fueling their bodies as they were informed that while Alvaro survived, he had been paralyzed from the waist down. Pacho was not going to let this go lightly. Blix and Diego were prepared to do whatever it took to avenge Alvaro. His enemies were about to learn they should never have messed with his family.

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shadow-assassin-blix · 1 year ago

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A Picture is a Poem without Words

Chapter 19

It has finally arrived. It has been a crazy few months, and I have been chipping away at this chapter bit by bit during that time. Warnings: alludes to smut, and surprise, surprise: pregnancy. Please let me know if you want to be tagged for this (or any other story)!

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A few days had passed since the attack in Mexico, and Pacho had been in a foul mood. Diego and Blix had spent most of those days giving him space and trying not to upset him further.

One morning, Diego pulled Blix outside, away from all the guards and Pacho, who was pacing in his office talking to Miguel on the phone.

“Okay. Can we please talk about the elephant in the room here? When are you going to go see a doctor?” Miguel asked her.

“I keep waiting for a good time. It is a bit difficult to just leave when Pacho insists that I always have someone with me,” Blix quietly tried to explain, looking around.

“Waiting for a goo-? Honey, if you did that, you would be 5 months in by the time you would see a doctor. We are going today. Like. Right now,” Diego firmly stated, pulling her toward his car.

Blix blinked as she was essentially dragged to his car and shoved into the seat.

Forty minutes later, they were pulling up to a small clinic. Blix bit her lip nervously, staring up at the clinic. Diego softly encouraged her, stating he would be there the entire time. Diego held her hand as they walked up to the door.

Diego spoke with the receptionist, stating they had an appointment.

She looked at Diego with a raised eyebrow.

“You set up an appointment for me?” Blix quietly asked him as they sat with a clipboard of paperwork to fill out.

“Yep. Figured you would’ve chickened out. So, I got this setup for you and figured I just needed to be your support person for the entire thing,” Diego explained simply.

She smiled smally before turning to look at the paperwork and fill it out. Paperwork was finished and turned in swiftly, and they were left waiting. Blix tapped her foot softly, trying not to freak herself out with the ‘What if’s’ racing through her mind.

When her name was finally called, it took a moment for it to fully register in her mind. It wasn’t until Diego nudged her gently that she stood up and followed the nurse.

After the nurse took her weight, temperature, and blood pressure, noting it was a bit high, the nurse made her exit.

The doctor came in eventually, and Blix… honestly could not remember what he said. All she knew was that one moment, she was sitting in a room; next, she was being directed to a bathroom to pee in a cup. She did what she needed to do, washed her hands, and returned to the room where Diego was waiting, biting his nail a bit.

It felt like an eternity before the doctor returned with the results.

“Congratulations, Miss Lage, you are pregnant. I will have my nurse set you up with an OBGYN and get your appointments with them in place,” The doctor was almost too cheerful in giving this news.

Blix blinked owlishly at him, not fully registering what he said, “I’m what?”

“Pregnant. I assure you, the overwhelmed feeling is very normal,” The doctor attempted to reassure her as his nurse stepped in with paperwork.

“Here you are, the results and the best OBGYNs in Cali. Their number is listed at the bottom of the page. I am also sending you home with a list of prenatal vitamins you can pick up at this pharmacy. Once again, congratulations!” The nurse explained cheerfully to Blix and Diego.

Blix nodded her head, with a strained smile as Diego led her out. It was not until they were back in the car that it truly hit her.

“Holy fuck,” Blix breathed out, hands pressing against her abdomen.

As she sat there, looking down at her body, she did not notice Diego calling someone, nor did she notice the car moving a few minutes later. It wasn’t until they hit a pothole that it shook her out of her stupor.

Blix looked around, trying to figure out where they were going. She looked over at Diego, who held a very serious expression.

They soon pulled up to the offices of the OBGYN that was mentioned earlier.

“Did you… did you threaten?? A doctor into clearing out an appointment… for me???” Blix asked him slowly, almost not wanting to know the answer.

“What is it you Americans say on TV? I plead the fifth?” Diego questioned somewhat, waiting for Blix’s nod. “Yeah, I’ll never tell.”

“…You kinda did,” Blix mumbled as Diego stepped out of the car, running to open her door for her.

Diego held his hand out to her, wanting to help her out of the car.

“Diego. I’m…” She struggled to say it for a moment. “I’m pregnant. Not invalid or dying. I can get out of a car just fine… for now at least.”

Diego smiled sheepishly, “Sorry. Not gonna lie… I am a little excited about this.”

Blix returned his smile softly, “Let’s get this over with, he who threatened a poor doctor for this appointment.”

The two of them stepped inside, Blix trying not to comment on the fact that the lobby was very much empty and that the front desk nurse looked terrified.

They barely even said hello before the nurse ushered them into the back, leading them into an examination room.

Blix turned her gaze to Diego, giving him an exasperated look as the nurse trembled while asking her questions.

“Ma’am. Please take a breath. I don’t know what this fool said to y’all, but I promise you nothing is going to happen,” Blix attempted to ease the nurse’s nerves.

The nurse looked over at Diego with a small amount of fear, before taking a deep breath. She began to re-ask her questions but more calmly.

Blix answered them as best as she could and stuttered for a moment when asked if she remembered when her last period was.

“I honestly… don’t remember. My periods, even on birth control, have never been reliable,” Blix explained after thinking for a moment.

“Understandable. Dr. Garcia at the clinic ran a full panel on your blood and urine to confirm your pregnancy. We are going to see if we can see and hear the little bug, okay?” The nurse replied as she began to set up the ultrasound equipment.

“Alright, this is going to feel a bit chilly,” The nurse warned her as she began to put gel on her stomach.

Blix lightly flinched as it touched her skin. A moment later, the nurse took the ultrasound wand and began running it over her abdomen. Blix stared at the screen, not quite seeing anything but static in motion.

The nurse paused for a moment and said, “Well, ma’am. That little spot right here is your baby. And…if you listen closely, you will hear their heartbeat.”

The nurse pointed to a small, somewhat oval-shaped outline. Blix turned her head to the side, listening. She heard it a second later, the small beats drumming.

Diego had a huge smile on his face, “Pacho is going to be so happy.”

Blix felt a small amount of dread at that. Not because she didn’t think Pacho would be happy. However, there was someone within the organization that was giving up trade secrets. Enemies were closing in, and the danger was increasing with every month that passed as they got closer to the end of the deal.

The nurse took some photos, gave her a towel to clean herself, and set up her future appointments.

As they walked out, Diego was excitedly talking about all things baby.

“Diego. Stop. We are not saying anything to anyone. Not yet. Too much is going on right now,” Blix stated as the two of them got into the car.

“…then… when? When are you going to tell him? He deserves to know,” Diego was confused and somewhat concerned as he looked over at Blix.

“I don’t know. But I will tell him. I don’t plan to keep this from him. I just need to… wrap my head around it,” Blix felt overwhelmed.

Diego softly held her hand, squeezing it in a comforting manner.

“Okay. Sorry. I did kind of go overboard there didn’t I?” Diego gave a weak chuckle.

“No. I mean a little but you’re just excited. I never really thought I would be in this position,” Blix admitted staring down at her stomach.

“Understandable. I won’t overwhelm you by buying stuff or pushing you to talk to Pacho. However… Am I allowed to do window shopping for the baby though?” Diego asked, biting back a grin.

Blix chuckled, “Yes, you may window shop.”

The two of them drove home, talking about random things.

Pacho wasn’t at the house when they arrived; a guard mentioned he had left about 20 minutes earlier to meet with Miguel and Chepe.

That was how it was for a couple of weeks. Pacho would be home for a small window of time, before spending most of the day with Miguel trying to find whoever was betraying them. Blix caved a little and allowed Diego to buy a couple of small things for the baby.

The guards, she could tell, were concerned and somewhat catching onto the secret, especially as the morning sickness kicked into high gear.

Some of the guards, usually the older ones, flat-out asked her if she was pregnant. She would attempt to deny it, but most of them would shake their head and say, “Uh huh. Sure,” while smiling at her.

One morning, a younger guard came up to her and informed her that her presence was requested at Miguel’s.

She frowned at that but followed him to a car where Salcedo waited in the driver’s seat. The drive over was silent, as was the ride up the elevator to Miguel’s apartment.

She walked inside, glancing at all the men that stood in a circle. Miguel sat at his desk, with Gilberto talking on the phone’s speaker. Pacho and Chepe sat off to the side, speaking quietly.

Tension was thick in the air, and it only got worse as she moved to stand before Miguel.

“You wanted to speak with me?” Blix questioned bluntly.

“Blix. Always straight to the point. I’ve always appreciated that about you,” Miguel stated, staring at her.

“And you and your brother always drag things out with long-winded speeches. Something has happened, explain,” Blix said, not appreciating the look of scrutiny he gave her.

“Knife to the heart, this one,” Came Gilberto’s voice from the speaker.

Miguel explained in brief that the DEA almost caught him earlier that day. That Javier was part of the search team.

“Okay. And?” Blix raised an eyebrow.

“The brothers… are concerned that you are the leak. The spy little Lady,” Chepe spoke this time. “And while none of us want to suspect you, you have been acting rather odd, according to the guards.”

Blix blinked at him rapidly and looked toward Pacho, who refused to make eye contact with her.

“You’re… you’re joking. Me? The spy? Hilarious,” Blix shook her in disbelief.

She looked at each of their expressions, all of them grim. The men were a mixture of anger and discomfort.

“You’ve been disappearing a lot,” Pacho quietly mentioned.

“I’ve been with Diego? Ask him! I know you never doubted his loyalty to you,” Blix replied, hurt that he would even consider her being the spy.

Pacho looked down at his hands, not acknowledging her.

Blix sighed heavily, running a hand over her face in exasperation. Of all the things Miguel wanted to discuss, this was the last thing on her mind. She bit her lip, trying to calm herself down. She quietly reached into her bag and pulled out a folded piece of paper: the test results from the clinic.

She looked down at it for a moment, before looking over toward Salcedo.

She held it out to him, “You are the one Miguel trusts the most. Read it.”

Salcedo took it from her gently, after getting a nod of approval from Miguel. Salcedo unfolded it, looking at the paper with a furrowed brow. She knew he had gotten to the point of the paper when his eyebrows shot up in surprise. He looked at her, glancing over at Pacho for a moment, before returning his gaze to her.

Salcedo nodded briefly, “How has the morning sickness been?”

Blix snorted, “Awful. Why do they call it that when it lasts all day?”

“My wife… she struggled as well. I’ll have her send over her remedies for nausea for you. Miss Lage, if you do not mind, I’ll take you back home. You can go ahead and wait for me downstairs,” Salcedo softly told her, ignoring the protests from Miguel’s son.

Blix smiled at him appreciatively and returned to the elevator. As she did so, Salcedo turned to Miguel, who stared at him with confusion and some annoyance.

“All four of you… owe her an apology,” Salcedo declared as he set the paper down.

Salcedo strolled away, catching up with Blix downstairs to take her home.

Miguel grabbed it immediately, and his eyes widened in surprise as he read it.

“Oh,” Miguel simply said.

Pacho took the paper from him, not understanding what the hell was going on.

“This…is from a clinic… test results�� pre…” Pacho stuttered as he stared at the words “Pregnancy: Positive.”

“What is happening!? Why is no one speaking??” Gilberto questioned, not understanding the silence.

Chepe, who was now reading over a stunned Pacho’s shoulder, began to laugh loudly.

“It appears that there will be a little Pacho running around soon,” Chepe cackled, causing Miguel to cover his mouth to hide his chuckles.

Pacho ran a hand over his face, before standing up and walking into a quieter room. He grabbed one of the SAT phones and called Diego.

When he heard the line click as Diego answered, Pacho wasted no time.

“How long have you known?” Pacho asked immediately.

“…From the beginning. May I ask what is going on? Several of the guys are talking about how… Miguel suspects that she was the spy?” Diego asked, confused.

“…Several of them came to us to tell us she had been leaving the house a lot, and no one knew why. We… we jumped to conclusions,” Pacho admitted with shame.

“…We… No. You… you didn’t really… Surely you know that she loves you more than she does her own life, right? Surely you wouldn’t have stupidly thought she was going to her ex, and spilling all of our secrets to him?” Diego questioned him, anger in his voice.

Pacho winced as he thought back to the look of hurt and betrayal on her face.

He heard the phone click, followed by the dial tone. Diego hung up on him.

Pacho sighed loudly, muttering under his breath, as he made his way out of the apartment.

Pacho got into the elevator, but before the doors could close, Chepe joined him. Chepe looked like the cat that got the canary.

“So… what are we going to do to make it up to our little Lady? Because… for you, I don’t think groveling and sex are going to fix this. Me… I don’t think I really want to become her punching bag,” Chepe said, attempting to be serious.

Pacho mumbled an agreement, not knowing what to say… or think.

He had to think of a way to fix this… quick.

Blix sat in the car, staring at the dash blankly. When Salcedo got into the car, she barely acknowledged his presence. He took her back to the house, and as she walked inside, Diego appeared in front of her, pulling her into a hug.

“Pacho called. That damn idiot. For him to even think you would betray us,” Diego whispered, trying to comfort her.

Blix shrugged, not knowing what to say; she felt numb. Blix pulled away from him, moving toward her room. She studied the room before making a decision. She grabbed a small bag and packed a couple of clothes and some toiletries.

Diego, who had followed her, asked her what she was doing.

Blix replied, “I am going to go spend a few days away. I need to be alone, and away from… all of this.”

Blix couldn’t believe the morning she had so far. She was hurt, and it was slowly turning to anger. If she stuck around here much longer, she was going to snap.

She finished getting her bag ready, before hopping in one of the cars and driving herself to her private apartment. She stopped by the store to grab some groceries for a few days, filling up her fridge with some simple meals.

Days passed before she decided she was ready to return home. Pacho called several times on the first two days before the calls slowed to once a day. The messages were usually just Pacho apologizing a lot and telling her how much he missed her.

The day before she drove home, she had listened to the message that Pacho had left her for the day. He started off with his usual apology and ‘miss you.’

Before he said, “I hope you come home soon. Please. I want to make this right. I know I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions. I was… I was blinded by trying to find this spy… I lost sight of everything. I know it will take some time for you to forgive me. I just want to know you’re safe. You…and our baby. Please come home.”

Blix wasn’t sure she was ready to forgive him, but she knew she couldn’t hide out here forever. The drive was slow going, but soon enough, she pulled into the garage and parked the car. She grabbed her bag, before walking inside quietly.

In the living room stood Pacho, Diego, and Chepe. Pacho was the first to notice her and took a step toward her. She shook her head, stopping his movements as she walked further in. She stood before all three of them.

“Diego. In a little bit, do you want to go shopping with me? We should umm. Stock up on some things… As for the two of you,” She looked at both Pacho and Chepe. “and this applies to the brothers as well. If any of you, after all this time, ever accuse me of betraying you again, I will simply shoot you. Point blank. Will it be shoot to kill or shoot to wound, I don’t know. Guess it depends on how pissed off I am.”

Chepe nodded, “Understood, sweet Lady.”

Pacho was silent and after a moment, held out his hand to her. She slowly took it and allowed him to lead her upstairs. He led her to a room that was situated between hers and his, quietly telling her to open the door.

She glanced at him briefly as she did so. She felt her breath catch as she took in the room. It was a nursery. Soft green covered the walls, and a changing station was positioned near the ensuite bathroom. A crib sat opposite it, with a rocking chair posed next to it.

“This is what you did the past few days?” Blix asked, her voice just above a whisper.

“Yes. I know… I know you’re not going to forgive me anytime soon. I understand that. Hell, you made me suffer three weeks for ‘smothering you’ with guards. I just wanted to let you know that I am still here for you. That you are still mine, as I am yours. I wish… I had given you a chance to tell me about our baby properly… Instead, I accused you of something I knew in my soul wasn’t true, but my emotions blinded me to everything,” Pacho spoke from the doorway.

“You’re right… it will take me some time to forgive you… but this is… this is a good start,” Blix replied, turning to look at him.

Blix stepped over to him, and hesitantly, reached out for him. He straightened up, and gently held his arms open for her, as she moved closer, embracing him. His arms held her close to him as he pressed small kisses to the top of her head.

“You’re an ass,” Blix mumbled into his shirt.

“I know. I’m sorry, my shark,” Pacho murmured into her hair. “May I…. may I join you and Diego in shopping?”

Blix let out a small laugh and nodded her head, “Yes. You may come with.”

Pacho held her for a bit longer, not quite wanting to move just yet.

“And I was serious about what I said earlier. Accuse me of such nonsense again, I will shoot you,” Blix stated firmly, looking up at him.

“Yes, ma’am. I will gladly let you,” Pacho whispered to her, placing a small kiss to the tip of her nose.

Her nose crinkled at the slight tickle it caused.

Pacho walked with her back downstairs, Chepe and Diego nowhere in sight. Pacho led her to his Thunderbird after a guard informed them that Diego was driving Chepe back home. The two of them drove into town and stopped at a high-end baby store.

When the car was parked, Pacho helped her out of the car and held her hand the entire time they were in the store. They got a few more pieces of furniture and stocked up basics such as diapers, wipes, and formula. The two of them briefly looked at clothes, but ultimately decided that they should wait until they knew the gender.

They compiled a list of items for a baby shower that Blix knew would happen soon enough, given the wives' inability to contain themselves. Blix was sure that they all knew by now and were chomping at the bit to start planning a party for her. Their purchases were set for delivery, and the two of them decided to spend the day shopping.

When they finally returned home, several guards gave their congratulations to them, as they walked inside. Pacho made her dinner and spent the evening treating her like a queen.

They took a long bath together, and Pacho’s soft touches were driving her nuts. Her nerves felt on fire. As they got into bed, Pacho made a show of kissing her from the top of her foot, all the way up her leg, pressing many kisses on her abdomen, before moving further up. When he finally got to her lips, his kisses became slow and deep.

“Pacho. Please,” Blix whispered softly against his lips.

Pacho spent the entire night making sure she was well-loved. As she was falling asleep, she quietly heard Pacho whispering against her abdomen.

“I know I’m making assumptions here. But I get the feeling you’re going to be my little princess. I promise… I will always protect you, my sweet child,” Pacho spoke softly.

Blix fell asleep feeling happier than she had in weeks.

When she woke up, she was alone but surrounded by roses. She shook her head as she looked at all the red and pink roses that were laid out all around her. She sat up slowly, nausea creeping in. Blix took a few minutes to take some deep breaths to calm herself before gingerly getting up and dressed.

As she made her way downstairs, she saw Salcedo holding a bag, speaking to Pacho.

“Please tell me that is for the nausea that is trying to kill me?” Blix asked as she strolled down the stairs.

Salcedo chuckled, “Yes, there are teas and some herbal medicines that are easy on the stomach. And honey. My wife swore that honey and mint tea was the best thing.”

“Bless you and your wife,” Blix was so happy she could cry.

Pacho took the bag and brought it into the kitchen. She could hear him pull out the kettle and fill it with water.

Salcedo wished her a good day and left after that. Blix found it slightly odd as he almost rushed to get out of there, tension in his shoulders.

Blix shook her head, thinking she was just imagining it, before heading into the kitchen and watching Pacho make her a cup of tea. He gently placed it in front of her, pressing a quick kiss to the side of her head.

“Nausea acting up, my love?” He quietly asked her as he watched her shakily take a sip.

Blix nodded her head, sipping the tea slowly. She sighed in some relief a few minutes later when the nausea finally began to fade.

Pacho pressed a couple more kisses as she relaxed further.

“The wives have been blowing up my phone all morning, wanting to know when you would like to begin planning the baby shower,” Pacho informed her.

Blix snorted at that, “Of course they are. They’ve been dropping hints for almost a year that when we finally were expecting how pretty our baby will be, and ‘they will be so spoiled.’ Now, I will never be able to escape them.”

Pacho chuckled at her, “Bit dramatic, don’t you think?”

“Have you met their wives?” Blix countered, eyebrow raised.

Pacho quietly said, “Fair.”

The two of them spent the rest of the day in a peaceful silence. For the time being, they were safe in their own little world. Tomorrow, they return to reality and refocus on their goals.

#pacho herrera #pacho x oc #narcos

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A Picture is a Poem without Words

Chapter 17

A/N: Boy....it’s been a minute eh? Well. I am trying to get back into the habit of writing again. So we shall see how that goes. Dresses and shoes mentioned are from Pinterest. Lace dress (x) Party Dress (x) Shoes (x)

Warnings: Canon typical violence. Many allusions too smut, but nothing to great in detail.

Taglist: @yungkvte @mcrmarvelloki @realm-of-azrael and @shootingthroughthesky0905 @mikeisthricedeceased

The next several days passed by in a blur. Blix hardly ate and slept far more than usual. She would wake up crying, after a night filled with nightmares.

On the morning of the 5th day, she woke up with a heavy sigh. She slowly sat up, looking around her room. After the second night of nightmares, she began sleeping in her room and not Pacho’s not wanting to worry him. Or wake him constantly.

Blix dragged herself from her bed, taking a long shower to wake herself up. Once she was done, and dried off, she stared blankly at her closet.

‘I want something comfortable but… not slobby.’

She spotted a sundress that she hadn’t worn in a while: a white lace mini dress that was made of soft materials.

She slowly slid it on, slipping on some white flats to match.

Blix sat at her vanity, looking at her reflection wincing slightly at how tired and puffy her eyes looked. She looked down at her makeup, deciding to keep it simply with some pink lip gloss. She slid on her shark necklace and the shark tooth earrings that matched. She brushed her long mane of hair and twisted it up into a simple bun.

Taking a breath, she nodded at her appearance, before standing up and walking out of her room.

She quietly walked downstairs, looking around, trying to spot Pacho in the crowd of guards.

She finally spotted him, near one of the couches, talking to Chepe.

Blix slowly strolled over to him, smiling softly at guards who greeted her. Once she was standing next to him, she slowly reached over and held his hand in hers. He looked down in slight surprise, his own smile forming on his face as he gripped her hand tightly.

“Good morning little fox. It’s nice to see you out and about with us,” Chepe commented leaning over to kiss her forehead.

“Needed to get out of my room. Some sunlight. What’s happening right now?” Blix asked, her voice slightly hoarse from her crying.

“Just a meeting about security surrounding the party. We need to be highly aware of who we let in or near it. Don’t want anyone from the DEA sniffing around,” Pacho softly explained, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close to him.

“Knowing them, they’ll plant someone whose low level as like wait staff. Look for anyone who has family that’s been struggling financially,” Blix replied, curling into his side.

The two of them nodded in response, Chepe smirking slightly as he walked off.

“Shall we go out? I think it’s been a while since I’ve taken you out on a date. I want to be a bit selfish today, and keep you to myself,” Pacho whispered to her, giving her a small kiss.

Blix smiled at him, kissing him back, with a nod of her head.

“Yeah. I wanna be selfish too, and keep YOU to myself,” Blix whispered back.

“Then let’s get out of here. Get you something light to eat for breakfast, and then we will go,” Pacho said leading her into the kitchen.

She quickly grabbed a granola bar and a bottle of water, following him out to his Corvette. She ate her food and drank her water, as the two of them drove away from the house.

The two of them drove around the countryside, just enjoying the sunshine and fresh air. Blix held his hand, leaning her head back, smiling contently.

She felt her hand being lifted, and looked over at him, watching as he kissed her hand a few times.

“It’s nice to see you smile, darling,” Pacho commented sweetly. “Was wondering if I was ever going to see it again.”

“Sorry if I worried you. I just…needed to be alone. Needed to…process everything. It’s strange no longer having to go to work anymore. It’s actually kind of freeing,” Blix replied, leaning over to kiss his shoulder quickly.

“But now, you work fully for us. Stress levels may not be much different, but the benefits are much better in my opinion,” Pacho joked.

“Oh? What benefits would that be?” Blix asked him with a teasing grin.

“Oh, we will explore those… intensely… all night long if need be,” Pacho answered, his voice low and seductive.

Blix giggled at him, shaking her head.

The two of them simply continued their drive, cruising through the city. Blix bit her lip, as she noticed where they were.

“Turn left here,” she suddenly directed him, making up her mind.

Pacho looked at her with mild confusion but followed her directions, eventually driving into the parking garage of a large apartment complex.

“Where are we?” Pacho questioned as they got out and made their way into the elevator.

“My secret place,” Blix answered softly.

They eventually got out on the top floor, stepping into a hallway that only had two doors. Blix made her way toward the door on the left, opening it with a key card that she dug out of her bag.

She stepped inside, leaving the door wide open for Pacho to follow in behind.

“So. No one knows about this place. It is my home away from home. I have it under a pseudonym. You are the only person I’ve ever shown this place to,” Blix explained to him, as they stood in her living room.

Pacho looked around curiously, his eyes wandering over to the wall of pictures she had. Blix noticed the small frown on his face, and knew he was staring at the one of her and Javier dancing.

She walked over to the wall, and took it down, along with a few others that were of just her and Javier. She took the pile over to a closet, setting them down in the first empty box she came across in it. She looked over the remaining photos, and gently pulled down one from the wall that was of her and Horacio with his family. It was his birthday, and although he insisted on not wanting to celebrate it, they had a small party.

Julianna wanted to take a family photo together, and Blix stood off to the side, watching with a smile as the four of them lined up. Julianna had them wait, looking around before spotting her. Julianna waved her over, claiming, “I said I wanted a family photo, get over here.” Blix had meekly walked over, not expecting that. She stood next to Horacio, with the kids in front, and Julianna tucked into his side, smiling brightly. Horacio threw an arm around her shoulders, resting it there while his other held Julianna close to him. Blix had made bunny ears with her hands behind the kids’ heads at the last moment causing many laughs when the photo came out.

Blix smiled at it softly, holding it to her chest, turning around to face Pacho.

“This is me showing how much I trust you. How much I love you, and you alone. Javier was my past. You are my future. Is it a future where I may still get shot at, or caught in an explosion? High probability. Am I willing to face all of that if you’re by my side? Yes,” Blix vowed to him, switching to English.

Pacho stepped up to her, taking the frame out of her hands, tossing it softly onto the couch. His hands then cupped her face, staring deeply into her eyes. He leaned his head down to rest his forehead against hers.

“I thank you for showing me this. I know your trust has been betrayed too many times in the past. I promise to never take it for granted or let you down. I want you to always feel comfortable coming to me for anything. And… you’re right. I’ve had some doubts since you informed me that Peña had returned. That maybe apart of you was missing him and wanting to go back to him. Especially when you stayed alone in your room for so long and avoided my touch for days,” Pacho said with a sigh, as his hands slid down to her waist.

“I’m sorry that I made you think that. Honestly… he hasn’t been a blip in my mind in months. Hell. He drunk called me the night that Gacha was killed to tell me he had regrets. Yet… I felt nothing during that conversation. All I could think about… was you. I’ve been yours and yours alone for quite some time,” Blix confessed to him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

Pacho looked at her with mild surprise.

“That long my love?” Pacho inquired, not quite believing it, switching back to Spanish.

She nodded her head yes, “I’m yours, and you’re mine. Nothing is going to change that.”

Pacho smiled at her in response, leaning down to kiss her. The kiss was passionate and breathtaking. Blix slowly walked backwards to lead the both of them toward the bedroom. The back of her legs eventually hit the side of the bed. She pulled away for a moment, to catch her breath and gently shrug off the dress she wore. Pacho took off his shirt, and pants, kissing and nipping at her throat as he did so.

Once he was mostly undressed, she took a step backwards onto the bed, standing on her knees. Kissing him multiple times, as she ran her fingers through his hair, as he shoved off his boxers haphazardly.

“Hands above your head darling,” Pacho ordered her, his eyes darkening as he watched her lay down on the bed.

She did as she was told, biting her lip softly. She gently grasped the bars of her bed frame to keep her hands from moving as Pacho crawled on top of her.

He gazed down at her, brushing her hair away from her face; his eyes held so much emotion within them.

“You belong to me, as I belong to you; mind, body, and soul. Not going to lie, I never thought you would take permanent residence in my heart when I first met you, and yet…” Pacho confessed kissing her softly.

“Does it upset you?” Blix asked him with a small smile.

“Not one bit. My world is full of darkness and pain… being with you makes my life brighter,” Pacho answered her, his hand running up and down her side.

Time melted away as the two of them spent part of the day wrapped up in each other’s arms chasing their highs, multiple times. The two of them didn’t clean up and get dressed before making their way back out to his car, until the sun began to set. They went to a small restaurant to eat dinner, finally returning home well after dark.

The two of them took a proper shower, smiling softly at one another as the water poured over them. Once they were both cleaned and dried off, they crawled under the covers, not bothering to get dressed. Blix fell asleep, tucked into his side, her head resting on his chest.

Pacho looked down at her, brushing her hair away from her face.

“If you only knew… that I’d burned the whole world down for you, if it meant your happiness,” Pacho whispered as he too fell asleep minutes later.

Blix woke up in the wee hours of the morning, not quite sure what had woken her. As her brain registered everything, she could hear the sounds of rain pouring outside, and an ache growing in her shoulder.

Blix sat up slowly, rolling her shoulder trying to work out the pain. After a few minutes of trying to gain some sort of relief, she gave up, sighing heavily.

She stood from the bed, grabbing a robe to cover herself up as she made her way downstairs in search of some ibuprofen.

As she walked into the kitchen she could hear a couple of guards talking out by the indoor pool area. She planned to ignore it until she heard her name being dropped.

“…Do you really think they’ll keep her around now that she no longer is a federal agent? What use is she to the brothers? I mean, from the looks of it she just seems to be entertainment for Pacho,” She heard a guard state to another.

“You haven’t been here very long brother. One she still has connections that not even the brothers know about I’m quite sure. As for Pacho? Don’t let him or Diego hear you say that she is ‘just entertainment.’ Last guy who insulted her and Pacho heard about it, the guy wound up becoming fish food. I don’t even think she knows about it to be honest,” She heard Maurice’s voice that time.

Blix paused in her movements to get medicine as she thought about what was said. In some ways, the first guard was correct. She had no purpose now. She didn’t have the safety net of being a federal agent to protect her from them killing her.

She shuffled her way back to bed, medicine forgotten as she was hit with a sense of dread.

‘They… they wouldn’t…right? Not after this long? Or… rather… Pacho wouldn’t allow them to do anything…right?’

Her thoughts were running rampant as she stepped into the bedroom. However, every thought stopped the second her eyes landed on Pacho, who was on his back, the covers barely covering him.

Blix.exec has crashed.

When she finally realized that she had been standing there ogling gazing at him for several minutes, she simply shook her head and tossed her robe off to the side. She rejoined him under the covers, adjusting them a bit to re-cover him. She curled up next to him, sighing softly as his arms wrapped around her.

“You okay my queen?” His voice low and full of sleep. “You took a while to rejoin me.”

“I’m good. Just…overthinking as usual,” she whispered to him, kissing his chest.

“Hmm. We’ll talk later about that annoying habit. For now,” Pacho turned onto his side, pulling her as close as possible to him, arms wrapped around her securely.

Blix shook her slightly at him, and with a small hum, she returned the gesture, wrapping her arms around him as well.

She fell asleep slowly, shoving her worries away from her mind.

When she woke up again it was to Pacho and Diego having a low conversation.

“I’ve had to talk to several of our men and calm them down after the incident at the docks. They all seem to think that she may have been involved. Despite the fact that she has nothing to do with DEA. They would believe it more coming from you, Pacho,” Diego informed him.

“I’ll take care of it. I know, and the brothers know she wouldn’t do anything to harm us. The only DEA agent she even spoke to the most was Pena, and he hasn’t been in Colombia in over a month. She wouldn’t go to anyone but him, so no. She’s not involved,” Pacho voice was firm in his reply. “Plus, she doesn’t know about all of our locations in America, yet.”

“if you’re gonna talk about me, should probably do so when I’m not near you to hear,” Blix rasped softly as she slowly sat up.

She held the covers to her chest, as she looked between the two men.

“Sorry, my queen. Some men are just… paranoid. Most of them trust you, and know you wouldn’t do us any harm,” Pacho tried to assure her.

Her frown deepened the more he spoke, and then the conversation she overheard last night crept into her mind. She looked away, trying not to show her worries.

Pacho stared at her for a long minute, before softly telling Diego to give them a minute.

Once they were alone, Pacho reached out turning her head back to him.

“What happened?” Was all he asked.

Blix looked down, biting her lip for a moment before telling him what she had heard.

“…and I kept help but think that they have a point. I got you the deal y’all wanted. It’s basically cemented. What further use do you have for me? Especially when I am no longer a federal agent? I ju-” Her rambling was cut off by Pacho kissing her.

Blix didn’t react, at first, not expecting it. Pacho pulled away slightly, staring into her eyes.

“First and foremost, you are not entertainment. You are my Queen. A Goddess among mere men. The Lady of Cali. Being reduced to mere ‘entertainment’ means you are replaceable. You’re not. Secondly, you’ve proven your value beyond being a federal agent. You have more valuable knowledge and talent than half the men in the entire cartel. Let me tell you something. You have so much power, that many people fear you. Escobar. During that party, do you know what he said to Gilberto?” He waited for her to shake her head. “He said to be careful working with a woman who shows such fierce loyalty. She would burn the world for him. I would hate to see what she would do as an act of revenge.”

Blix stared at him, not fully processing what he was saying.

“Hell, both of the brothers have talked about leaving the empire to YOU. Have YOU run it in silence, while we serve our time, because you are the only one who would be capable of doing so. Now. Tell me… Does that sound like we plan to get rid of you at any point?” Pacho asked her his face serious.

Blix blinked rapidly at that, “They… they what?”

“Yes. Now, get rid of those doubts. You’re not going nowhere. You’re mine and staying forever,” Pacho ended his small tirade with a nod.

Pacho pulled her up to stand before stating, “Now, we have much to do, My Lady of Cali. Party is in two days, and you still need a dress; Marta will be arriving in a few minutes to help take care of that. I need to go strangle some of my men and have a firm conversation with the rest.”

Blix nodded her head, before grabbing his arm to stop him from leaving just yet.

She quietly thanked him, leaning up to kiss him, that he happily returned. She whispered against his lips a soft ‘I love you’ before making her way to the closet to get dressed.

His closet had slowly become a combination of both of their clothes the past few weeks. His room was slowly turning into ‘their’ room. Her bedroom was more for when she needed space and time to herself at this point.

Blix got dressed into some pants and a Beatles shirt with zip-up hoodie over it. She tossed on some boots, after grabbing a random pair of socks before going downstairs. Marta was just entering the house when she arrived in the living room. The two exchanged greetings, leaving soon after.

The two of them drove into downtown Cali, parking in one of the garages that was owned by her father. They strolled down to the high-end shops and began their search. The first three stores, they didn’t find anything that looked good.

Blix was standing in the dressing room of the fourth store, looking at some of the dresses with distaste when Marta appeared next to her suddenly with a large smile.

“I think I found the one!” she exclaimed with a giggle.

She handed over a strapless, soft blue dress, with a corseted bodice and light off the shoulder sleeves.

Blix tried it on, showing it off once she had the lacing adjusted properly.

Marta squealed, “You look so sexy in that! Pacho won’t know what hit him!”

Blix lightly twirled, the skirt, though short, fluttered delicately.

“I agree. I like the simplicity but sexiness of it. Now, to find some shoes to go with it,” Blix noted with a smile, stepping back into the dressing room to change back.

She delicately carried the dress with her to the shoe section, trying to find a pair that matched the dress.

Blix eventually spotted a pair of light blue leather high heels that matched it quite well. After getting the size she needed, she went to pay for her items. However, Marta had already taken care of the bill.

“You’ve helped me with so much. Plus, I owe you for helping me with wedding plans,” Marta waved her off, when Blix protested.

Blix sighed, shaking her head, before conceding. The two of them got brunch before returning to Pacho’s house.

Marta waved goodbye from her car as Blix strolled into the house with her bags; Blix returning the gesture.

Pacho was sitting on the couch, reading quietly. Blix looked around, trying not to think too much about the men that were cleaning the floors; remnants of something red being mopped up.

One of the few maids that worked for Pacho offered to take her bags from her. Blix thanked her as she handed them over, asking her to place them in the closet.

Blix strolled over to him, gently ducking under his arms, as she placed herself in his lap. She curled up into his lap, as he softly chuckled at her.

“Hello, my shark, find an outfit for the party?” Pacho asked her as his free arm wrapped around her waist, pausing in his reading as he spoke to her.

“Indeed. I think you’ll like it a lot. Do… do I wanna know what happened while I was gone?” Blix hesitantly questioned.

“Nothing. Just clearing up some misunderstandings is all,” Pacho replied casually, his eyes returning to his book.

She shook her head at him, before glancing at the book he was reading. Don Quixote.

Blix smiled, biting back a small laugh as she read the title. She closed her eyes, listening to the sound of Pacho’s heartbeat letting it lull her into a light sleep.

The next few days passed by in a blur of colorful decorations. Soon, it was the night of the party and Blix was getting ready as Pacho gave last minute orders to his men.

She had just finished curling her hair and was putting the finishing touches to her makeup when Pacho finally walked into the bedroom to change.

“Oh? My Queen has yet to put on her dress? Do you plan to go in just this robe? While I wouldn’t mind, I’d have to rip out the eyes of every man who looked at you,” Pacho teased her, gently playing with a lock of her hair.

“Making sure I don’t get anything on the dress. I’m about to change,” Blix smiled at him.

She got up, walking behind her folding partition to change. She had the dress hanging, with the shoes directly below it. Tossing the robe she was wearing to hang over the top of the partition, she gently stepped into the dress, sliding it up her body. She took a moment to adjust the corset, making sure it sat securely around her.

Blix quickly stepped into the shoes and waited a moment listening to Pacho’s footsteps as he got ready. When they finally paused, with a small tap to the floor, letting her know he was done and waiting.

She slowly stepped out from behind the divider with a small smile, that grew as she watched Pacho’s expression.

His eyes widen, jaw slightly dropped, as his gaze took her in. She walked up to him, noting his eyes darkening as she got closer.

“What do you think? You like?” Blix asked coyly standing directly in front of him.

“I am currently debating whether or not my presence is necessary… Since I’d rather toss you on that bed and punish you for wearing something so sexy. Now, I’m going to have to kill every man who even glances at you,” Pacho answered, his voice dark.

Blix shivered at his tone, finding it very attractive. She leaned over pressing a kiss to his jaw, before twirling around him, sauntering out the door.

“Are you coming darling?” She cheekily called over her shoulder.

By the time she reached the top of the staircase, Pacho caught up to her, smacking her on the ass once he did.

She playfully glared at him, as the two of them walked down the stairs together. Pacho smirked at her, his arm wrapping around her, his hand resting on her hip.

They met Diego and several of the men that were going with them at the bottom of the stairs before heading outside. Pacho shrugged on black leather jacket that was tossed to him, before handing her a jacket that looked just like his but in feminine form.

Blix slipped it on as Pacho led her over to his motorcycle a moment later. She looked around and saw multiple motorcycles and the men getting on them.

“Thought we were a cartel not a motorcycle gang?” Blix inquired with a smirk.

Pacho simply smirked back, before holding out a hand to help her straddle the back of it. She adjusted herself for a moment, wrapping her arms around him tightly as the bike rumbled to life.

The ride to Gilberto’s home was swift and soon they were dismounting the bikes, scattering every which way as they entered the party.

Pacho and Blix made their way into Gilberto’s office where they were greeted by both brothers and Chepe. Chepe handed Pacho a bottle of whiskey that Blix immediately recognized as American. Blix shook her head as they cracked it open and poured themselves a drink from it.

They offered a glass to her, and she took it with a sigh, “More of a bourbon girl but it is a sin to waste good whiskey.”

Chepe chuckled loudly at her response as Pacho simply pulled her into his side, the five of them toasting a moment later.

She listened quietly as Pacho mentioned Claudio Salazar and wanting to solve unfinished business. She gently squeezed his hand, noting the fury behind his eyes that seemed to be brewing. Gilberto firmly informed that now wasn’t the time just yet; Pacho accepted his answer, but she could tell he wasn’t happy by it.

The five of them walked outside to join the party, making the rounds, greeting several men and their wives. The entire time, Pacho never once let go of her hand as they strolled around the backyard.

Blix noted there were many politicians and military officers sprinkled throughout the party.

“DEA eat your heart out. If any of them saw the number of government officials that were here, they would die of shock,” Blix mumbled an eyebrow raised as they passed one.

“I’m sure they would. Guess it’s a good thing none of them here… nor any other federal agents,” Pacho responded lowly.

Blix turned to look at him, pausing in her footsteps. When Pacho stopped as well, she leaned against his body looking into his eyes.

She pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips, “Even if I was one, still wouldn’t betray you.”

“Never said anything ab-” Pacho began to deny.

“I know, but I also know you quite well too. A small part of you worries that I’m playing some sort of long game. That I plan to betray you once I gather all my evidence. I hope to continue to disappoint those thoughts of yours,” Blix whispered, kissing him on the lips properly.

Pacho gently grasped her chin, deepening the kiss for a moment. The two of them broke a part a minute later, smiling softly at one another.

Pacho retook her arm, and they continued their stroll through the party for about an hour before Gilberto finally called them off to side to make the announcement.

Blix stood by Pacho’s side near the stage as Gilberto and Miguel announced the future of the Cali cartel: 6 months of uninterrupted production and sales, before minimum jail time.

Blix watched the crowd, noticing a couple of faces looking displeased at the news. Many appeared to be alright; some even looked excited.

The party lasted for a couple of hours more, before Blix found herself back in Gilberto’s office, sitting on the arm of the leather chair that Pacho sat in.

The five of them were listening to the tapes of the four sicarios that they had felt would try to betray them. Claudio Salazar being one of them.

The Gentlemen discussed their fates, as Blix listened to them.

“Do you disagree with anything we’ve said Blix?” Miguel eventually asked her, turning all eyes toward her.

“They’re a threat. If we don’t deal with them now, then they are going to do something drastic to either stop the deal or get one of us killed. The Salvadors have already proven in the past that they don’t give a shit about whose throats they step on to get a leg up,” Blix answered calmly.

Pacho’s hand, which was resting on her thigh, gave it a small squeeze in appreciation.

The others nodded in agreement before making the calls to get rid of them as fast as possible.

Pacho stood up suddenly and ordered a car to take Blix home before he stepped out of the office.

Blix gave a look of confusion before standing up as well and following him.

“Why are you sending me home? Why can’t I come with you to take care of Salvador?” Blix questioned as she caught up to him.

“Because I do not need you to see that side of me,” Pacho replied his voice quiet.

“You’re sidelining me… because you’re worried that I’ll what? Be scared of you? Judge you? Handsome, you have yet to judge me for my dark parts. Why would I do the same for you? I am going and that’s that,” Blix said, with a firm nod of her head.

Pacho watched her walk past him to his motorcycle, getting on it and waiting for him. She didn’t notice the small smile that crept up on his face as he watched her. He eventually followed her footsteps, kissing her briefly before straddling the bike.

The two of them, plus the rest of the men who came with them, rode off going toward a small bar in the middle of nowhere.

Once they stopped, Blix followed slowly behind, letting Diego be at Pachos’ side, and quietly held Pacho’s jacket. He kissed her forehead swiftly, before going further inside. She watched from the doorway, as Pacho changed the music to ‘Dos Gardenias’ and make nice with Claudio. She smirked as she watched Pacho and Diego dance, noting everyone stopping to watch them.

She chuckled as she watched how uncomfortable Claudio became every time they kissed.

Blix straightened up as she watched Pacho walk back over to Salazar, smashing the bottle onto his head. His men then rushed over as the crowd dispersed, grabbing both Salazars.

She led them outside, where his men tied up Claudio with ropes, and tying the other sides to the backs of their motorcycles. Diego held down his brother, forcing him to watch.

As his men got him secured, Blix strolled over to Pacho holding his jacket open, politely assisting him in putting it back on. Pacho turned back around to face her, his hands moving to cup her face. She placed her hands over his, looking him directly in the eyes. Pacho kissed her on the lips firmly.

She kissed him back, her hands moving to the collar of his shirt and jacket, gripping them tightly.

He pulled away far too soon for her liking and watched as he inspected the work his men did. Once he was satisfied he sauntered back toward his bike, his hand grabbing hers, pulling her along. The two them hopped onto his bike; she listened to him rev the engine drowning out the sounds of Claudio pleading.

She focused on the sounds of the engine, ignoring the sudden screams as Pacho started to move forward. He lurched the bike once, twice, and by the third time he was gunning it. There was a pause in movement before they were freely driving off.

He drove a bit before stopping to quickly cut the rope off near some guards that had been stationed a half mile down. They quickly grabbed the arm that had been ripped off, tossing it into the back of a trunk.

The two of them left soon after, driving back home. Once the motorcycle was parked in the garage, and both of them were inside the house, Pacho turned to her.

“I was not trying to sideline you to be cruel. I wasn’t sure how you would react to my brutality. Diego was also unsure about how you would feel about our little display. Not going to lie… I was afraid that it would cause you to run off. Or that you would look at us differently. However… I apparently had nothing to worry about,” Pacho confessed to her, his hand reaching up to play with a lock of hair.

“Again. You’ve seen my callousness and didn’t judge me. In fact, pretty sure you found me extremely sexy when I was like that. Well… turnabouts fair play. That was probably one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen you do. Now… can we go upstairs finally?” Blix asked him with smile. “Besides… I don’t think you’ve realized something.”

Pacho gave her a look of suspicion, trying to figure out what she was referring to. She smiled secretively walking away, glancing back at him several times as she led him upstairs to their bedroom. She had kicked off her shoes as she entered the room, turning to look at him as she walked backwards to the bed.

He tossed his jacket onto a chair and removed his shoes as well, still looking at her curiously. She lifted her hand up, signaling for him to come hither with a single finger. She watched him step forward, pausing when he was directly in front of her. She took his hand, and placed it on her thigh, making sure it was under the skirt of her dress.

Pacho squinted a bit, his fingers spreading out. He realized a moment later what she meant.

“You… you’re not wearing underwear..” He breathed out, his eyes fluttering shut as a groan escaped him.

She undid the corset, allowing the dress to crumble down her body to show she wore nothing underneath the dress.

When he opened his eyes, noting the fabric that was now resting on his hand, his eyes darkened as he realized what she was trying to tell him. She had worn absolutely nothing under this dress for hours. It explained why she wasn’t in the mood to dance a great deal and why she would carefully sit down.

He tugged the material of the dress down, to allow it to pool at her feet before he stripped off his shirt.

“On the bed beautiful,” He gently ordered her as he removed the rest of his clothes.

She bit her lip before following his command, trying to hold back her grin.

A moment later, he was guiding her down on to her back, kissing her passionately. He broke away to kiss down her neck, nipping lightly at the skin.

She ran her fingers through his hair, as he worked his way down her body, kisses and gentle bites everywhere.

He glanced up at her when he reached her stomach, small pecks placed on it, tickling her.

“Shall I make you see stars my love?” Pacho inquired with a teasing grin.

“Please do,” Blix answered with a small sigh.

“As my Queen wishes,” Pacho murmured against her skin.

Pacho proceeded to do that well into the evening. Neither of them aware of the chaos unfolding elsewhere.

Javier’s POV

Javier was quietly trying to enjoy his whiskey without interruption, but it seemed fate was against him.

He listened to Stechner explain the situation, trying hard to not lose his cool.

“In fact… it was a certain former FBI agent that presented the deal. Apparently, she and Mr. Herrera have gotten quite… close… over the past year and a half,” Stechner said nonchalantly.

“Excuse me? What… what the hell are you talking about?” Javier demanded, not wanting to believe what he was hearing.

“Oh yeah. Agent Blix Lage. Or I guess, former Agent Blix Lage, has become quite cozy with Pacho. In fact, there’s even been whispers that they call her the Lady of Cali. She never told you?” Stechner asked arrogantly, smirking before adding that the operation he had going on that night was a failure.

Stechner left, leaving a couple of pesos and a fuming Javier.

‘She wouldn’t. I know she had troubles with him before but… but she wouldn’t…’ Javier didn’t know what to think anymore.

Javier decided then that he would try and confront her tomorrow. He wasn’t sure what he would say but he knew he had to hear it from her.

For the time being… he was just going to do what he did best.

#pacho herrera #narcos #pacho herrera x oc

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shadow-assassin-blix · 2 years ago

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Heyyy when are you writing chapter 18 for blix and Pacho ?

Hello!

I am currently writing the next one. I am hoping that tonight when I get off work I'll be able to write out more and maybe even finish it (fingers crossed on that one). But if I don't finish it tonight I am hoping to get it out by this weekend!

#pacho herrera #pacho herrera x oc #narcos #the holidays really just drained the hell out of me #not a damn thing was written this past weekend

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shadow-assassin-blix · 4 years ago

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A Picture is a Poem without Words

Chapter 13

A/N: Canon typical violence. Some spice at the beginning but nothing too detailed. I rewatched ep 2x06 and realized that Marta’s husband is named Diego. For the purpose of this fic, and to create less confusion, I have called him Antony. Dress is number 10 found here. Gif from @scntacruz

Pacho tags: @yungkvte @mcrmarvelloki

Everything tag: @mikeisthricedeceased

It had been 3 days since Blix had woken up. She had gone through her antibiotics and was now able to move a bit more freely.

The stitches were going to be removed today, and she couldn’t wait for it. The stitches were itching terribly.

When the doctor finally arrived, she was practically bouncing in her seat. It didn’t take him long to remove the stitches, with a small warning of ‘don’t do anything too strenuous.’

He left a moment later, and Blix spent a few minutes gently stretching. It was about 10am and Pacho had briefly left to go give his men some orders for the day. He came back in as Blix was about to stand up.

Pacho moved over to her, slowly. He stood before her, his hands cupping her face. He leaned down kissing her firmly and passionately.

She kissed him back with as much as enthusiasm. She started to lay back down onto the bed, her hands gripping his silk shirt tightly as she pulled him down. Pacho pressed his body against hers, and one hand moving down her body, while his other buried itself into her hair.

“I believe you mentioned something about spending the day between my legs?” Blix murmured against his lips.

“I did indeed. I plan on doing exactly that. Cleared my schedule and everything,” Pacho joked lightly as he moved down to press kisses to her neck, nipping here and there.

Blix giggled lightly at that, a moan escaping her mouth as he bit a particularly sensitive area.

He paid intense attention to that spot, as his hand slipped under her cotton shorts. His hand slid past her panties, his fingers running up and down her slit.

She moaned lightly at his teasing, her hips jerking up wanting more. They removed their clothes with some urgency, the both of them sliding under the covers.

The two of them spent most of the day either chasing their highs or simply lying next to one another, enjoying each other’s company.

The next day rolled around and the two of them finally untangled themselves from each other. They showered and dressed, before heading downstairs.

Gilberto & Miguel were downstairs waiting for them discussing next steps.

“Ah. Blix, lovely to see you moving about more freely. I hope you are feeling better?” Gilberto greeted her cheerfully.

“Yes, much better. What are our plans?” Blix asked them as they walked into the dining room to have breakfast.

The four of them sat down to eat and talk. As Blix made her plate, Diego appeared next to her, and after quickly kissing her head, he sat down next to her. Blix smiled softly at him, telling him good morning.

Gilberto began to explain his thoughts to Pacho about next steps, as Blix checked her phone for missed calls. Upon seeing there was nothing there, she placed it on the table and listened to Gilberto.

“… Mrs. Moncada has reached out to Don Berna. I suspect she is attempting to make as many allies as possible to hurt Escobar. We will let her do whatever she pleases. Our priorities will be taking over his production lines and starve him of money,” Gilberto informed them.

“Where do we begin with that?” Blix asked him curiously.

“We’ve already begun. We are taking out his production sites, starting with the ones Mrs. Moncada informed us about to the ones Escobar doesn’t think we know about,” Miguel spoke up.

She nodded her head in understanding, glancing down at her phone when she saw it was going off. She answered it, standing up and strolling into the living room.

“Hey Javi, what’s up?” She greeted.

“We have a new colonel. Martinez. And the ambassador has insisted that DEA have an overseer. Messina. The ambassador is not too happy with any of the agencies currently. I would suspect he will be reaching out to you soon to bitch at you, just so you’re aware,” Javier warned her.

“Good to know. What’s Martinez like?” She asked him.

“An ass. Extremely by the book. I have never felt more frustrated with Search Bloc. Hell, I’ve never felt more frustrated in general. I… hmm. I have a terrible idea that may bite me in the ass later but… if it means Escobar goes down,” Javier said in an exasperated tone.

“What do you have planned Javi? Please don’t do anything stupid,” Blix begged him softly.

She knew from experience that Javier would have half-assed plans that usually ended up with him being in all sorts of trouble.

“I’m going to reach out to some CIs and go from there. That’s all you need to know. I’m not going to risk your career by telling you too much,” Javier’s voice lowered as he spoke.

“Javi…” Her tone turned admonishing.

“Anyway, when you find yourself back over in Bogota let me know. We can go on that date,” Javier stated somewhat loudly.

“Do not use me as your cover,” Blix growled at him, hearing chatter in the background.

“Yeah, see ya soon sweetie,” He ignored what she said and hung up.

“That motherfu-” She groaned staring down at her phone.

Blix sighed heavily, as she pocketed her phone, and running a hand down her face in frustration.

She returned to the dining room, re-taking her seat. The brothers had continued to talk out their plans with Pacho and she half listened to them. Blix was far too distracted to fully pay attention.

Halfway through one of Gilberto’s explanations his phone rang, and he answered it excitedly.

“Good morning Marta, light of my life. What can I do for you?” Gilberto greeted.

He listened to her for a moment, before passing the phone to Blix.

“She apparently wants to speak to you,” He stated as he held it to her.

Blix took the phone, “Hello Marta. What’s up?”

“Hi. I need help. We moved up the wedding and I am freaking out over what to do. My mothers are driving me nuts and I cannot stand their opinions no more. Please help,” Marta sounded close to tears as she spoke.

“Okay. Tell me where you are and I’ll be there,” Blix said calmly as she stood up again.

“I’m at my father’s favorite home, thank you so much,” Marta vaguely explained, hanging up.

“Uhh. Okay. Gilberto? Which of your 10 mansions do you consider your favorite?” Blix asked him as she placed his phone on the table.

“Navegante will take you. I assume it has to do with her wedding plans?” Gilberto waited for her nod. “I assumed so. She has been panicking over the plans for the past week.”

“Vagueness runs in the family I see. ‘Kay. Just gonna go grab my bag I guess… as I’m led to an unspecified location. Not like that ever turns out terribly for anyone in a horror movie,” Blix mumbled as she made her way upstairs to grab her bag and some shoes.

Blix, after grabbing her things, stepped outside and got into the waiting vehicle that held Navegante and Maurice.

It took about an hour and a half for them to get there. Blix stared up at the house with an eyebrow raised as she took in the grand home.

“This man…is ridiculous…” Blix said quietly, shaking her head.

Blix strolled up to the front door, smiling at Marta who was waiting for her.

“Alright. What’s wrong?” Blix asked her as they stepped in.

“So, a great deal of it is taken care of, but so many small details need to be taken care of,” Marta began leading her to the backyard porch, to a table that was covered in books and samples.

The two of them tackled each item: place settings, decorations, dresses, accessories and the like. The entire process took about 4 hours to get everything decided and ordered.

“Now, what else do we need to do?” Blix questioned her as they finished up.

“Well. I was hoping… would you be willing to sing our first dance song?” Marta quietly requested.

“You want me to sing… for your wedding?” Blix clarified, staring at her surprised.

“Yeah. I love the way you sing. Plus, I’m sure Pacho would love to hear you sing as well,” Marta teased lightly.

Blix shook her head at that, before replying, “I’ll sing one song. That’s it.”

Marta squealed happily and hugged her, yelling, “Thankyou!Thankyou!”

Later that week, while at Pacho’s place, the news reported the first murder committed by Los Pepes.

Blix quietly listened to the news report, glancing at the men around her who appeared unbothered by the grisly murder.

Blix slipped outside, as she called Javier. However, there was no answer, which said to her that he knew she’d be upset with what had happened and was avoiding her.

Over the next several weeks, Los Pepes became embolden and were murdering Escobar’s men left and right.

Gilberto drew the line when the latest macabre display took place at a Christmas light show, where small children saw the scene.

Gilberto attempted to reach out to Judy Moncada to talk to her and Don Berna about the murders. To tell them to tone them down.

Unfortunately, they no longer cared about the Cali Cartel; they were focused on exacting their bloody revenge on Escobar.

Blix spent most of that time helping Marta with wedding plans and getting the venue ready. The wedding was this weekend, and time was of the essence.

Marta insisted that everyone get their hair and nails done the morning of the wedding. Pacho, who was not expecting guests at 6am, stared at the bride to be with some confusion when she appeared in the doorway of his bedroom.

“Hello uncle! Can you please make sure Blix is up and downstairs in 15mins? We have a busy day today!” Marta said cheerfully.

Pacho raised an eyebrow at her, before glancing down at Blix who was buried in his blankets and pillows, Diego laying half on top of her.

“Was she aware of these plans beforehand?” Pacho inquired as he looked back at Marta.

Marta gave him a toothy smile, before disappearing.

“That’s a no,” Pacho answered to himself.

“My love? My beautiful shark? You have to wake up,” He gently spoke, kissing her shoulder.

“….why? wedding not until tonight?” Blix grumbled, shaking her head.

“I know but… Marta made plans apparently… and she’s downstairs waiting for you,” Pacho informed her, pulling the pillow she tried to hide under away from her.

Blix lifted her head up, eyes blearily staring at him.

“What do you think would happen if I said no?” Blix asked him, turning her gaze to the doorway.

“Marta would be upset, and cry which would then upset Gilberto and he would make you go through with it anyway using threats,” Pacho answered.

“… so my chances are good?” Blix questioned jokingly.

Pacho chuckled, “Get up. It won’t be that terrible. I’ll see you later on.”

Blix quietly crawled out from under Diego, who had flopped onto her back at some point during the night. Blix learned very quickly that Diego was the kind of person who very rarely slept in one spot all throughout the night and very much like to spread out and take as much of the bed possible.

Blix, who was crawling over Pacho to get out bed, mumbled, “This better not be terrible, or you are making this up to me.”

“I had already planned on it. I look forward to seeing you in the dress Marta picked for you. She says it’s quite… salacious,” Pacho teased her, kissing her on the cheek.

Blix simply rolled her eyes and changed out of her night clothes into some shorts and a tank top, with some flipflops. She wasn’t going to get overly dressed up for a day of hair and makeup. She stepped into the bathroom, brushing her hair and teeth. As she walked downstairs, she clipped on her shark necklace.

Marta smiled at her and said, “Good morning! We are going to have a wonderful morning and then tonight is going to be amazing!”

Blix smiled softly at her, still trying to wake up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

The next several hours were a whirlwind of hair, nails, and makeup. By the time, they were ready to put on the dresses, it was late in afternoon/almost evening and Blix was exhausted. They had arrived at the venue and were doing last minute preparations.

Blix had finally put on the dress that Marta insisted she wear, with red pumps to match. She stared at bejeweled bodice of it that had a nude material backing it to give it some modesty. The dress itself was made to fit her like a glove, so even without proper shoulder straps it was able to stay in place.

Her hair had been done up in a high bun, her makeup as bold as the dress.

“Marta, I thought all eyes were supposed to be on you? Not on me looking like I stepped out of a romance novel?,” Blix lightly joked.

“Ahh. The beauty of it is though… if all eyes are on you no one will pay attention if me and Antony slipped away for some alone time,” Marta whispered conspiratorially.

Blix chuckled at that, “I see. I’m the distraction.”

Marta nodded, causing the two of them to giggle some more. Marta turned and looked at herself in the mirror in her wedding gown, nervously running her hands over the material.

“What’s up?” Blix asked her, standing beside her.

“The wedding jitters everyone warned me about. I always thought I wouldn’t get them, because I love Antony so much. But I am feeling them now,” Marta responded, trying to take a deep breath.

“I’d say that’s pretty normal. This is a big step in your life. It’s not an easy one to take. No one would blame you if you decided to postpone. That boy worships the ground you walk on, and if you said you wanted to wait, he would do it. So, tell me. Do you want to wait, or do you want to go marry the man you love?” Blix posed the question to her, smile on her face.

Marta took a moment to calm herself before smiling and nodding at the mirror, “I don’t want to wait.”

“Alright then, I’m going to go take me seat. I’ll see you out there honey,” Blix stated as she stepped out into the hallway.

Gilberto stood nearby, waiting to walk her down the aisle.

“Hey, give her a minute. The wedding jitters have hit her. She may need some words of encouragement too,” Blix said to him, stopping in front of him.

“Ahh. I had a feeling they would hit her soon enough. I’ll go check on her,” Gilberto replied with a knowing smile. “Blix. If I may say so, you look beautiful. I get the feeling you are going to knock Pacho off his feet.”

Blix smiled, feeling her cheeks warm up as she made her way into the main hall. Her seat was next to Pacho near the front. She made her way down the aisle, spotting Pacho with Miguel and Antony.

Miguel was the first to notice her, and nudged Pacho on the arm, motioning to look her way. Pacho turned to look at her and stared at her in awe.

“Hi. We should probably take our seats, it should be starting soon,” Blix noted, as she got near them.

Pacho quietly led her to their seats, his eyes roving up and down her figure. He eventually leaned over, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“You look like a goddess in this dress. I cannot wait to see what it looks like on the floor as I worship you tonight,” Pacho whispered into her ear. “Who knows? I may not even wait till then.”

Blix cleared her throat softly, turning to meet his gaze. She gently gave him a kiss on the lips and whispered for him to behave.

He smirked at that, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, keeping her close to him.

The ceremony began 15 minutes later and lasted for about an hour. Pacho noticed during the ceremony, that Blix was not one who cried easily; many got teary eyed during the vows. He noted at one point that she had looked down at her own left hand, her gaze blank. He desperately wanted to know what was running through her mind, but knew he wasn’t going to get an answer anytime soon.

He reached over and held her hand in his, while the ceremony continued.

When it was over, they all headed to the reception to celebrate.

Miguel was the last family member to give a speech. Pacho looked around trying to find Blix, who had disappeared a few minutes after they had arrived.

“Good evening everyone,” Came her voice on the microphone. “For those of you who don’t know, my name is Blix. I am a friend of Marta’s.”

Everyone turned their attention to her, as she stood on the dance floor directly in front of the bridal party.

“A few weeks ago, Marta asked me a very important question. She asked me if I could sing the first song of the night. I agreed on the condition that I got to choose the song. She was a bit… hesitant to say the least. In fact, I had to bargain with her… a trait I am most definitely positive she got from you Gilberto,” Blix joked.

Several people chuckled, as Gilberto stared at his daughter with pride, pressing a kiss to her head.

“Per her request, she got to choose what I am wearing, hence why I look I belong in a telenovela or a romance novel,” She gestured to her dress with a wave of her hand. “And I get to choose the song to start our evening.”

Blix looked back toward the band who gave her a thumbs up to say they were ready to go. Antony, who knew what the song was going to be, led Marta to the dancefloor. Blix took up a spot in front of the band, looking at the couple with a smile.

“This is going to be a cover version of an oldie,” She hinted, softly clearing her throat.

The music began, and everyone stared at her curiously trying to figure out the song before she started to sing. Antony and Marta began to sway softly to the music, Marta was tearing up slightly as she recognized the song. It was one of her favorite songs

As Blix sang, her gaze moving about the crowd. Her eyes eventually locked onto Pacho’s who was smiling softly at her. She sang a couple of lines, keeping her eyes on his, subtly singing to him.

She broke her gaze away once she got closer to the end, moving it back to Marta and Antony. When the song ended, the crowd clapped and cheered. Marta after hugging Antony, strolled over to Blix to throw her arms around her in a huge hug. Blix hugged her back.

Blix handed the microphone to one of the band members who took over and began to play the playlist that Marta gave them.

Blix after giving her congratulations to the happy couple, made her way over to Pacho. She collapsed not in the empty chair next to him, but onto his lap.

“I am exhausted,” She said with a small yawn.

“Don’t fall asleep just yet… we still have to get through at least another hour before we can slip away unnoticed,” Pacho informed her.

Blix quietly nodded, before the two of them got up to get food and mingle. The party was in full swing, and she was standing near the brothers listening to them as they told stories about Marta. Blix noticed out of the corner of her eye, that Marta and Antony had slipped outside.

She smirked, turning to look over at the wedding cake. Blix tilted her head as she looked at it. Something about it wasn’t right, she just couldn’t put her fingers on it. She shook her head, thinking she was being paranoid.

If only she had listened to the paranoia.

One moment she was talking to Gilberto, the next all she could hear was a sharp ringing. She was aware of something on her legs, pinning them down, and several screams and shouts. Blix opened her eyes trying to focus on something, anything. Her vision was blurry, all she could see was disfigured shapes and splashes of colors.

A voice was calling her name, growing louder as it moved closer. The weight on her legs disappeared as a face came into view. It took several blinks for her vision to clear, and she was able to see Pacho’s face staring down at her.

“I’m starting to think someone out there wants me dead,” Blix mumbled as Pacho helped her sit up.

Pacho chuckled weakly at that, whispering, “You’re okay.”

The two of them slowly stood up, looking over each other, inspecting the damage. Blix could see several bruises on his face, and blood coming out his ear. He grasped his left arm, that she assumed he had landed on.

Pacho, looking her over, could see some blood coming from her nose, with various bruises on her body. He noticed she was favoring her left leg, probably due to the dead body that had landed on her right.

The two of them looked around, as Miguel made his way over to them, holding his shoulder. The three of them found Gilberto, and after making sure Marta and his family was okay, sent everyone home or to the hospital. The 4 of them somehow made it to one of Gilberto’s home, each of them covered in soot with some sort of injury.

The four of them made it into his office where Gilberto collapsed into a chair and stared off into space. Pacho lit a cigarette and Miguel stood there with his arms crossed.

Blix had one of the guards grab a first aid kit so she can fix everyone’s injuries. She set the kit on the coffee table, before going over to Gilberto’s glasses and decanter of whiskey. Her hand trembled for a moment, and she shook it thinking that would steady it before grabbing the decanter and pouring everyone a drink.

Blix passed them out once they were all poured out, and Miguel nodded his head in appreciation. Gilberto took the drink, blinking slowly.

Pacho took the drink after taking a drag of his cigarette. Blix took her place next to Pacho, leaning against a chair.

“That man… has no decency,” Gilberto began, standing up. “To attack my family like this… my daughter on the night of her wedding. Only a madman would do that. A crazed animal, dangerous.”

A moment passed, as Gilberto began to shake with fury.

“I want him dead. Not next year. Right now. Kill all of them. I don’t just want you to kill his lawyers, accountants, and bankers… I want you to kill his secretaries, anyone who lifted a finger to help that man. I want to see them dead,” Gilberto’s once calm voice began to shout. “ANYONE WHO HAS EVER LICKED A POSTAGE STAMP AND PUT IT ON AN ENVELOPE IN HIS NAME, I WANT TO SEE THEM DEAD! AND THEN I WANT YOU TO FIND ANYONE WHO EVER SHOOK HIS HAND AND KILL THEM TOO!”

Miguel during his tirade, placed his hand on his shoulder, nodding his head quietly.

Pacho paced slightly, fury on his face as he took another drag of his cigarette.

“That son of a bitch. From this night, we’ll show no mercy,” Gilberto declared with a shaky breath.

Blix looked at the 3 of them, knowing there was nothing she could say in this moment that could help them. There was something she could do however as she quietly guided each of them to a chair. Grabbing the first aid kit, she began to tend to their injuries softly. All 3 tried to wave her off, but a firm look from her made them back down.

“Can’t rage war against Escobar, if you let your injuries go untreated,” Blix murmured to Gilberto as she looked over his wounds.

Gilberto sighed heavily and allowed her to tend to him, along with Miguel. Pacho didn’t complain, having learned his lesson from the last time he had been injured.

Once all 3 were patched up, Pacho turned the tables on her and insisted that she let him look over her injuries. She let him tend to her minor injuries with a small sigh.

A few minutes later, her and Pacho were stepping out of the office. Diego greeted them; his face full of concern as his gaze roamed over the both of them.

“We’re fine. Could’ve been worse to be honest,” Blix assured him as the 3 of them walked out to a car, to drive home.

After the both of them took a shower, and changed into cleaned clothes, Pacho went to bed, Diego trailing behind him. Blix sat in the living room, not ready to go to bed just yet.

It was late in the night, and Blix couldn’t sleep. She stared at the proposal that Gilberto had drawn up and given to her the day before to give to the ambassador. With a heavy sigh, she called him not caring that she will probably be waking him up.

“Ambassador… I need to talk to you… and the CIA. The Cali cartel want to make a deal,” Blix began.

The next morning, in the early hours, she had flown out to Medellin, proposal in hand. The trip to the embassy didn’t take long, but it sure felt like time was moving slowly.

Blix stepped into the ambassador’s office, her face blank as she took a seat next to Stechner. She was grateful to have thought about putting on makeup this morning to hide her bruises, to lessen questions.

“So. Cali wants to create a bargain, eh? Is that what you’ve been doing with your free time Agent Lage? Hanging around cartel members?” Stechner said in a mocking tone.

Blix ignored him, as she pulled out the documents that Gilberto and the other Gentlemen had signed, setting it on the ambassador’s desk.

“Listen. I am well aware that no one here is innocent when it pertains to the Cali. I would know, since Gilberto informed me that the both of you are on his payroll. This meeting was bound to happen soon enough, so cut the crap. Let’s get this show on the road,” Blix spoke calmly.

“So, Gilberto wants free reign for 6 months after the death or capture of Escobar, and all 4 are willing to turn themselves in?” Ambassador Crosby asked in clarification after spending some time reading it over.

“Yes. All four of them have agreed to turn themselves in 6 months after Escobar’s death, or capture, without interference from law enforcement. No interruptions to production lines or sales. They spend 6 months making themselves rich, and then they’ll gladly let us arrest them,” Blix explained further.

“What about your bestie? Pena? Don’t think he’ll be too happy to know you made this deal for them. What are you going to about that?” Stechner questioned looking at her.

“Currently? I don’t care. He’s not focused on Cali. When that time comes, I’ll tell him the same thing I am telling you. It’s one less cartel. Who cares how it’s done?” Blix nonchalant answer disguised her worry.

She knew one day she would have to face Javier about her decisions, but it was not going to be anytime soon. She would deal with it when the time came.

Stechner stared at her somewhat impressed, “Living in Cali definitely made you more cutthroat. If you ever think about switching agencies let me know.”

Blix rolled her eyes at that, and watched as the ambassador approved the proposal, making a phone call to the president of Colombia. A few minutes later and the signed document was being filed away, signed by all in the room.

Blix stood up preparing to leave, when the ambassador stopped her, “Agent Lage, the annual Christmas party is tonight. You should come.”

Blix nodded once, making her way out into the hallway. Stechner sauntered outside beside her, his hands in his pockets.

“So, tell me… How is Mr. Herrera? I’ve noticed you no longer have been living in that lovely little townhouse of yours. However, I guess it is hard to stay there after Escobar’s men destroyed your door,” Stechner commented as the two of them walked toward the elevator.

“I’m not dignifying that with an answer,” Blix replied, shaking her head.

The two of them stepped onto the elevator, Blix not sparing him a glance.

“Not sure what happened recently for you to come forward about this deal suddenly… however… I hope you are prepared for the potential fallout if anyone else finds out about your relationship with him,” Stechner warned her.

Blix continued to ignore him, walking forward once the elevator doors opened. Blix was well aware of the consequences; she currently did not care about them.

Blix checked in with her team.

“What’s happening guys?” Blix asked them as she stepped into the office.

Theo, Cynthia, and Robbie all looked up from their desks, before grabbing files, holding them out to her.

Blix took all of the files, with a short laugh. They filled her in on current assignments they were working to help DEA. Cynthia & Robbie traded off on who monitored the airports. Theo listened to chatter and translated phone calls. She took a seat, going through each file and approving them when she was satisfied with the work. The work took about 2 hours before she sent off the files to various other departments to be filed.

Once she got caught up on paperwork, she left the embassy. She was not in the mood to go to another party, so she hopped on a plane back to Cali.

Returning home, she smiled softly at Pacho who was on the phone giving out orders. He finished up his call as he spotted her walking toward him.

He leaned down, kissing her softly.

“So… I was thinking you and me could go out for dinner this evening?” Pacho suggested as he straightened up.

“I like the sound of that. What are our plans to deal with Medellin?” Blix inquired as the two of them strode over to his corvette.

“I’ll tell you later this evening,” Pacho answered her, driving her into the city.

While the two of them ate, Los Pepes with the new knowledge being fed to them from Cali, attacked the Medellin cartel hard. Pacho eventually informed her of what was going to go down, and she had a feeling that this war was going to get bloody on both sides.

#pacho herrera #pacho herrera x oc #narcos

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A Picture is a Poem without Words

Chapter 14

Building up to the end of season 2. Warnings: some swears, alludes to sexy times. Some feelings talked about. Suit mentioned is the first one here.

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Pacho tags: @yungkvte @mcrmarvelloki @realm-of-azrael

Everything tag: @mikeisthricedeceased

Blix spent most of her days working from her newly turned office in Pacho’s home after that evening. She had been correct in that Escobar would try to send his family off. Steve was able to put a stop on that and bring them back. However, they were scurried away by someone within the Colombian government and were now untouchable.

Blix was currently chasing down some leads related to the robberies that König had committed. They were given an anonymous tip that someone was searching on the black market for similar items that had been stolen and was needing a great deal of cash fast. Word had it that someone from a local Bratva was pissed off that they were unable to sell the stolen art and was on a rampage.

On top of that, Blix was given an even deeper inside look at how the Cali Cartel was run. Miguel wanted a second opinion on the numbers that he kept track of in his large book of secrets. Miguel believed that she had an eye for numbers and could catch any discrepancies. Blix was able to find a couple of problems from her first long perusal of the book.

She was checking through it a second time at the moment, needing a break from making phone calls to her team trying to find this seller. Miguel sat nearby talking to Gilberto and Pacho about distribution lines.

Pacho sat next to her, a hand resting gently on her thigh as he listened to Miguel’s concerns.

“…Once Escobar is out of the way we need to figure out what we want to do about our LA line. We’ve been sharing it with him for so long, we need to figure out where we are going to expand,” Miguel said looking over a map.

“Don’t forget you need to include the Cartels in Mexico as well. We don’t need them pitching a fit because we cut them out of the lines,” Blix reminded them softly not looking up from the book.

With Felix Gallardo in jail, the Guadalajara Cartel had separated into 5 different cartels, splitting Mexico up.

“Indeed. Last thing we need is a war from them on top of everything else,” Gilberto agreed.

“Maybe we leave the negotiations to Blix? Amado and the others are very fond of her, would be more willing to cooperate possibly?” Pacho teased her, with a smirk.

Blix snorted, shaking her head.

She finished up her second look through and found only 2 other inconsistencies that she had missed from her first look through. She made a note of it and hands it and the book over to Miguel.

He quietly thanked her as he took them and set them to the side. Blix quietly took Pacho’s hand off her thigh, and laced her fingers with his, holding it.

The house phone rang, and Thierry answered it, before walking over to Blix.

“It’s for you ma’am,” He informed her, handing it to her.

She raised an eyebrow at it, still not used to people asking for her on Pacho’s phone.

“Hello?” She greeted as she took the phone from him.

“Good morning beautiful. I hope you are doing well,” Came Amado’s cheery voice.

“Hello Amado. What can I do for you?” Blix asked with a small smile.

“Oh you can do many things for me gorgeous but I fear Pacho is nearby and I would hate to give him reason to try and kill me. Wanted to run something by you first, if you don’t mind?” Amado posed after a laugh.

“Go on..” Blix replied curious.

“I have heard that the Cali’s plan to retire has been put into motion. However… Surely Pacho wouldn’t be satisfied with such a life? Thinking about making him a deal, do you think he would accept it?” Amado inquired after explaining.

Blix sighed, briefly glancing at Pacho who was looking at her curiously.

“Not sure. He might consider it, but that is something you would have to ask him personally. He is his own person. I have an idea of what his answer may be, but nothing is certain,” Blix replied after a moment.

“I had a feeling that would be your answer. The man is too damn complicated at times,” Amado complained jokingly.

“Oh, trust me… I’m well aware. Was there anything else you needed to ask me Amado?” Blix questioned gently.

“No, that was it. Do tell Gilberto that I am free on Friday if he finally figures out the future of our distribution lines by then,” Amado concludes before telling her goodbye.

She responds in kind, hanging up.

“What was that about?” Pacho softly asked her.

“Not much. Amado says he will be available on Friday if you guys figure out the lines by then,” Blix informed Gilberto quickly.

Blix stood up from her seat, stretching with a groan as she stepped out of Pacho’s office. She made her way downstairs to her office and looked at her evidence wall that she had started to try and figure out who this member of the Bratva was.

Blix worked for about an hour, pouring over casefiles and making phone calls, getting nowhere.

Blix sighed in frustration as she dropped to the floor, sitting with her legs folded pretzel style.

“You seem stressed my love?” Came Pacho’s voice by the door.

“Just… tired. Where are the brothers?” Blix asked with a heavy sigh.

“They just left. What did Amado talk to you about? I know it wasn’t just about distribution lines,” Pacho said as he walked over to her.

He took a seat next to her, staring at her curiously.

“It’s… Amado has something he wants to discuss with you. He wanted my opinion on your reaction,” Blix explained biting her lip softly.

“That… was horrendously vague and explained nothing,” Pacho teased her, nudging her.

“He… he wants to partner with you after the deal with Cali is finished. He figured that I would be able to gauge how’d you answered,” Blix specified before continuing, “I told him that he would have to ask you and that while I have an idea of what your answer would be I wasn’t going to speak for you.”

“Ah. I don’t know how I would answer to be honest. But I guess when Amado brings it up to me, I will talk it out then. Thank you for telling me,” Pacho replied pressing a kiss to the side of her head.

It was quiet for a moment before Pacho noted, “You know, I find it funny that many people call my home phone to talk to you. And earlier… you said ‘we’ when talking about the cartels, did you notice?”

Blix blinked slowly, thinking back to what she said.

“Huh. I suppose I did. Hadn’t really noticed it. Guess I’ve gotten used to this life a bit too much. Then again, getting attacked twice for being yours does tend to change one’s perspective on things,” Blix shrugged as she responded.

“Do you regret being my woman?” He asked her, turning her head to look at him.

Blix ran her eyes over his features, the small frown that tugged at his lips, his eyes searching hers for any sign of doubt.

“No. I don’t. I don’t regret anything,” Blix answered firmly.

Pacho moved to asked her something else but stopped himself.

“What? I’ve never known you to be a hesitant man,” Blix lightly joked, bumping her shoulder against his.

“At the wedding… during the ceremony… you had a strange look in your eyes. It happened when you looked down at your left hand… was just.. wondering if you had regrets about our relationship?” Pacho eventually asked her. “I only ask because you haven’t been as affectionate as you once were; you’ve even slept in your room more than you have in mine.”

Blix looked down at her hand in question, and softly bit her lip. She looked off to the side trying to think of how to respond to his question.

“Don’t get me wrong… I’ve thought about my dream wedding. Most women do. I also learned early on that the chances of anyone wanting to marry me were slim, so those dreams were boxed away. After many failed relationships where I got my hopes up only to be let down, those wishes were shoved in the darkest corner of my mind,” Blix began not making eye contact with him.

“I’ve understood from the beginning… that this relationship was never going to go further than what it is. I know you have deeper feelings for Diego than you do me. The wedding… was just a reminder that this isn’t ever going to go beyond us… sleeping together. I just needed some time alone to work through that,” Blix concluded before standing up.

Blix walked away, looking down, not wanting anyone to see the tears that had built up. She stepped into her room, closing the door and locking it behind her with a heavy sigh. She made her way to the bathroom, deciding that she wanted to take a bath. As the water filled the tub up, she tossed in some bubbles and salts.

Blix quietly stripped off her clothes and stepped into the tub once it was to her liking, shutting the water off. She sat there for a moment just staring at the bubbles blankly, before leaning her head back, closing her eyes as she tried to relax.

Blix didn’t hear her bedroom unlock and open, nor did she hear the bathroom door open. She did freeze when she heard footsteps along the tile of the floor, stopping next to the tub.

She opened up her eyes to see Pacho standing there. She quietly watched as he removed his own clothes, before motioning her to move forward a bit. He gently slid in behind her, pulling her back to lay against him. They were quiet for a few minutes. Pacho pressed a couple of kisses to her neck and shoulders.

“Diego means a great deal to me, it is true. However… he is often not the one I envision my future with. Diego is young and wants to explore a great deal. I… I am not as young as I once was. Not saying I am ready to settle down, but I am content with living a life of simplicity,” Pacho began his arms wrapping around her tightly.

Blix doesn’t respond waiting for him to continue.

“While I am not thrilled by ending this life and having to spend time in jail before enjoying the rest of my life… it is better than I thought it would be. Diego has already made plans to travel around the world and enjoy all of life’s pleasures once our jail time is done; plans that do not appeal to me. I like my home, and my ranch and I like you at my side,” Pacho ended with a kiss on cheek.

“… I don’t really know what to say to that. Part of me desperately wants to believe you. Another part, the insecurities, say you are just telling me that to appease me, to keep me at your side with no conflicts,” Blix spoke honestly.

“Well. I hope to prove those thoughts wrong. You’re mine,” Pacho murmured into her ear.

Blix slowly turned around to face him, easily straddling him. She slid her hands around his neck, resting them there. Pacho’s hands moved to rest on her waist, his grip firm. She leaned forward pressing her lips to his. He kissed back, pulling her closer.

She pulled back slightly, “I hope so too” she whispered against his lips.

Pacho kissed her fiercely at that, a hand moving to bury itself in her hair. Blix wasn’t sure how long they kissed but when they finally pulled away the both of them were out of breath.

Blix rested her head against his shoulder, just wanting to enjoy the feeling of him pressed against her. The two of them got out once the water had started to chill, drying off silently.

Pacho sat on her bed, wearing nothing but the towel, motioning her to come over to him when she started to walk toward her closet.

Blix looked at him curiously, stepping over to him, waiting to see what he had planned. He placed his hands onto her waist, holding her firmly, as he dragged her closer. Blix giggled as she stumbled slightly, her hands reaching out to grab his shoulders to steady herself. He took advantage of her off balance and one moment she was standing awkwardly, and the next, she was on the bed, pinned down.

“Oof!” Blix exclaimed.

Pacho hovered over her, a large smirk on his face.

“I think you and I… have some catching up to do,” He whispered, kissing her lips several times.

Her giggles turned to soft moans as they did just that.

The next morning, Blix woke up to the sound of someone knocking on her door. She blearily opened one eye, trying to look at who was trying to come in.

“Thierry? What’s up?” Her voice was hoarse, and she tried to clear it when she realized.

Pacho was still lying next to her, asleep, as she situated the blanket to better cover herself. Thierry handed her the house phone, quietly apologizing as he informed her it was for her.

“Hello?” Blix greeted with a yawn.

“Hello, Blix yes? This… This is Tata Escobar,” Came a soft and hesitant voice.

Blix straightened up, suddenly awake as her name processed in her brain.

“Mrs. Escobar. To what do I owe the pleasure?” Blix asked her.

“I… I was hoping to speak with you. It’s a long story, but you are one of the few people in the Cali that will hear me out without putting my children in danger,” Tata spoke softly, as though worried someone would hear her.

“Not sure if that’s a wise idea, not exactly a big fan of your husband’s…especially since he has interfered with my life multiple times. Also, the whole almost killing me twice thing is a bit of a bother,” Blix said, bitterness seeping into her voice.

“…I understand. I know I have no right to be asking anything of you. But my concern now is my children. I want…I need for them to be safe,” Tata pleaded with her.

Blix sighed heavily, thinking.

“Fine. Where do you want to meet?” Blix questioned after a moment.

Tata rattles off the address to the hotel she was being kept at, stating they would meet in the restaurant downstairs. They agreed to meet at noon that day.

Blix hung up the phone and handed it back to Thierry who had remained standing there but had turned to look at the wall out of respect. Thierry took it and walked away with a single nod before leaving her room.

“Why exactly are you meeting Tata Escobar, lovely?” Came Pacho’s sleepy voice.

“Honestly? I have no fucking clue,” Blix muttered as she turned to look at him.

“You’re taking a guard with you, I hope you realize that. I do not trust them. Even if it is just Tata, I don’t want to give Escobar further excuse to try and take you out,” Pacho stated firmly.

Blix hummed noncommittally as she sat up, twisting her head this way and that trying to get the kink in her neck gone. A satisfying crack eventually sounded, and the tension in her neck disappeared.

Blix slowly got up to go shower really quick and clean herself up. When she was done, she walked into her closet looking around at her clothes. She grabbed a business suit that Diego had bought her: it was a dark red at the top and faded into black in a gradient. She grabbed a pair of black leather pumps to match and dressed quickly. As she was slipping on her shoes, Diego walked in and gave her a wolf whistle.

“See? I told you that you would look hot in that!” He exclaimed as he came to stand beside her.

“What do you recommend I do with my hair? Bun or leave it down?” She asked as she brushed, and blow dried it.

“Hmm. Let’s get it dried first and then we will go from there. How the hell do you keep up with this mane of hair?” Diego gently teased as he tugged at a lock of her hair.

It had become a small inside joke for them to talk about the woes of keeping their hair nice. They often teased Pacho who very often didn’t even need to brush his hair for it to look good. The man could have literal bedhead and still look like a model.

After her hair was dried, Diego took a straightener and began to section out her hair as it heated up. He enjoyed playing with her hair, she had found out a few months ago. Most of the time he usually just twirled a lock or two if they were sitting near each other. Every now and again, he would come in and simply start doing her hair, whether it be straightening or curling it.

After about an hour or so, her hair was straight, and being pulled back into a tight bun, with many a bobby pin and half a can of hairspray. Once her hair was done, she quickly did her makeup, putting on some red lipstick to match and winged eyeliner in black.

As she finished up, she donned her shark necklace and the matching shark tooth earrings, before walking out with Diego.

“Well. Well. Well. Look at you. What’s got you looking so professional Lil Lady?” Came Chepe’s voice.

“Oh? And what brings you all the way down here from New York? Bored of the City the Never Sleeps?” Blix threw back as she walked over to him.

She gave him a hug as she approached him.

“Never. However, discussions over the production lines are easier to complete in person,” Chepe explained kissing her cheek.

“I have a meeting. I’ll explain later,” Blix said vaguely as she walked toward the front door.

“Be careful,” Pacho quietly told her as she left.

She nodded her head in response and got in the car where Thierry was waiting to drive her to the hotel. She made her way to the restaurant inside, spotting Tata immediately. She looked around somewhat suspiciously, half expecting someone to pop out and attack. She strolled over to her, taking a seat opposite her.

“Hello Mrs. Escobar,” Blix greeted her, crossing her legs.

“Miss Blix. Pleasure to see you,” Tata greeted back, wringing her hands slightly.

A waitress came up to them asking them if they were ready to order.

Tata ordered something simple and light. Blix simply shook head, stating she was not eating. The waiter nodded his head and disappeared to the back to place Tata’s order.

“What exactly do you want from me?” Blix asked in a straightforward manner.

“Well. You are trusted amongst the Cali. I was hoping maybe you would be able to put in a good word for me with the brothers. I… I just want my children to be safe. That is my only priority,” Tata explained after a moment.

“I don’t know what you expect me to be able to do. True, they do trust me. True, I may be able to persuade them into keeping you and the kids safe. However, why should I? Why should I show you any decency or mercy? Your husband has tried to have me killed twice. Your husband leaked to that vulture of a reporter about my familial ties that I spent decades keeping secret. Why should I give a damn about you?” Blix currently had no fucks to give.

“Please. I know… I know my husband has hurt you in the past. But I know… I know that a part of you was fond of my daughter. I saw it at that party. I saw it in the way you listened to her talk about her bunnies and ate that disastrous cupcake she made. You may not like me or my husband, but I know you that you’re the type who wouldn’t let a child get harmed,” Tata pointed out.

Blix sighed, shaking her head.

“It doesn’t matter what I think. Gilberto will not do anything for free. Or out of the kindness of his heart for his enemy. If you want his protection, you better be prepared to give him everything related to your husband’s work. Knowing him, that would be his price: partners, connections, factories, lines, and anything else guaranteed to make him more money. That’s not going to happen until your husband is dead though. Gilberto will not be satisfied with him being imprisoned. Not anymore. Not after the attack on his daughter’s wedding. That’s the price for your children’s safety,” Blix concluded standing back up.

“You have a nice day Tata. Enjoy your lunch,” Blix said, pulling out a couple of bills to pay for it and setting it on the table. “It’s on me.”

Blix strutted away with a frown, not saying anything as she returned to the car.

Blix returned home, not saying much as she went into her office and worked. Blix knew her response was not what Tata wanted to hear, but it was the truth, nonetheless. Gilberto wouldn’t do anything for free and would demand some sort of payment in exchange for protection.

In a few weeks, they would learn just how true those words were.

#narcos #pacho x oc #pacho herrera x oc #pacho herrera

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CHAPTER 12

A/N: Angst. A certain event happens. I’m sorry. Canon typical violence.

Everything tag: @mikeisthricedeceased

Pacho tag: @yungkvte @mcrmarvelloki

A couple of days had passed since Escobar grand escape from his prison, and it was all hands-on deck in trying to recapture him.

Carrillo was due to arrive in a few minutes, and Blix stood outside the Medellin airport with a vehicle to pick him up. She smiled brightly as she spotted him when he stepped outside of the airport. He walked over to her, setting his bags down as he reached her, and drawing her into a hug. She hugged him back tightly.

“Hey stranger. It’s good to see you,” She greeted him, after pulling away.

“It’s good to see you, too. Let’s go to work yeah,” He said, picking his bags back up and tossing them into the back.

Blix drove him to the HQ in Medellin where he was to check in with the ambassador before gathering his Search Bloc team. The two of them talked about what had happened since he left. Horacio telling her that the kids were excited to see their favorite godmother and had a large collection of artwork to give her. She smiled and shook her head at that.

Far too soon, they were pulling into the garage of HQ. She left him to gather them and do whatever he had planned to do.

Blix made her way to her offices, to go over files and finish up reports. It took a few hours for her to do, as her team was being used for various tasks to hunt down Escobar.

Theo occasionally jumped into the office to help out where he could in between breaks. It was late by the time she had finished the paperwork that had piled up.

Javier had appeared in the doorway of her office at some point, and asked, “You crashing with me tonight?”

Blix looked up at him, checking the time briefly.

“Maybe. Would that bother you? I have to get back to Cali in the morning to file a good portion of this paperwork, so, I’d be out of your hair before you wake up,” She stated as she grabbed the pile that was specifically for Cali and slipped the documents into her bag.

“You are never a bother to me. Come on, I have to meet Carrillo later on for a mission. I might be late in returning anyway,” Javier informed her as he held the door open for her.

She nodded as they made their way downstairs to his truck. The two of them grabbed some pizza to chow down on when they got back to his place.

An hour after they had finished eating Javier left, and Blix fell asleep on his bed, an alarm set.

Several hours later, she heard Javier returning as she was getting ready to leave. She stepped out into the living room to see him sitting on the floor staring off into the distance. She walked over to him, squatting down, her hand on his shoulder. She had never seen him like this.

“Javi? Javi what happened?” She asked him concerned.

Javier quietly told her what had happened; about what Horacio did. She sighed heavily, trying to think of what to say but nothing came to mind. So, she simply sat with him, until he told her to go.

She kissed his cheek, telling him she’ll call him later to check on him, before gathering her stuff and walking out. She hailed a taxi to take her to the airport and was back in Cali before 10am.

She walked to the FBI office since it wasn’t far, and dropped off the paperwork, filing it away.

She checked her messages and made a few calls that needed to be returned. Work had slowed down since they captured König but there was still work to be had. Minor art thieves and forgeries that were still trickling through into Colombia that needed to be stopped.

After checking through her messages, she made her way back out, and spotted a luxury car waiting outside. She walked up to it, noticing Maurice driving, and the window rolled down to reveal Miguel.

She got inside the car, greeting Miguel as she did so.

“Hello Blix. Pacho is working at the bank today, figured I would simply deliver you to him. We hear that the Colonel has returned,” Miguel said looking up from his large binder, making notes here and there.

“Yes. He has indeed returned. Didn’t get to catch up much but I’m sure we will eventually,” Blix said with a smile.

They arrived a few minutes later, and he escorted her to Pacho who was on a phone call, tapping his pen somewhat annoyed.

Blix waved at Miguel as she stepped into the office, closing the door behind her.

Pacho smiled as she walked over to him, leaning against his desk.

He put his hand over the mouthpiece and mouthed quietly, “This should only take another minute.”

She nodded, looking down at the paperwork he had in front of him. She grabbed a sticky note as she read through the pages.

She wrote down, ‘These numbers are off’

Pacho nodded softly, whispering, “I know.”

He quickly ended the call a moment later.

“It’s a partner who wants to renegotiate his deal with the brothers, but his proposal is full of errors. Apparently, he thinks we are stupid and wouldn’t read through it. He was just now trying to explain that it was simply a typo,” Pacho said with an eyeroll.

“A typo that happens… 13 times? Uh huh. Sure. Simply a typo,” Blix replied staring at the pages more closely.

“I just need to finish up some things and then we can go get lunch,” Pacho told her as he dialed another number.

She sat on his desk, watching him work. She could see him tensing up as he listened to whoever, and she slowly reached over to touch his clenched fist. Her hand gently wrapped around it, her thumb running across his knuckles soothingly, trying to get him to relax it. After a moment, his fingers uncurled, and she held his hand as he spoke.

The phone call ended abruptly, and he sighed heavily as he hung up the phone. His next two calls went faster and soon enough he was gathering his things so the two of them could leave.

He took her to a nice café nearby, and they ordered soups and sandwiches to eat. They talked about her work for a time before heading home.

Nothing seemed out of ordinary for the next two days.

It was late at night when she heard her phone going off, waking her up. She blindly reached for her phone, sitting up.

She answered it tiredly, “Javi it’s 3am. Wha-”

“Carrillo is dead,” Javier cuts her off.

“What? What did you… No. No he… What?” She was struggling to comprehend what he just said.

“Escobar. He set a trap. I…” Javier stopped as Steve’s voice could be heard in the background.

“I.. We have to go. I wanted you to hear it from me and not on the news,” Javier said as he hung up.

Blix felt numb as her hand dropped to her lap. She stood up from the bed and got dressed not really registering anything.

She was at her old place, having spent the night there to close up some case files she had. Her hands were shaking terribly as tears built up in her eyes. She somehow got dressed and was on a flight to Medellin before she knew it.

She didn’t know how or what to feel. She stared numbly at everything around her and tried her best to maintain her composure.

The words echoing in her head, ‘Carrillo’s dead.’

When she landed, Theo was there to take her to HQ where Julianna was there with the kids. Blix ignored everyone around her, making her way to Julianna and hugging her tightly. Sobs racked through Julianna as she returned the embrace. The kids were with Connie in one of the smaller meeting rooms.

The next few hours were a blur, a symphony of sad faces and “I’m sorry’s.” None of it registered as she helped Julianna with the kids.

Javier refused to look her in the eye; Steve and Connie helped as much as they could for the rest of the week up until Horacio’s funeral.

The funeral itself was a haze, up until the cemetery where it began to rain. She sat there, long after most of the other guests had left. She was holding some small items. A photo and a small necklace.

The necklace was simply a worry stone, a joke gift he had gotten for her. “You do enough worrying for the both of us.”

The photo was of the two of them; it was on her birthday. He had somehow figured it out and insisted they go get drinks to celebrate. A fellow patron kindly took the photo of the two of them drinking, a cupcake with a lone candle lit on it. It was the first birthday in several years that she had celebrated.

She quietly placed both items on his coffin and walked away. Javier had stayed to drive her to his place to clean up.

When they had pulled into the garage of the apartment complex she finally spoke, “We are sure it was just Escobar yeah? The Cali… the Cali cartel wasn’t involved right?”

“I don’t know honey. It was Escobar and his men but… whether or not the Cali was involved we just don’t know,” Javier spoke truthfully.

She nodded once, clearing her throat, as the two of them stepped out of his truck. When they got upstairs, she immediately began to change into dry clothes, not caring that she was stripping right in front of Javier. Javier quietly handed her a towel to help dry off, his eyes remaining respectfully on her face.

She changed and used the towel to try and dry her hair. She wasn’t really in the mood to shower nor was she hungry. She just wanted to sit alone for a while.

Javier gave her space and simply cleaned himself up. She had thrown her clothes into trash not wanting to ever see them again; an action that caused Javier to raise his eyebrow at, but he made no comment.

Javier changed and sat next to her on the couch for a few minutes, not saying anything. Blix stared blankly at the wall, vaguely aware of Javier next to her, and the TV coming on. She couldn’t sleep; didn’t want to be honest. Javier eventually got up, picking her up as he did so and taking her into his bedroom to lay down.

Javier fell asleep a few minutes after laying down and she simply stared at the ceiling. Memories of her and Horacio were wreaking havoc on her mind, rushing through her brain at 100mph.

When morning finally came, she forced herself to shower. She got dressed in fresh clothes, before making her way outside to go to the airport and return to Cali.

She had tried to call Pacho a few times while she was in Medellin; needed to hear his voice, some sort of comfort, and yet no response. Her mind was cruel, and many hurtful thoughts raced through her mind. She found it odd, that he hadn’t called her back, and with how she was feeling she was thinking the worst. She got a cab to the bank, her hurt twisting and brewing into rage.

She walked upstairs, moving toward Gilberto’s office ignoring the secretary who tried to stop her. She opened the door to find Gilberto, Miguel, and Pacho standing there, eyebrows raised at her abrupt entrance. The secretary was tugging at her arm, but one icy glare from Blix and she backed off slowly. She shut the door as she made a swift exit.

Blix moved to stand before the 3 of them, her arms crossed.

“Did you know?” She calmly asked, her fury brewing quietly.

“Know what my dear? You are going to have to be more specific,” Gilberto replied staring at her questioningly.

“Do not. Play coy. You know what I am referring to. Did. You. Know?” She was seconds away from losing it.

“Honestly, Miss Lage, we do not know what-” Miguel was cut off by her grabbing the decanter of whiskey that sat on Gilberto’s desk and hurling it at the wall behind them.

“HORACIO. DID YOU KNOW ABOUT ESCOBAR’S PLAN!?” She screamed at them.

Pacho swiftly straightened up and began to pull her away from the brothers, but she wasn’t going to play nicely. Not about this.

She shoved his arms away from her, elbowing him harshly in the stomach when he tried to grab her again. She was vaguely aware of the wince he made at her hit but found she couldn’t care at the moment.

“Stop touching me! I want answers! Did you know!? Did you know they were going to murder him?” She questioned all 3 of them, breathing harshly.

Pacho reached for her again, pinning her arms down by holding her to him tightly. She struggled trying to hit or push him away. He wouldn’t budge, in fact, he wasn’t saying anything. When all the fight eventually drained out of her, she no longer could hold it together. Her harsh pants turned into sobs.

She collapsed into his arms, crying. Pacho embrace softened, no longer needing to restrain her fury. He quietly shushed her, running his hand through her hair, trying to comfort her.

She felt him lightly pull direct her over to the couch, sitting her down upon it. She cried into her hands not wanting anyone to see her.

Pacho offered a box of tissues that was sitting on the end table. She took a couple drying her face and eyes as best as she could. She knew her face was bright red, and she looked horrible, but she didn’t care too much.

As her tears became soft sniffles, she heard Pacho speak.

“No. We didn’t know about Escobar’s plan. We have been dealing with Escobar targeting our men and some of our legit businesses for the past week. I know… that this doesn’t sound very believable especially when I haven’t been able to return your calls. But, hey,” Pacho tilted her chin up so she can look him in the eye. “I swear on my mother’s grave, that we had nothing to do with the Colonel’s death.”

Blix examined him for a moment before nodding very slightly. She quietly threw away the tissues piled in her lap in the trash can that was nearby. She cleared her throat, standing up and walking out of the office. She spotted a women’s restroom and stepped inside, standing in front of the sinks.

She turned the faucet on, making sure it was cold, before splashing her face a few times. The water felt nice against her heated skin. She dried her face off with some paper towels and took a few deep breaths.

When she felt calmer, she winced as she thought back to her behaviors in the office. She couldn’t face them again after that. Blix decided she was just going to leave and hide away in her shame.

She slipped out into the hallway, and made her way downstairs, hailing another cab as she got outside. She had him take her to her place, where she promptly collapsed onto her couch. She grabbed the throw blanket she kept on it, curling up underneath it. She turned the TV on, turning it to a random movie channel, and letting it become background noise.

She fiddled with the edge of the blanket, twisting it to and fro. She heard her phone go off from her bag that she dropped in archway to the living room. She ignored it.

She doesn’t know how or when, but she finally fell asleep.

It was still day when she woke up to the sounds of someone knocking on her door. She yawned as she slowly stood up and made her way to the door, rubbing the sleep and dried tears from her eyes.

She opened the door, staring at the stranger confused, “Can I help you?”

The man smiled viciously, as he pulled out a gun from behind his back and fired at her twice. She fell down grasping at the growing red spots on her chest, her eyes gazing down at her chest. She swallowed hard, turning her head toward her small table near the entryway. She spotted the shotgun she had hidden below it, lunging for it when the man turned around to boast.

She grabbed it, cocking it quickly, before firing it at the man’s back. He fell quickly to the ground dead, as she kicked her door shut to grab more ammo.

She reloaded, crawling backwards to the stairs, shoving the box of bullets over to them. She heard a set of footsteps rush up the stairs outside her home. She grunted as the pain of her wounds began to become more pronounced. She aimed at her door, and fired at it, twice. The first round blew a whole into the door, and the second went into the man standing there.

Her eyes were becoming blurry with pain as she tried to reload, somewhat blindly but she couldn’t as she heard several gunshots. She ducked down, covering her head, expecting bullets to whizz past her. That was not the case. When the firing stopped, she heard a familiar voice. Salcedo.

He opened the now useless door, Navegante behind him. The two of them were quick to grab her and were discussing which hospital to take her to.

She grabbed Salcedo’s arm and grunted, “No. Hospital. Too…many… questions.”

The two of them looked at each other concerned and simply picked her up, taking her to a car. Some phone calls were made as they sped off toward Pacho’s home. Salcedo sat in the back with her, trying to apply pressure to her wounds to slow the bleeding.

When they arrived at his place, and took her inside, they laid her on the coffee table as a doctor stepped forward. She blinked harshly trying to stay awake as Pacho’s face appeared before her.

The doctor was speaking but she couldn’t really focus on the words.

“Her shoulder is not my concern; the bullet went through. The one in her chest, however, must be taken out before it causes anymore damage,” He spoke to Pacho. “I need you and your men to hold her down, so she doesn’t fight me.”

Pacho nodded motioning for a few of his men to come over and hold her legs down.

He turned his attention to Blix, and cupped her face, making her look at him.

“Honey, I need you to focus on me for a minute,” He said firmly waiting for her to weakly nod. “This is going to hurt.”

Pacho placed his hand down on her chest, above her wound, as her hands firmly gripped the sides of the table.

The doctor grabbed a pair of forceps and began to dig into her wound. The pain caused her to scream out and she was trying to jerk away. Between him and four of his men they struggled to hold her down properly. She nearly threw them all off.

The doctor somehow pulled out the bullet that was lodged inside her, and jerks settled eventually. She panted for a few moments before finally passing out.

The doctor quickly stitched her up, giving her an antibiotic and some pain medicine via some shots. He left instructions with Pacho on how to care for the wounds and administer her pain meds. He nodded listening somewhat. Diego paid more attention to the instructions than he did and wrote everything down.

Pacho gently lifted her and carried her upstairs. He gently cleaned her up in his bedroom, before carefully changing her into one of his shirts and tucking her under the covers.

Blix woke up several times, but soon passed out a minute later for the next two days. When she finally woke up and was able to stay awake it was in the early hours of the morning. She gingerly looked around finding Pacho lying next to her.

She reached over and ran her hand over his cheek, enjoying the feel of his scruff on her fingers. Pacho took in a breath as he slowly woke up.

He opened his eyes, his hand reaching up to take her hand into his. He pressed a kiss to it as he turned his gaze to her face.

“How are you feeling my love?” He quietly asked her.

“Sore. I hate getting shot,” She answered her voice raspy.

“I am sorry this happened to you. Escobar will pay for this,” Pacho declared pressing kisses to her forehead and cheek.

She tiredly nodded, yawning with a wince as the actions pulled at her stitches.

“What’s the damage?” She asked as she tried to regain her breath, suddenly breathless.

“The bullet in your shoulder tore through old scar tissue. The one in your chest, barely missed your heart. It did more damage to your ribs than anything,” Pacho informed her as he propped up onto his elbow.

“Small mercies I guess,” She muttered as she tried to adjust herself.

Pacho reached over and helped her sit up slightly, adjusting her pillows to help.

She sighed as she settled against the pillows.

“What are the chances of me getting to shower?” Blix asked as she tugged at her limp hair, grossed out.

“We can arrange a bath for you. No standing for long periods for you,” Pacho told her as he got up from the bed.

Pacho made his way into his bathroom, and started the bath, waiting for it to get half-filled before turning the water off. He grabbed her some soft, loose fitting clothing, setting them on the counter.

Once everything was ready, he picked her up from the bed and took her into the bathroom. He helped her take off her clothes, before helping her into the tub.

“I’m not completely helpless honey. I can undress myself and get into a tub,” She lightly complained as she settled into the water.

“Mmhmm. Let me take care of you. So, just deal and appreciate the pampering,” Pacho replied as he grabbed the shower head attachment to begin washing her hair.

She quieted down and just let him do whatever he wanted. He took care of her diligently and thoroughly. When he had finished, she reached up kissed his cheek softly, murmuring a thank you to him.

He sat with her until she was ready to get out. She tried pushing herself out of the tub like normal but stopped with a pained gasp as she felt the stitches tug sharply. She sat back down; eyes closed as she tried to breathe through the pain.

When the pain had subsided, and she opened her eyes, she sees Pacho staring at her with mild amusement.

“Learn your lesson, my shark?” Pacho asked gently teasing her.

She gave a halfhearted glare, before waiting for him to help her out.

Once she was on her feet, a fluffy towel wrapped around her, she gently made her way to the counter. Her movements were slow and somewhat methodical as she brushed her teeth and then her hair. She pulled her hair into a low ponytail and with Pacho’s help got dressed.

He led her back to the bed, and after getting dressed himself, walked out. He came back a few minutes later with breakfast in hand.

He placed the plate onto her lap, and the cup of hot tea he had on the end table, pulling out a fork and napkin from his pockets.

She quietly ate the eggs and bacon that was presented to her, taking the meds that Pacho also handed her.

“I have work to attend to. You, my dearest, are not to move from this bed. I will have Diego and others come check on you until I am done. No fighting with them. No trickery either. You are on strict bed rest orders. I will tie you down if I must,” He warned her.

“Promise?” She flirted with a smile.

He crinkled his nose at her, trying to not smile but failing.

“Hm? You want to be tied up by me? Interesting. We shall explore that… when you are healed,” Pacho teased kissing her on the lips.

She kissed him back, sighing softly as he pulled away and strode out carrying the empty plate away.

Blix drank her tea, yawning as the pain meds took effect. She set the tea down, and settled down into the covers, and slowly doze off.

She woke up occasionally when she heard someone walk in and chatted with them briefly. It was late in the afternoon when she had grown bored of sleeping and was wanting to move around.

She tried to sit up by herself wanting to stretch a bit when Pacho walked in. He raised an eyebrow at her as she froze, not expecting him to appear.

Pacho walked over to her and simply picked her up.

“Am I not heavy? You really don’t have to carry me everywhere,” She said worried he was going to hurt himself picking her up so much.

“No, you are not heavy. I quite enjoy carrying you around to be honest,” He stated as he took her downstairs to the living room.

He placed her on the couch, and as he pulled away, she noticed that Gilberto, Miguel, and Chepe were sitting there as well. Pacho sat next to her, his hand resting on her thigh.

“Tell me something sweetheart… are you sure you are not part cat?” Chepe joked as he kissed her cheek.

“Survived a bombing and being shot at point blank range. Chepe may be onto something there,” Gilberto joined in.

She smiled weakly at their jokes, sighing heavily.

“Gilberto. Miguel. I’m… I’m sorry about the other day. I was wrong to lash out at you two over…” She couldn’t quite bring herself to say it aloud.

Gilberto and Miguel waved it off.

“You were distraught. Honestly, you had every right to believe that we may have possibly been involved. It was quite convenient that Escobar was able to lay that trap so easily for the Colonel and his men. I would have suspected us too, if I were in your position,” Gilberto said in a sympathetic tone.

She nodded briefly, grateful that he wasn’t upset over her actions.

It was at that point, the brothers turned to business, discussing how to best take down Escobar’s empire.

“Attack his production factories. Hit him where it hurts. His money,” Blix answered her voice emotionless.

Pacho smirked at her response, “How do you propose we do that, honey?”

“His men are spending most of their time protecting him and the family, not the blow. Or anything else. Go after his partners, turn those who are easily swayed by more money and kill the ones who ain’t. Isn’t that the point of cocaine, make more money no matter what?” Blix replied looking at him.

Pacho chuckled darkly at that and the others were smirking.

“Chepe… you’re friends with…. The Castellano brothers are you not?” Blix turned her attention to him.

“How do you know about them?” Chepe asked staring at her with squinting eyes.

“I know quite a few things. Get them involved. I’m sure they’ll enjoy some gratuitous violence in the name of hurting Escobar’s empire. Though I’m sure Mrs. Moncada has contacted them already as well. Let them go off on a rampage, they’ll do the more… public damage to his name,” Blix implied.

“While we slip in the back and take over his production lines and starve him of money,” Pacho finished.

“Indeed. As much as I would like to eviscerate him with a dull knife unfortunately he is still too well protected….however…” She trailed off as a thought came to her.

“Yes? What is it?” Miguel questioned staring at her curiously.

“Escobar’s number one weakness has always been his family… knowing him… he will try and get them out of Colombia…” She stated somewhat vaguely.

“Yes. And? What of it?” Chepe inquired confused.

“In chess, the goal is to capture the king… but the queen has the most power in her movements… Escobar will try and scurry her away to another country most likely one without extradition laws unless… the DEA makes sure that doesn’t happen. Keep his family here, and he’ll remain vulnerable, reckless,” She further explained her foot tapping the coffee table, to point out the chess set that was resting upon it.

“As an FBI agent… I could theoretically hint to DEA that this is a possibility and make sure they keep an eye on the airports, and go from there,” Blix said casually scratching at her shoulder lightly.

The stiches were beginning to itch slightly, and it was annoying.

“Keep his number one weakness here and in constant danger,” Gilberto concluded. “You are a scary woman when scorned Miss Lage.”

She simply shrugged, “Don’t kill the people I love, and you won’t ever have to face said wrath.”

“Duly noted,” Chepe said with a smile.

The guys talked further, and as much as she hated it, she was growing tired again. She slowly leaned against Pacho, yawning softly. Pacho moved his arm to wrap around her shoulders. She could hear his heartbeat as her eyes drifted closed, and she passed out.

Pacho looked down as he heard her breathing even out.

“Did she really kill two of Escobar’s men with a double barrel shotgun?” Chepe asked glancing at her.

“Yes. According to Salcedo, she had already been shot by that point but was still able to grab it to take them out. Navegante and them, when they went to clear out her apartment and move everything here, they found many weapons hidden throughout. Knives and guns,” Pacho informed him as he gently adjusted her to lay across his lap.

“I would ask if she was paranoid but… given her job, guess it makes sense for her to need to be prepared,” Miguel chimed in.

“Hm. Yes. She even used to sleep with a gun under her pillow. That was an… interesting find to say the least,” Pacho remarked.

“Used to?” Chepe questioned.

“She stopped sometime after getting involved with me. Decided that uhh. Sleeping with a leader of a cartel has its own protections. No need to sleep with it,” He explained as he tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear.

Chepe nodded, humming in agreement.

Gilberto quietly asked, “What’s the deal with her and the colonel?”

“He treated her like family. She wasn’t thrilled to come here, and he made it more bearable. He was like a brother to her, that’s why she was devastated when he was murdered. Knowing her, she didn’t want to suspect us, but she had no way of truly knowing,” Pacho stated gently brushing his finger along her cheek.

“Ahh. Yes. How fortunate for Escobar at the time… but now he has a woman who is willing to burn down Colombia to avenge his death. I would keep an eye on her, Pacho. Make sure she doesn’t become a liability,” Miguel lightly warned.

Pacho nodded in understanding, even though in his mind he was thinking about the potential she had. She had great potential to be a fierce and loyal member to the Cali, and possibly could help run it one day. He had been thinking this for some time, but this week has cemented the idea in his head.

‘She’ll be a lovely Lady of Cali. I’m sure of it.’ He thought to himself, with a faint smile as he looked down at her.

Diego walked in at that point, holding a plate of street tacos. He came over to Pacho and Blix, lowering the plate near Blix’s face. A moment passed, and she slowly woke up, sniffing the air.

“What’s happening? What is… Oh!” She was confused before everything registered.

She sat up, blinking rapidly, before she looked toward Diego and the plate he held.

She quietly reached for the plate, as she realized what was happening.

“For me?” She asked him and at his nod tells him, “I love you.”

Diego laughed as he placed the plate in her lap, handing her some napkins and setting a glass of sweet tea on the table in front of her.

“Love you too. You also won me like $50 because the others didn’t think food would wake you,” Diego said with a grin.

“Happy to help… I think,” She said as she took a bite.

She quietly ate, as everyone resumed conversations. Salcedo came in, handing her some antibiotics.

“It’s good to see you up and about, Blix. Had everyone worried for a while there,” Salcedo told her with a rare smile.

She took it with a sigh and smiled back in response.

“Thank you for rescuing me. If it weren’t for you and Navegante I probably wouldn’t be here. Actually...” She stopped as she thought about it. “Why were the two of you there?”

Pacho answered her, “I tried to call you several times, but when you didn’t answer, I grew worried. I had them come check on you. Glad I did. Didn’t think Escobar would be so bold as to attack you.”

She mouthed a silent ‘Oh.’

“I was sleeping. Did I hear you say that you had my stuff moved out?” She asked as she realized something had filtered into her mind while she rested.

“Yes. Everything is in your room currently. Your files are in your library awaiting you,” He informed her with a nod.

She nodded in response and continued eating.

Once she was full, she resumed her original position, laying her head on Pacho’s lap, but turned to lie on her back. She tossed her feet across Chepe’s lap, hesitantly.

He patted her legs, silently letting her know she could rest them there.

“Comfy?” Pacho asked her teasingly.

“A little. Could be better,” She replied joking.

“Oh? How can I make your rest more relaxing?” Pacho inquired with a smile.

She hummed softly, motioning for him to come closer.

He does and she whispered softly into his ear.

He pulled away with a shake of his head.

“When your stitches are out, we can explore that all you want,” He murmured quietly.

Chepe looked at the two of them with a raised eyebrow.

“Hmm. Look at these two lovebirds. Almost sickening how sweet they are being, isn’t it?” Chepe asked the brothers.

The brothers laughed in response.

Blix and Pacho smiled at each other, ignoring their teasing.

Blix wanting to do something other than sit or lay down, carefully stood up from the couch. She gently stretched, feeling sore and stiff. Pacho watched her carefully, preparing to help her if need be.

She walked around briefly, trying to relieve tension. It worked for a time before she felt out of breath.

She had to lean against the couch as exhaustion began to creep in. Pacho got up at that point and walked with her upstairs, to his bedroom.

By the time, they reached his bedroom, she was breathing hard and sweating.

“I take it back. I’d rather you carry me,” She declared as she collapsed onto the bed.

“Can do. Let’s get you some pain meds, and get you comfortable,” He said to her as he does just that.

He situated her on the bed and handed her some pills. She quietly took them and tugged on his hand to sit with her.

He does so, brushing her hair out of her face.

“When you’re feeling better, I definitely plan on exploring that tying you up idea,” He flirted as he gazed at her.

“Hm. I should hope so… and that other idea?” She inquired softly.

“Yes. We will make plans to hurt Escobar the way he has you. I know you are in pain in more ways than one. I will do whatever I can to help,” He promised her, leaning down to kiss her softly.

He pulled away slightly, staring into her eyes.

“You will have your vengeance. I’ll make sure of it,” He swore, kissing her once more.

She kissed back, her hands moving to bury themselves in his hair. He deepened the kiss, for a moment, before pulling away.

“Can’t get too frisky. You’re still healing. I don’t want to risk hurting you,” Pacho whispered.

“But we can have a little fun?” She proposed tugging on his shirt.

He chuckled at her, and countered, “How about this? You have 2 more days of antibiotics. You get through them, then I will spend the day buried between your legs.”

“Hmm. I suppose that’s acceptable,” She agreed to his offer.

“Now, rest. I will be back up in a little bit. I have someone stationed near the door just in case you need help,” He informed her as he stood up.

“Stationed to help me or guard me?” She questioned with an eyebrow raised.

“I’ll never tell. Sleep,” Pacho requested as he walked out.

Blix stared at the ceiling for a time. She noticed her phone was sitting next on the end table. She grabbed it and called Javier. She needed to talk to someone about Horacio; someone who knew him like she did.

“Hey,” She greeted softly when the line connected.

“Hi. How are you? No one’s heard from you in a few days,” Javier commented.

“Yeah… had to… work through some stuff. How are you… with everything? I know you and Horacio butted heads often, but you still knew each other for a long time,” She wondered.

“Yeah. Stubborn bastard. He was… he was a good man. Didn’t deserve to go out like that,” He sighed loudly. “I’m sorry. I know you two were close. You ever get bored in Cali; you can always come stay with me you know?”

“Thanks. It doesn’t… seem real still. Keep waiting for him to calm me out of nowhere and ask me if I am eating properly,” She joked. “Or tell me that I am crazy but encourage my shenanigans anyway.”

She heard him chuckle a moment.

“Shenanigans? You mean you terrorizing the compound by blasting Queen albums at random hours of the day?” Javier exclaimed.

“It was not terrorism; it was psychological warfare. The guys shouldn’t have made that bet,” Blix disputed.

“It was a pretty stupid bet, I will admit,” Javier agreed.

A few soldiers had made bets that they could try and get into her pants by the end of the month. She found out about it, and anytime one of them walked into her office and it wasn’t for business, she would just blast her mixtapes until they left.

“If only they knew that you and I were already together,” Javier tossed out with a snort.

Blix made a noise of agreement before taking a breath.

“Hey… so. I had a thought. Escobar is a loose cannon. But his number one priority has always been his family. I would bet good money, that when the chips are down, he’ll try to move them out of the country. I’d keep an eye on the airports,” She explained as she fiddled with a loose string on the blanket.

“Yeah. We had similar thoughts. We actually have some of your team watching the airports for his men or his family. Hope you don’t mind,” He mentioned.

“Nah. They’re getting bored with the small-time thieves anyway. Give them some excitement,” Blix waved it off, not bothered.

“Yeah, they did seem pretty enthusiastic when we offered, which was odd. Stay safe out there yeah? You are kinda… alone. If anything happened to you, no one would be able to come rescue,” Javier noted with some concern.

Blix couldn’t help but think, ‘Too late.’

“Yeah. I’ll keep my head down for the most part. Talk to you later?” She said with a small sigh.

“Yeah. I’ll give you updates,” Javier told her as they hung up.

As she put the phone down, she settled further into the blankets, falling asleep slowly. She wasn’t sure what the future held; she knew one thing: Escobar would pay for his crimes.

#pacho herrera x oc #pacho herrera #narcos

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A Picture is a Poem Without Words

CHAPTER 11

A/N: Alright. Um. Let’s see. This is build up to a certain event that happens in season 2. The next chapter going to be angsty. Let’s see warnings: in the beginning there is allusions to smut, but then later on there is more detailed smut, blowjob, fingering, sex in general.

Everything taglist: @mikeisthricedeceased

Pacho taglist: @yungkvte

The party lasted several more hours, the partygoers in a state of drunken oblivion that allowed Pacho and Blix to slip away quietly. The two of them drove off to his home and made their way upstairs to his room.

The two of them stripped slowly, crawling onto the bed once they were both naked.

Pacho hovered over her, brushing her hair from her face staring at her with a smirk.

“What?” She asked him, her hand running over his chest softly.

“I just… can’t believe you threatened to cartel members… over me. What did I do to deserve you?” He questioned kissing her firmly.

She kissed him back, her hand cupping his face.

She pulled away briefly to state, “Just lucky I guess.”

She returned her lips to his and they kissed for several minutes. Pacho slowly working his way down her neck and chest. He pressed several kisses to her skin, nipping here and there. Her moans were breathy as he worked.

“Luck? Hm. Not usually a believer in luck,” He muttered against her skin.

She laughed softly at him, “Hm. Don’t know what else to tell you then.”

“Fate. We were destined to find one another,” He countered looking up at her.

“Not a believer in fate or destiny. Then again… never had a reason to believe in those things,” Blix whispered.

“Maybe I’ll make a believer out of you,” Pacho said with a grin. “But first… I’m going to make sure you see stars.”

Her giggles soon turned to moans as he did just that.

The next morning, when they woke up their limbs tangled up around each other, Blix looked at him fondly. She had missed him more than she would ever say. They both quietly stretched and took a shower together. When they got dressed, and made their way downstairs, they discovered quite the crowd sitting in the living room.

Pacho’s arm was draped around her shoulders as they stepped off the stairs.

“What are y’all doing here?” Blix asked the group of men before them.

“We are here to talk business and have lunch. The two of you are late. Then again… I am sure the both of you needed to catch up,” Gilberto answered, his voice teasing.

“Mmhmm. Imma need y’all to not act like schoolgirls just cause we had sex. Most of you are married. You in particular have 3 wives. Maybe focus on your sex lives, or…. As I hear… lack thereof,” She tossed back with a smirk.

“Knife to the heart. No mercy this one,” Gilberto said putting a hand on his heart in mock pain.

Pacho took a seat on the lone chair, pulling Blix into his lap as he does so. She adjusted herself as she sat and listened to them talk about their next phases. As they talked, Navegante walked in, holding the home phone.

“It’s for you,” He said handing it to her.

She stared at him confused, wondering who the hell would call her at Pacho’s house.

“Hello?” She answered taking it from him.

“Hello Miss Lage, this is Judy Moncada. Was wondering if I could steal a few minutes of your time?” Came a feminine voice.

“Go on,” Blix urged curiously.

“I was hoping to have a meeting with the Cali, wanting to form an alliance with them. I was told that you were the one to go to make this meet happen?” Judy explained.

“Hm. Wonder who told you that? Listen, Mrs. Moncada, I’m going to need more info than just wanting an alliance. The brothers are busy, and Pacho will only meet if it is worthwhile. Cocaine is all about the sales, no? Then sale this proposition to me,” Blix prompted ignoring the looks she was receiving from everyone around her.

“Escobar has killed my husband and brother. I want him dead just as much as they do. I am willing to do whatever it takes to get that done. How’s that?” Judy replied firmly.

Blix reached over to grab the calendar and looked it over.

“How does Wednesday, at 11am sound? You get one chance Mrs. Moncada, you better come with a damn good offer,” Blix offered. “Oh. And Mrs. Moncada… I am sorry for your loss.”

“Wednesday at 11 is fine,” Judy answered. “And…. Thank you. You are one of the few people to say such.”

They hung up, and Blix wrote the meeting into the calendar before setting it back on the table.

“Judy Moncada wishes to meet with you and is willing to do whatever it takes to get revenge on Escobar,” Blix informed them, handing the phone back to Navegante.

Diego popped up suddenly with her cell before anyone could say anything.

“Your phone has been going off,” Diego tells her.

She takes it from him and answered it as it began to ring again. She hears an automated voice tell her this was a collect call from a prison in Mexico.

She followed the prompts, standing up and walking away.

She moved outside as the phone picked up.

“Miss Lage. I hear you made quite the arrest. Wanted to give my congratulations,” Came Felix Gallardo’s voice.

“Mr. Gallardo. What a pleasant surprise? Thank you, I suppose. But… I get the feeling that you have more to talk about than my work,” She was suspicious.

“Hmm. No. No hidden motives, other than wanting to see if you’d take my call. Surprised I don’t hear Pacho huffing in the background,” He teased somewhat darkly.

“Mr. Gallardo, I thank you again for the congrats, but unless there is something of actual importance you wish to say to me, I’m hanging up,” She warned her thumb hovering over the end call button.

“Do let Amado and them know… their victory will be brief. Just because I’m in jail doesn’t mean I don’t have any power. Do tell them that, to watch their backs,” He said darkly.

“As for you Miss Lage, that dress you wore? Looked beautiful on you, shame that it had to get dirty chasing down König. Oh. Before I forget… a package should be arriving for you. I do hope you like it,” Felix told her hanging up.

She stared at her phone, walking back into the living room as Diego handed her a package. There was no return address on it. She quietly opened it to find a painting of a pomegranate in a somewhat gothic style.

She stared at it noticing a quote in Latin. It said, “If I cannot move Heaven, I shall raise Hell,” and was written above the fruit, near what appeared to be a gateway painted behind it.

She pulled out the note that was at the bottom of the box.

“The descent into Hell is easy, little shark. Don’t trip, for the monsters will descend upon you. You are becoming quite the Queen of Darkness; I am sad I will not get to witness your descent. – Felix”

She stared at the note, noticing her hand was shaking as she held it. It slipped from her fingers, and she stared blankly at the floor.

Pacho stepped over to her, looking concerned. He picked up the note, and took the artwork with firm hands, looking at them briefly. He tossed them onto the coffee table and stood in front of Blix, lifting her chin up.

“He was the one who called?” he waited for her nod, “Do not accept his calls anymore, okay?”

She simply nodded again, clearing her throat.

“What does this mean? Why is Gallardo sending you this?” Amado questioned looking at the items.

“That day… in the hotel, the art auction? I quoted Horace. He was a Roman poet. Satirist. He became friends with Virgil, another famous poet. The quotes… those are his. The Pomegranate is a symbol of Persephone, a goddess of spring who became the Queen of the Underworld when she married Hades,” She explained motioning to each piece of the message.

“It’s a warning. That even someone as pure Persephone could fall,” Pacho surmised.

Blix nodded at his guess.

“He wanted me tell you to watch your backs. That he still has power despite being in jail,” She informed Amado sitting back down.

Amado scoffed muttering under his breath. Blix stood up again and walked down to her library. She needed some space and a moment to breathe.

She took a seat at her window nook and sighed softly. She was left alone for a good hour, when Pacho stepped into check on her.

“Lunch is ready, would you like to eat in here, or would you be okay with eating with us? Amado and the others have already left. It’s just Gilberto, Miguel, and Chepe,” He quietly informed her.

She looked at him, slowly making her way to him.

“Would love it… if we could just have one day free of drama. Just one,” She pleaded as she wrapped her arms around him.

“I know. I’m sorry, my love,” Pacho whispered to her, returning her embrace.

The two of them walked out, toward the dining room, joining the others for lunch.

The rest of the day went by in a blur and soon enough it was the next day.

She woke up, simply throwing a robe on not wanting to get dressed yet. She wandered downstairs, vaguely aware that it was oddly quiet.

She made her way into the kitchen where Pacho was cooking.

“Well. This is quite the sight,” She commented as she stared at him.

He smirked up at her, motioning for her to sit, as he focused on the meal.

“Where is everyone? It’s oddly quiet,” She looked around noticing she couldn’t even see guards patrolling.

He simply presented breakfast to her, pancakes and bacon, simply telling her to eat.

She does as requested staring at him with suspicion. Once she had finished, he took the plate away, washing it off, and putting it in the dish-machine.

“Today, it is just going to be me and you. The guards are still here, just further away. I thought you and I could go for a drive around town. Spend time together,” Pacho finally spoke.

Blix smiled at that, nodding her head. She got up from her seat and went upstairs to get dressed. She got dressed in some jeans and a cute halter top, throwing on some flats. She wandered back downstairs once she was ready, meeting Pacho in the garage. He held open the door to his green Porsche, bowing dramatically.

Blix laughed at his bow, thanking him in an overly posh voice as she stepped in.

The two of them drove into town, just enjoying each other’s company. They stopped occasionally to go shop or explore an area. It was nice to just relax and talk about random things. He drove her to his old neighborhood, showed her where he and Alvaro grew up.

“Remind me one day, to take you to New York and meet my family there. I am sure you would enjoy it,” Blix said as she held his hand.

“Hm. May have to take you up on that. So, what would you like to do now?” He asked her as they continued driving around.

She bit her lip as a thought came to mind.

“… How long do we have the house to ourselves?” She asked with a flirty smile.

“All day,” He replied simply with a smirk.

She leaned over resting her chin on his shoulder, kissing him randomly. Her hand slid over onto his thigh, squeezing it briefly. He sucked in a breath as her hand moved over to the growing bulge in his pants, rubbing it firmly.

“Darling…” He breathed, his hands clenching on the steering wheel.

“Yes, dear? Something the matter?” She said coyly as her hand continued their ministrations.

He pulled her hand away, holding it tightly in his, “You’re going to make me crash.”

Blix gave him a Cheshire-like grin and simply held his hand.

They drove home and made their way upstairs to his room. She made him sit down and straddled his hips. The both of them had long kicked off their shoes. She undid his pants, and he helped her by shoving them and his boxers off. She slid to her knees, positioning herself in between his legs.

She ran her hands her up and down his length, enjoying the soft breathy moans that were escaping him. She leaned forward, running her tongue over the tip, before slowly taking him into her mouth. She took as much as she could tolerate into her mouth, her hands taking care of the rest.

She bobbed her head up and down, moving slowly and purposefully at first, before picking up speed which caused several groans and grunts to escape Pacho lips. Sounds that she absolutely loved to hear.

Pacho at some point stopped her, gently motioning for her to pull away. He kissed her deeply, leaning down to her as he unbuttoned his shirt. She slipped out of her jeans, breaking the kiss for a second to also toss her shirt off, as he dragged her back onto the bed.

Her bra flew off at some point, and Pacho ripped her underwear off without care. Blix was lying on her back, as Pacho moved down to between her legs, and return the favor. His fingers dipped in and out, teasingly. He began to firmly thrust them inside her, while his thumb brushed over her clit firmly.

His mouth moved to replace his thumb, his tongue lavishing it sweetly. She could feel the pleasure building up swiftly and just before she could come, he pulled away. She whined at that, glaring down at him. He kissed his way back up to her lips, wrapping her legs around his waist as he lined himself up and slid in.

She moaned at the fullness she felt as he seated himself deeply. She rocked her hips, wanting him to move.

“Impatient, are we? Perhaps I should teach you some better manners? Only good girls get what they want,” Pacho teased, still not moving.

“Pacho. Move, please,” She pleaded softly with an exaggerated pout.

He chuckled at that, “Well. Since you asked so nicely.”

He began thrusting, long and powerful movements that led to short fast paced ones. It didn’t quite matter the speed at that point, the both of them were so turned on, that neither of them were going to last very long.

They reached their peaks in no time flat and collapsed in each other’s arms. Pacho began to pull out, when Blix stopped him.

She quietly told him to just stay, and he does so, resting his weight against her body softly.

He gently brushed her hair out of her face, pressing kisses randomly to her cheeks.

“How are you feeling my love?” He gently asked kissing her chin.

“Quite well. Today was very nice, thank you,” She tells him sweetly.

“Hm. It’s not over just yet, I have a lovely dinner planned for us this evening. The chefs are working on it as we speak. I plan to woo you,” Pacho said with a smile. “In fact, I think we should go take a bath.”

Pacho pulled away from her slowly, pulling her along with him, to his large jacuzzi-like bathtub. He turned the water on and threw some bath salts and threw in some bubble bath mix. When the water was a decent level, the both of them stepped in; Blix settled with her back against his chest, resting between his legs.

They turned the water off eventually, just relaxing. Pacho peppered her neck in kisses and bites as they sat.

“So… what’s on the agenda for tomorrow?” She eventually asked, turning her head to look at him.

“Mh. Not much, I have to go check on some locations. Make sure security is running properly. Would you like to join me?” He offered her.

“If you are comfortable with it, sure. Apparently, I am the go between,” Blix said with a snicker.

Pacho chuckled as well, kissing her cheek.

“Wouldn’t have offered it if I wasn’t comfortable with it. Diego will be with us,” Pacho informed her.

Blix nodded, yawning as she was hit with a wave of exhaustion.

“Hm. Should get out soon, dinner may be ready by now. Don’t want you falling asleep at the table,” Pacho teased.

The two of them stepped out, rinsing off before they threw on some underwear and robes. They didn’t feel the need to get too dressed up, since it was going to just be the two of them. They ate and quietly talked about nothing.

Once they had finished, they stepped out on to the covered patio, sitting outside to listen to the soft sounds of the rain.

“Did you ever figure out how your father was able to get pass security?” She asked wanting to know.

“Paid off one of the security guards to create a distraction somewhere on the grounds. That guard has since… been disposed of. No more troubles on that end,” Pacho assured her, holding her hand in his.

She nodded her head, leaning against him.

She tiredly tells him, “Haven’t gotten to tell you but uh… I got promoted.”

He turned and looked at her with surprise, a proud smile growing on his face.

“Well. Actually, I was offered any office in the world… but… I decided to stay here. So, I was promoted to be the new lead supervisor here in Colombia,” She explained further.

“Any office in the world? And you chose to stay here? Why’s that?” He questioned curiously.

“Hmm. Don’t know… Could be there’s this really hot guy I’m seeing?” She said teasingly.

“Oh? Really? Do I know this guy?” He asked joining her little joke.

“Think so. Brown hair and eyes, a face so pretty I want to punch it every now and again because of it, a lovely smile that he doesn’t show very often. He tends to be a bit overprotective, but I still love him. Sound familiar?” She listed with a smile.

“Mmhmm. Indeed. Sounds like a pretty good reason to stay,” Pacho replied kissing her cheek.

“That and I quite like Cali. Didn’t think I would when I came here but it’s grown on me,” Blix revealed thinking back to when she first came here.

Pacho raised an eyebrow curiously, motioning for her to elaborate.

“I was previously located in Greece and I loved it there. Thought about actually taking a permanent position there but there was greater need here in Colombia. So, I followed orders as a dutiful agent would. I hated everything. The heat, the humidity, the bugs. Working with men who thought I was a damsel in distress 24/7. It was awful,” She recalled scrunching her nose a bit.

“What wound up changing your mind?” Pacho inquired staring at her incredulously.

“Honestly? Horacio. Granted, he too was a bit reserved about me coming onboard here. He eventually realized that I could hold my own and became a bit like an older brother to me,” She explained softly. “I had a really bad habit in working so much that I would forget to eat, and he noticed that. Would check in on me and if I couldn’t recall when I ate last, he made me stop working immediately and go get food.”

Pacho nodded in understanding, “So, he was the first one to sort of welcome you to the country and made it more bearable?”

Blix nodded in response, “Yeah. He would invite me over to his home and have dinner with his family. He treated me like family and made my first year here more tolerable.”

“Which is why you got so upset when I suggested you two were together when we had that first lunch together that day. I see my mistake,” He said with a nod as he thought back to the second time they met.

She chuckled at that with a firm nod.

As the rain began to pick up, they made their way back inside and upstairs, back to bed. Blix felt a dull pain in her shoulder that was slowly building. She moved her arm back and forth, trying to work out the stiffness that was forming. Pacho motioned for her to lay down on the bed, on her stomach.

She shrugged off the robe, doing as requested, tucking her arms under the pillow. She felt him sidle up next to her on the bed, and felt his hands slowly run over her back. His hands began to massage her back, working out the knots he found. She groaned every time he worked on a spot that was particularly tight.

The impromptu massage was so relaxing that she wound up falling asleep. Pacho finished, smiling at the soft snores he could hear coming from her. He made a few phone calls to make sure everything was good to go for tomorrow’s meeting before lying back down next to Blix.

He laid on his side, admiring her, his fingertips running over the many scars he could see. He fell asleep, smiling briefly when he felt her move closer to him, seeking his warmth.

The next morning, the clouds had cleared away, showing a bright sunny day. She woke up to the sun on her face, and Pacho still asleep behind her. She sat up with ease, sighing quietly as she realized the massage had made sure she didn’t wake up tense.

She grabbed one of his shirts, throwing it on haphazardly as she got up and made her way to her bedroom to change. She threw on some dark wash jeans and a tank top. She stepped into some cowboy boots knowing they were going to meet at the ranch, and she had planned to ride Phobos while they spoke.

Despite having not talked to Pacho for a month, she still made trips out to the ranch to see Phobos. She always felt better after spending some time with him, whether it was going for rides or simply grooming him.

She walked downstairs, hearing movement and found Diego with a few of the guards talking quietly.

“Hello Diego. What’s happening?” Blix asked him, wondering why everyone was acting strangely.

“Escobar escaped prison last night and is apparently on a bit of rampage,” Diego informed her.

“Shit,” Blix said as she walked over to her bag with her phone.

She had a few missed calls, and as she answered them, she was given more details. DEA found out that Escobar had created a palace and had proof of it, but the ambassador wouldn’t do anything with it. So, they went to a local news station and gave them the info which led to public outrage. Which then led to an investigation at the prison that went awry, and Escobar escaped.

“Javi… You have the worst luck,” Blix said to him when he recounted everything to her on the phone.

“Yeah. I know. But the President is embarrassed and wants this fixed. There’s been talk that he may be bringing Carrillo back,” He said with a sigh.

“Good. He didn’t deserve to be shipped off to Spain anyway. It would be nice to see him again,” She said mostly to herself.

“Heh. I’ll keep ya update if they decide to bring him back,” He promised before hanging up.

She had wandered into the kitchen when she was making the calls, taking a few bites of an arepas filled with eggs. She munched on it as she returned the living room, smiling when she saw Pacho up and dressed for the day.

As she stood next to him, he stole a bite from her arepas causing her to gasp dramatically.

“How rude? Is mine,” She pouted as he tried to take another bite. “Diegoooo! Make him stoopp!”

Diego laughed at her plea, shaking his head.

She begrudgingly shared her food with him as they made their way to the cars. The trip to the ranch didn’t take long, and as Pacho got security set up for when the brothers arrived, Blix and Diego went over to the stalls.

Diego saddled up a horse as a stable hand brought Phobos out to her, ready to go. She gave him a couple of pets, cooing to him, before mounting him. Once Diego was ready to go, the two of them took a stroll around the property.

“So, what’s been happening since you decided to disappear on us?” Diego asked curiously.

Blix told him about her promotion and her decision to stay here. Diego raised an eyebrow at that.

“Hm. Staying here eh? You going to stick around with us then? Or you going to continue pretending you are a good girl?” He asked in a joking manner.

She snorted at that, “Yeah. My role has basically become a desk job. My second, Theo, he is taking over the active missions. I have no true need for my place now. Would it bother you if I wound up taking a more permanent residence here?”

“No, actually I wouldn’t mind it at all. Pacho tends to act more rationally when you are around. When I say we all tried for well over an hour to get him to have his hand properly looked at the party, I mean it. He wouldn’t listen to any of us,” Diego remarked.

“What exactly happened that led up to that point? He has yet to tell me,” Blix wanted to know.

Diego slowed his horse down to a stop, pausing as he took a deep breath.

“The older Salvador? The one whose hands you pinned down with a knife? Made several… comments about his sexuality…about me… and you… Usually he is able to ignore them but when the comments turned to you, he was not okay. He gripped his glass so hard that he shattered it trying to not cause a fight,” Diego told her with a wince.

“Hm. Note to self, maim him next time I see that worthless piece of shit,” Blix noted with a scowl.

Diego snickered at that, “So violent. I love it though. We should probably start heading back. I doubt their meeting will last too much longer.”

Blix nodded, they had been riding for about an hour at that point and it didn’t take them very long to return to the ranch. The two of them dismounted their horses and handed them off to a stable hand who was planning to give them a thorough grooming.

They rejoined Pacho, who was standing with the brothers and an older woman who she presumed was Judy Moncada.

“Hello, Mrs. Moncada. It is a pleasure to meet you,” She greeted her, holding her hand out to shake.

“Miss Lage, a pleasure to meet you as well. Thank you for this very beneficial introduction. I hope to see you at our next meeting. Word has it you can be quite ruthless,” Judy noted looking at her with a bit of scrutiny.

“Hm. Yes. But only when it comes to protecting what’s mine. Not sure I’d be much help in your one-woman war against Escobar,” Blix admitted looping her arms arounds both Pacho’s and Diego’s, proudly.

Judy nodded, “An honest woman. I like that. I simply hope Escobar doesn’t take anything from you like he has done me.”

Judy walked away at that, getting in her car driving off. Blix didn’t want to admit it…but that last statement left her with a feeling of dread. She knew it was just Judy speaking from her pain, but it came off as a warning in Blix’s mind. She mentally shook it off for now, trying to dismiss the anxious thoughts that swirled in her mind.

Pacho, Diego and Blix returned home where Blix received word that Carrillo was returning to Colombia, and that he’d be back by tomorrow afternoon.

While initially, she was thrilled at that, Judy’s words still circled in the back of her mind. Something was telling her… that something terrible was going to happen. She just wasn’t sure what.

Diego and Pacho both could tell something was bothering her and tried their best to distract her. It worked for a time but even later on as she laid in bed, the feeling of dread still loomed, and sleep was hard to come by. She hoped it was just her mind playing tricks on her, but only time would tell whether her worry was warranted or not.

#pacho herrera x oc #pacho herrera #narcos

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shadow-assassin-blix · 4 years ago

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A Picture is a Poem Without Words

Chapter 9

A/N: Okay. Some slight drama. Canon typical violence. Slightly nsfw-ish in that there's some fingering.

(Noticed far too late that half of it didnt transfer over, fixed that)

Diego and Blix do some much needed bonding.

Everything tag: @mikeisthricedeceased

Pacho tag: @yungkvte

They laid there a few minutes more, simply enjoying one another’s presence, before with a small groan, Blix sat up.

She quietly stretched, turning her neck side to side, grunting at the small pops and cracks her neck made. Pacho straightened up next to her pressing a kiss to her shoulder.

“Gilberto said he found you in my office last night? Doing homework as he claims,” Pacho teased as he brushed her back behind her hair.

“Just… trying to understand your world. Gotta say… it’s far more complicated than I thought it was,” Blix lightly noted as she turned to look at him.

“It’s not all crazy parties and getting high. It’s a lot of work to be one of the best cartels in the world,” Pacho said with a smirk.

Blix hummed in response, pushing off the covers, as both of them got up. Blix quietly got dressed, throwing on some shorts and a tank top. She finished getting ready, as Pacho waited, looking at all the things she had unboxed the day before. He stared at the items curiously.

“Your mother had very strange tastes,” He muttered quietly as he picked up the mace.

“Indeed, she did,” Blix stated as she walked up to him, ready for the day.

Pacho turned to look at her, “Not planning on using any of these on me, are you?”

“Hmm. Don’t know. Depends on whether you’re a good boy or not. Don’t test my wrath,” She said with a teasing smile as she walked past him, toward the hallway.

Pacho shook his head with a smile, before following after her.

They made their way downstairs, joining the others for lunch.

She got about halfway through her meal before she remembered she had to make some phone calls. She got up and called Theo to see where he had gotten on the warehouse that they believed was König’s.

“Hey, so there is a lot of activity going on in a warehouse that’s allegedly abandoned. We’ve been monitoring it from a safe distance, and we’ve seen a lot of armed guards patrolling. We’ve seen König wandering the property, but we have yet to see anything damning,” Theo reported, a small yawn escaping him as he finished.

“Good to know. Keep watch for now, we’ll catch him soon enough. Has there been any other robberies I should be made aware of?” She questioned as she paced around the living room.

“None so far. Not sure if that’s good or bad. But I’ll keep you posted,” Theo answered.

“Yeah. Hm. He’ll mess up soon enough and we will be there when it happens. Talk to you later,” Blix ended the call with a small sigh.

She ran her hand over chin, in contemplation. She had slowly wandered down a hallway away from everyone and was near a door that was slightly ajar. She looked inside and saw something that made her smile. She pushed the door further open and saw books lining several shelves and cases.

As she examined the books, she realized they were the books that her sisters sent her from their mother’s home. She ran her fingertip down the spines of several, quietly remembering each story. Several were antiques of the classics and others were miscellaneous. She walked further in and noticed there was an area full of throw pillows and soft cushions surrounding a window nook.

The window, she noted, looked out over the grounds, and it was slightly breathtaking.

She sat on the seat, gazing out.

“See you found your library. Pacho will be sad that you found this before he could show you,” Diego’s voice came from behind her.

“I’ll act surprised when he shows me. He set this all up just for me? Why?” She asked looking around from her seat.

“Isn’t it obvious by now? He cares for you. Loves you even. Just like he does me,” Diego responded as he joined her.

“Are you okay with that though? Sharing him? I know we never actually really sat down and talked this out,” She mentioned as she made room for him to join her.

“I’ll admit in the beginning, I wasn’t thrilled by you,” Diego began.

“’Wasn’t thrilled?’ You tormented me for days!” Blix exclaimed shoving him lightly.

“Okay. I was an ass. The point is, I see now, you are not just some fling of his. You make him happy in ways that I cannot. Just like I make him happy in ways you can’t. He wants both of us. We are not fighting for his attention. He wants us, we want him. That’s that. Plus, he’s allowing you to see the inner workings of the cartel; information that is usually pretty heavily guarded. If he trusts you with that, then I can trust you with him,” Diego explained, taking her hands into his.

Blix nodded once in response, with a small smile.

“So… is he going to be busy with the brothers today?” She inquired after a moment.

“Probably, why?” Diego asked looking at her curiously.

“Well. One, I promised Phobos I would take him out for a ride today. Two, I just thought me, and you can hang out. Get to know one another. If you ‘re cool with it,” She proposed.

“How about tomorrow? I have somethings I need to do this afternoon, but tomorrow I am pretty much free. We could run around town if you’d like?” Diego countered.

“Sounds good to me. Now, gotta harass someone in to taking me to the ranch,” Blix muttered thinking of who to choose.

“Or… I’ll drop you off on my way out. Gotta head out anyway,” Diego offered.

“Ooh. Yes. Lemme go put on boots,” Blix said excitedly, getting up.

She rushed upstairs to get her socks and some boots. She hopped on one foot each, as she threw them on. She ran downstairs, meeting up with Diego; they hopped into his car, driving off.

In no time, he had dropped her off. She walked over to Phobos’ stall, grabbing a brush on her way to him. She pulled him out of his stall, taking him to a small post to tie him to. She began to give him a thorough brushing, quietly talking to him.

Once he was brushed, she saddled him up and began to trot around with him. She walked around with him, letting him get used to her. They spent a good 2 hours wandering the grounds before returning to the stables.

Navegante was waiting for her when she got back with Phobos. She got him settled back into his stall and stretched for a moment before joining Navegante. He took her back to Pacho’s home, dropping her off before disappearing himself.

She walked inside and was told by some guards that Pacho and the brothers had left; Pacho should be back by tonight though.

She decided to just continue her reading upstairs in his office. She spent a few hours doing that, when a guard informed her dinner was ready if she was. She got up and made her way downstairs, after securing the files she had pulled out. She took the plate of food, eating at the table, somewhat watching the soccer game that was playing on the television.

She had just finished eating, when there was a knock at the door.

“What the hell?” She whispered as she got up.

She grabbed a gun that was hidden in a drawer, walking toward the door. She opened it cautiously, gun tucked behind her back.

She stared at the man before her. She had never seen him before, but noticed he looked somewhat familiar.

“Hello? Can I help you?” She questioned him.

“So, you’re the woman my boy is in love with? Seems he’s finally becoming a man,” Came a deep, gravelly voice.

It was then she realized why he looked familiar. He looked a bit like an older Pacho, but with Alvaro’s curls.

“Mr. Herrera. What brings you here?” She asked him dully, immediately annoyed by his presence.

“Wanted to speak to him. Found you instead. You’re much prettier to look at then he is,” He announced pushing his way inside.

“Yes. Please come in,” She muttered annoyed.

She quietly grabbed her phone, discreetly calling Pacho, hoping he picked up. She set the phone down on the counter, watching her intruder look around the living room.

She took a breath of relief when she saw that the phone had connected.

“Mr. Herrera. I don’t know why you are here, but you need to go. Pacho is not here, nor is Alvaro. You are not welcomed. So, either get out, or I’ll make you leave,” She warned him loudly, trying to gain his attention.

“Please. You’re not going to do anything. So, what is it about you that you turned my son back to a normal man?” He asked with a snarl as he turned to her.

“Normal? Oh no. He is still very much gay. He just enjoys my company. Get. Out.” She replied coldly, as she pulled the gun out.

He chuckled, somewhat darkly, “Are you really going to shoot me? I don’t think you have it in you, wench.”

She narrowed her eyes in response, aiming the gun to a spot near his head. She took one shot, the bullet grazing his ear at it embedded itself in the wall behind him. He groaned loudly, touching his ear gingerly.

“Next one, will go between your eyes. Now get out. Leave me alone. Leave Pacho and Alvaro alone. Neither of them wants anything to do you with. You come near them again, and I will bury you so deep into the ground that the Earth’s core will incinerate your corpse,” She promised him, motioning with the gun for him to walk out the door.

“Such loyalty to a man who will only break your heart. Tell me, whatever did he promise you to receive such protectiveness?” He asked as he slowly moved to the door, his eyes fixated on the gun.

“Heh. He’s not the first man to ever break my heart, doubt he’ll be the last. Why does everyone think he bought me? Bought my loyalty? It’s truly starting to vex me. I’m a simple woman Mr. Herrera. Offering simple human decency is enough. Now get out of my home. I truly hate cleaning up blood,” She growled as she stepped forward.

She watched as he ran out, to his car, and made sure he drove off before closing and locking the door. She moved over to the phone, picking it up.

“Pacho. You there?” She asked her voice cracking slightly.

“Yes. I’m here. I’m almost home honey. Is he still there?” He inquired, his own voice shaking.

“No. He’s gone. Ya know… I expected your dad to be a piece of work, but I never thought that I would want to immediately strangle him once he started talking,” She tried to joke, but in all honesty, she was a bit freaked out.

She hears him snort before replying, “Yeah. He’s… something.”

“How… how far away are you?” She asked in a whisper.

“5 minutes. Tops. Salcedo has already… detained… my father who we passed by on our way in. He won’t be bothering you anymore,” Pacho firmly stated.

“I’ll see you in a few then?” She confirmed as she took a seat on the couch.

“Yes. I’ll see you in a moment,” Pacho tells her.

She slowly hung up, waiting on the couch for him. In a minute, the room was filled with guards and Pacho.

Pacho walked over to her, his eyes roaming over her, as he checked her.

“He didn’t hurt you, did he?” Pacho questioned as he looked her over.

“No. I’m okay. He just… unnerved me a bit,” She answered him.

Diego popped up next to them, whispering something in Pacho’s ear. Pacho simply nodded in response, his eyes never leaving hers.

The whole house was buzzing about with tension; several people were trying to figure out where the hell the guards were that was supposed to be there. Why was he able to come on the grounds?

Blix was tired of everyone fussing over her, 10 minutes had passed and everyone and their mom it felt, had come to ask her if she was okay. She stood up, and made her way upstairs, away from everyone and their concern.

She hid in her room, keeping the door locked. She went to bed, but it was a fitful sleep. When she finally woke up the next day, she felt exhausted as she sat up. She quietly got ready for the day, hoping a shower would wake her up, and wash away the funk she felt. She walked into her closet trying to decide what to wear, when she heard a rumble of thunder, followed by the sound of rain.

“Guess that answers that,” She mumbled to herself as she grabbed jeans, a shirt, and some boots.

She quietly got ready, unlocking her door, as soon as she was dressed. She strolled downstairs, smiling smally at the sight of Diego, who was leaning against the back of the couch, waiting.

“Hey. Ready to get out of here for a bit?” Diego asked her when he sees her.

She nodded, looking around. She spied Pacho in the kitchen, she slowly walked over to him. He was finishing up a phone call, when he spotted her. Once he hung up, he made his way to her.

“I’m sorry for just… leaving the room last night. Not used to that many people fussing over me. It was a bit overwhelming,” She whispered as he stood before her.

“It’s okay beautiful. I’m just glad you are okay. My father… he won’t be bothering us ever again. I’m sorry you had to deal with him by yourself. He should have never been able to get to the house,” Pacho said pulling her into his arms.

She hugged him back with a sigh.

“I hear you and Diego are spending the day together?” Pacho mentioned with a curious look.

“Yeah. I mean… we both care about you. May as well get along right? So, we are going to go get to know another,” Blix explained scratching the back of her neck.

“I like that you two are spending time together. Though now you two will conspire against me I feel. But I’ll deal with that later,” Pacho teased as he walked her back into the living room.

She chuckled at that, grabbing a jacket and an umbrella that was offered to her, as her and Diego made their way out to his car.

“Alright. Where we going first?” Blix asked as they started to drive.

“Figured we could go grab a bite to eat to go, followed by either some shopping or we could go to a museum?” Diego listed out as he fiddled with the radio for a moment.

“Food yes. Shopping maybe. Museum. Hmm. I’d be down for that. Be nice to go to museum that I don’t have to investigate,” Blix replied nodding her head to the music that was now blasting from the radio.

Livin on a Prayer by Bon Jovi was playing, and she began to rock out to it. Diego laughed for a moment before joining her.

When they got into downtown Cali, they picked up some muffins and hot teas to drink. They ate as they drove to a nearby museum. They parked, dashing inside the museum trying to avoid the rain as much as possible. They strolled around the museum, talking about each piece that caught their interests. Diego was apparently quite a history buff.

Blix looked at him with a soft smile.

“What? What’s with that look?” Diego questioned as they were finishing up their walk around.

“Nothing. It’s… it’s nice talking to someone who knows what I’m talking about without… having to explain 30 other events and situations. It’s honestly nice, having someone else explain new facts to me,” She explained with a shrug.

“Clearly, you haven’t dated the right men. Pacho especially loves art, ask him to take you to an auction sometime. He’d loved that,” Diego joked, throwing an arm around her shoulders.

“Hm. Loves art eh? Is that why he bought a Caravaggio without verifying it was real?” Blix snorted as they walked into the gift shop.

Diego choked on a laugh, “Oof. Well. First off, Miguel bought that and gifted it to Pacho. Pacho only kept it up because it was a gift. He hated it otherwise.”

“Good to know. So, where should we go after this?” Blix asked staring at some trinkets.

“Don’t know. Where do you like to shop?” Diego asked picking up a glass figurine, staring at it before putting it back down.

She bit her lip at the thought that came to mind.

“Ever been thrift store shopping?” She inquired, with a raised eyebrow.

Diego looked at her surprised, “Noo. You… you like thrift stores?”

“Yeah? Duh. Do I look like the kind of person who likes to shop at fancy-schmancy places?” Blix countered gesturing to her outfit.

“Soulmate. That’s what you are. Let’s go!” He excitedly said dragging her out to the car.

The two of them spent the next several hours, going to various thrift shops, trying on outfits and being goofy. The two of them both bought several things from each shop, items varying from outfits to accessories.

When they had their fill of shopping, they grabbed a bite to eat, parked on the side of the road, munching away happily.

“I don’t ask this to annoy you, but are you okay after last night? I’ve had the displeasure of meeting their father as well. It’s…” He trailed off making a face.

“Yeah. I’m okay. It was just unnerving how much he and Pacho looked a like,” Blix noted with a small shudder.

“Same. Took me a while to separate that what he said, did not come from Pacho himself. This is the third time he’s appeared out of nowhere and it’ll be the last. You can always talk to me about it. Pacho… he knows how terrible his father is but doesn’t quite understand why it’s hard to get over the things his father says,” Diego commented.

Blix nodded with a grateful smile, “Thanks.”

The two of them finished their meal, tossing the remains into a nearby public trashcan. As they made their way back to Pacho’s house they talked about their pasts. He knew a great deal about hers so, he was telling her mostly about himself.

“Parents abandoned me when I was a kid. Bounced around in the foster system for a long while. When I was 17, I ran off, decided I wanted to make my own way through the world. Ran into Pacho, quite literally, and my life changed from that day forward,” Diego began.

“How did you ‘quite literally’ run into Pacho? Explain that good sir,” Blix wondered with a teasing smile.

“Was running from a cop, stole food cause I was hungry, and ran right into Pacho. Cop was fortunately on the Cali’s payroll, so Pacho just waved him off. Took me in, 2 months later we were together, and have been since,” Diego told her with a laugh.

Blix laughed softly at that, listening to him tell more stories about himself.

Soon enough they had pulled up to the house, and after grabbing as many bags as they could, they hurried inside. It took a few minutes to sort out what went to who, but soon enough they had parted to go placed their stuff in their rooms.

She was hanging stuff up when she heard Pacho’s voice, “Did you two have fun?”

She looked toward him, before skipping over to him, “Yes. We did. It was a good bonding experience.”

Pacho shook his head at that, pressing a kiss to her lips softly.

“Would you like to come swim with us? I think Diego may be a bit in love with you. Something about history and thrift shopping?” He ribbed lightly.

She kissed him back, walking over to her closet to grab a bathing suit. She grabbed a two piece, changing into it quickly. It was times like this she was glad his pool was indoors. She grabbed a towel, following Pacho to his room, where he changed as well.

Pacho after getting dressed, stopped and stared at her for a moment. He was checking her out, a smirk growing on his face as he examined her.

She noticed his staring, “What?”

“Just admiring you,” He stated simply as he walked forward.

She looked down and away, a slight warmth to her cheeks.

“Snake charmer. That’s all you are,” She muttered as she turned and led the way to the pool.

Pacho’s smirk only grew, especially as he was treated to her backside.

“Stop staring at my ass,” She called over shoulder.

Pacho slowly caught up to her as they entered the pool house. Diego was already doing some laps when they joined him. The water was warm, as she stepped in, dunking herself when she got in deep enough. She floated calmly as she heard the guys goofing around and splashing each other.

She felt one of them swim up to her, and she turned her head to see who appeared.

“May I ask where all of these scars came from?” Diego politely requested as he looked at her.

She straightened up, to stand, wadded over to the edge, pulling herself up to sit on it.

“Ask away,” She granted, ringing water out of her hair.

He came up to her and would point at a scar. Her answers tended to be brief as she explained them, many were from work and others were from her childhood.

Pacho had at some point joined them, listening quietly. Once she was done, Pacho slowly pulled her back into the pool. As she rejoined them in the water, Pacho kissed the side of her neck, gently. She turned her head to him, kissing his cheek. She moved forward, wanting to do some laps before she got too tired.

When she was done, she got out, wrapping her towel around her, watching Pacho & Diego for a moment. While they were distracted, she made her way inside the house, briefly stopping to get a drink. It was while she was taking a sip of her Pepsi that she heard a strange noise. Setting her drink down, she moved toward the sound, which led to the basement door.

She knew she should let it go and ignore it, but she couldn’t help herself. She opened the door, walking down the dimly stairs. As she reached the bottom there was a lone light shining onto a man, tied down to a chair.

She realized as she got closer that it was Mr. Herrera, who had been badly beaten. His head lulled up to look at her, hearing her footsteps.

“Well, well, well. My son’s whore. What brings you here? Want to take a few hits too?” He taunted, spitting out blood.

“No. Heard a noise. Making sure the house wasn’t haunted. Now that I see that it’s just you… well. I think I’ll let you die alone and miserable,” She responded disgusted.

She turned away from him, planning to just go back to her room.

“Wait. Don’t you turn your back on me. Come back here,” He demanded, with a groan and a cough.

“No. Don’t think I will. Enjoy the rest of your life. However short it may be,” She stated not turning around.

She could hear him yelling more profanities at her as she closed the basement door, grabbing her drink, and going upstairs.

Unaware that Pacho had seen her emerge from that room, he listened to his father’s shouts for a minute before ordering Navegante to get rid of him. He found Blix in her room, grabbing clothes to change into for bed, after her shower.

“You should join me in my room, once you are done,” He told her, causing her to jump slightly as she wasn’t expecting him.

“Christ! Clearly need to throw a bell on you, so I have a warning system,” Blix startled, pressing a hand to her chest.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” Pacho apologized before requesting. “I know that…sometimes curiosity can get the best of us. Do me a favor, please don’t go down to the basement anymore. For your own safety.”

“I promise. I’m going to go clean up, and then I’ll join you in your room,” She promised him.

About 20 minutes later, she was strolling into Pacho’s room. She had finished her drink beforehand and joined him on the bed.

“Diego joining us?” She wondered.

“Not tonight, he has other plans,” He whispered to her.

“Your dad… was he always like that? Or was he just good at hiding his hate before he found out about you?” She asked him, shaking her head.

“Hm. Let’s just say… my mother left him for a good reason. She was trying to gain full custody of us when he kicked me out. I didn’t care much. I was moreso worried about Alvaro. I was able to help my mother gain custody of him at least,” Pacho explained, as he wrapped his arms around her.

She returned his embrace, “That’s good….” She paused for a second. “I assume Navegante took care of him.”

Pacho nodded in response, and Blix simply said, “Good.”

She burrowed herself into his arms, growing tired.

“I did want to thank you though. For defending my honor. Not many people would be willing to shoot at their partner’s parent. In fact…” Pacho trailed off, as his hand slowly slid down her curves.

His hand languidly found its way into her sleep shorts, moving past her underwear. His fingers ran themselves up and down her slit, toying with her folds lightly. She took in a shuddering breath as his thumb brushed against her clit.

He gently slid a finger inside her, making a come-hither motion, before a second finger joined. The palm of his hand brushed against her clit teasingly, slowly working her up. Her body was growing warm, and breath short as his movements became more deliberate.

Soon his fingers found a spot that made her gasp loudly, her hands trying to find purchase wherever. His fingers moved over that spot several times, leading her to a swift orgasm. She rode out her orgasm for a moment or two before he pulled his hand away.

“Well. I was tired, but now I don’t really want to sleep,” She moaned softly.

“I was hoping you’d say that,” Pacho groaned as he rolled them over slightly, laying on top of her.

They spent the rest of the night trying to wear each other out.

#pacho herrera #narcos #pacho herrera x oc

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shadow-assassin-blix · 4 years ago

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A Picture is a Poem Without Words

CHAPTER 7

A/N: Okay. So this one is a long one. It’s like 10k. Many things happen. A lot of family drama but fluff to even it out. So we see the return of Javier and Horacio, briefly along with some Steve. Escobar and Valeria appear and are not viewed in great light. (Valeria is not my favorite character tbh).

Warnings: Okay. So. There is some childhood abuse talked about, nothing in extreme detail but I marked when it begins and when its safe again. There’s a brief mention of an attempted assault, not detailed just implied. Um.

As always: “Speak” “Spanish” ‘Thoughts’

She had cleaned up the house for the most part and was satisfied with the work she had done. She had just started to sit down when there was a knock on her. She made her way to the door, answering it.

“Salcedo? What brings you here?” She asked surprised.

“Pacho wants you close by. Escobar is not happy and Pacho is worried that you may be a target,” He quickly explained.

She sighed, somewhat annoyed, “And I’m guessing I don’t have much of a choice in this matter?”

Salcedo gave her an apologetic look.

“Let me go get some things. I have 2 boxes of mail to go through so that shall be coming with us,” She tells him quickly.

She handed him the box of cards, letters and small gifts. He took it with a nod and another guard came up and took the heavier box from her family in New York. She grabbed some of her own clothes, and necessities packing them into a suitcase quickly. Once she was ready, they drove her to Pacho’s home.

She walked in, noticing the brothers were there with Pacho. She sees Alvaro sitting next to him reading a book, a notepad near him for when he stopped to write every so often.

She made her way over to the couch, taking the open seat by Pacho quietly. He continued to speak to Miguel about something, the only sign that he gave that he noticed she was there, was his hand coming to rest on her knee.

Salcedo and Córdova set her boxes near her, before taking her suitcase upstairs to her room.

While they talked, she began opening cards. Most of them were from other fighters, who wished her a happy birthday and told her they missed her.

Some had cash stuffed in their cards. Others they sent a gift, that was in the form of a fox. She lined up several trinkets, shakers, towels, and such, all fox themed.

Gilberto asked with a laugh, “Why do you have so many foxes, little one?”

“It’s a long story…” She said with a shake of her head.

She had eventually gotten through all of the birthday wishes, and all that was left was regular mail, so she set the box aside for now.

She walked over to the heavier box, laying it down flat. She pulled out a knife to cut the tape that sealed it. As she pulled open the flats, the first thing she saw was a note resting near a some brand new boxing gloves.

She quickly pulled them with an excited squeak.

“Yesss. Been needing a new pair,” She mumbled throwing a glove on to see how it fit.

She clenched her fist a few times, checking it out. Once she was satisfied, she set them gently onto the coffee table. She turned back to the box and noticed there was plain white box sitting in there as well, so she set it and the note aside for a moment. She cleared away the tissue to find bubble wrap and it was tightly wound across the large item that was inside.

She gently cut down the sides of the cardboard box, so it was completely flat. She then gently lifted the item up and began to unwrap it one-handed.

She slowly revealed a shadow box, that had her old fight outfit, a few news articles, and her first pair of gloves pinned inside.

“The Silver Vixen?” Came Pacho’s voice as he walked up to get a closer look at it.

“That was my fight name,” She said softly staring at the items inside fondly.

She looked up, and gently waved over a couple guards, asking them to put it some place safe for her. They did, carrying it off to the side. She turned to the white box and note.

She opened the note reading it quickly.

‘Hey sis, on the off chance that you ever come back home, we figured you should have the proper gear and attire beforehand. Love you, Happy Birthday! – Jack & Andy’

“Oh lord,” She whispered as she realized what exactly was in the white box.

Pacho raised an eyebrow, looking at her expectantly.

“Well. Go on. Show us,” His voice was teasing.

She pulled the lid off, shoved the tissue paper away and pulled out a sports bra, a pair of shorts, and a silk robe, all in a dark silver. All embellished with the words “Silver Fox” in white stitching.

“You never told me you were a fighter,” Pacho noted staring at the items.

“I mean… I only did like 10 tournaments/matches,” She waved it off.

“Uh huh. And how many did you lose?” Gilberto asked with a teasing smile.

She looked every which direction, not making eye contact as she not so casually scratched her face, before holding up one finger.

“One? You lost one match?” Miguel asked with a shake of his head.

“Yeah. I did it for a year… during my last match, there was an FBI recruiter in the crowd, and he told me I should apply. So… I did,” She explained briefly, retaking her seat. “And now here I am.”

Pacho leaned over and quietly whispered, “I find that strangely sexy. I might have to see some of these moves of yours.”

She shook her head, smiling at him somewhat embarrassed.

“I’m really not that good. Just… quick,” She replied modestly.

As they resumed talking about business, she grabbed the rest of her mail at the bottom of the box.

She quickly flicked through them, determining them to be junk mail. She checked the box and saw a manilla envelope at the bottom, she grabbed it setting it to the side as she dumped her cards and gifts back into the box, tossing the fighting outfit in there as well.

She was following along with their conversation, as she set the somewhat thick envelope onto her lap.

She looked down at it, her breath catching in her throat as she noticed the address. She swallowed thickly as her hands pulled the plain envelope off, turning it around to open it.

She opens it with somewhat shaky hands, and sees a newspaper sticking out of it. She pulls it out, unfolding it. After flipping it over, she noted it was the local newspaper from her hometown. More specifically, the obituary section. Her eyes drifted down to the column smacked dab in the middle of the page.

‘Aurelia Lage, 59, passed away…’

That was all she was able to read before she dropped the paper. She stood up suddenly and walked into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of tequila before walking outside.

Pacho, grabbed the newspaper that she had dropped, searching it for answers. He quickly found it, recognizing the last name. He sets the paper down and grabs the manila envelope and slowly follows her outside.

She was sitting on the grass, the bottle of tequila resting between her legs. Her face was pale, and she was trembling.

He slowly made his way over to her, sitting by her side. He watched her take a long drink, with a small grimace.

“Your mother?” He prompted quietly.

Blix nodded her head.

“I. I don’t know how to feel. Relieved? Happy? Numb? How does one feel, knowing that the person who hated your entire existence is dead?” She asked rhetorically.

She sighed heavily, knowing she had to finally tell him everything.

“My mother… She uh… had my sisters with her first husband. He died… and she went on the hunt for husband number 2,” She began with a scoff.

“She found him in the mayor of our fair town. A married man, mind you. He and his wife… were having trouble conceiving a child. That was the kind of woman my mother was. She saw a woman, who tried and tried to have kids, and saw it as a weakness to take advantage of,” Blix said bitterly. “They had their affair. She got pregnant, but uhh… so did his wife. His wife had a healthy baby boy… a month after I was born. Do you know what it’s like to have sibling who has no idea you exist?”

Pacho didn’t respond, he just wrapped an arm around her, pulling her in close.

TRIGGER WARNING

“Suffice it to say, the mayor left my mother. And me. The… abuse… started slowly. I would get in trouble far more often than my sisters, even if I wasn’t involved. Time outs were longer. Which slowly led to her locking me in my room… and starving me for days. My sisters… they tried to help, but I didn’t want them to get in trouble…” She took a deep breath, having to steal her nerves to explain the next part.

“When that longer worked, it became physical. I’m not going to explain all of it… but it came to a head when I was 15. She threw a vase at me. It broke against my face. I uhh. I needed 100 stitches to close the wounds,” She stuttered, sniffling as tears began to fall.

TW END

“I grabbed what money I had hidden, from doing odd jobs around the neighborhood. Ran away, once the stitches were out. I made my way to New York. Got busted with some other kids with stolen goods. Judge sent me to a group home and made me go to therapy. That lasted a month,” She snorted at the memory.

“Was about 19. Trying to find shelter from the rain. A couple of guys… cornered me. It was pretty obvious… what they had planned. Tried to fight them off. The owner of the building we were next to, heard the commotion. Scared them off. Took me in. Gave me a job at his gym. Made me get my GED. Was his best fighter for a year, before I became an FBI agent. Traveled the world. Landed here...” She trailed off.

“Met a man who, while a commitment-phobe, taught me to love myself as is. Then I ran into you… and the past 2 months? Have been the happiest I’ve been in a long time,” She stated, looking at him.

Pacho smiled softly, beckoning her to him. She slowly crawls into his lap; she goes to bury her face into his shoulder but stops.

“I’m going to ruin your shirt,” She mumbled.

“Honey. I can literally buy 20 of these. I don’t care if you ruin it,” He informed her quietly, running his hand through her hair.

She stared at him for a moment, before slowly burying her face into him, as smalls sobs began to rake through her body. He quietly shushed her, running his hands up and down her back.

She’s not sure how long she sat like, but by the time her tears became small sniffles, she was exhausted. She slowly pulled away, rubbing her face to dry it off.

Pacho slowly pulls the envelope forward, asking, “Do you want me to open it?”

She nodded her head, “It’s her will for sure, but I don’t know what else is in it.”

“How do you know that?” Pacho inquired as he gently opened it.

“The name. Whit Jacobson? He does all of the will and testaments. He also runs the funeral home and crematorium. ‘Your one stop shop, for when a family member drops.’” She mocked, her eyes rolling.

Pacho paused in his movements, “Please do not tell me… that was his slogan?”

She nodded her head, smiling tightly.

Pacho shook his head, pulling out the documents inside. She took it with shaky hands, looking it over. She noticed almost immediately… that it was off. There were large gaps between each paragraph and some sentences even cut off halfway through a word.

“Great. Now I need lawyer to help me deal with this bullshit,” She muttered annoyed.

She looked back toward Pacho’s hand as he pulled out a few stacks of photos. She froze as she looked at them. The first photo in each stack, was of one of her sisters. A small smile appeared as she examined them.

“Your sisters?” Pacho realized, noticing how they all resembled one another.

“This is Lily, Hope and Darla,” She pointed them out with a sigh. “Lily is the sweetest, Hope the craziest, and Darla, the oldest, is the serious one.”

“They sound lovely… but none of them could hold a candle to you,” He said sweetly.

She smiled shyly at that, and gently placed the photos back into the envelope, swearing to look at them more closely later, and put the will back in as well. Pacho made her stand up and led her over to one of the outside tables and told her to wait there.

A few minutes later, he walked back outside with a plate of food and two forks. He sat down in one of the seats and pulled her into his lap.

“Eat. Need to soak up some of that tequila you’ve been drinking,” He teased her handing her a fork.

She shook her head and took a few bites. The two of them quietly ate, occasionally playfully fighting over a piece with their forks.

Halfway through, he slowly stopped, pulling away slightly. She looked at him confused, setting her fork down, turning her attention to him.

“The last thing… my father ever said to me, was that I will never be a man. He told me this after he caught me with a neighbor boy. I was 16 and he threw me out on the streets,” He slowly began, a bitterness in his tone.

“I began working with the Cali soon after. Worked my way up the ranks. At one point… another guy, was pissed that I was doing so well. Ratted me out to the Gilberto & Miguel. Told them I wasn’t man enough, that I didn’t belong. Do you know what they did?” Pacho asked her.

She shook her head.

“They made me partner. All I am, all I have is because of them,” Pacho ended with a sigh.

She started to say something but stopped herself, voting to instead take another bite of food.

“What?” Pacho lightly asked.

She paused before mentioning, “That day… in the hotel? When we talked about the surrender? You made a face or.. maybe it was your tone… but I had feeling that you weren’t thrilled by the idea. It makes more sense now. The cartel. It’s allowed you to live how you want, without restraint or fear. Without it, what are you left with?”

He gave a short laugh, nodding his head. “You noticed that, but fail to notice several men eyeing you like your hottest thing they’ve ever seen?”

“I notice what’s important, silly. Those guys? In the long run, mean nothing to me. You, on the other hand, mean a great deal to me,” She whispered pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Also. Who was this asshole that tried to out you? Need to know in case I need to stab a hoe,” She half-joked.

“A Salvador, no one of importance to be honest. But I appreciate you wishing to defend my honor,” He laughed.

“I’m going to go to bed. Do you mind if I crash in yours? Don’t… want to be alone,” She said soberly.

He nodded his head, giving her a kiss. “I’ll join you in a little bit, alright?”

She smiled and stood up, making her way inside. She was on autopilot making her way upstairs, she didn’t even bother stopping by her room. She stepped into Pacho’s bedroom, making her way over to his closet. She grabbed one of his plain long sleeve button-ups. She stripped down to just her underwear and threw the shirt on.

She went into the bathroom to clean her face and do her business. A few minutes later, she had crawled under the covers, holding one of the pillows closely to her as she quickly fell asleep.

Downstairs, Pacho walked into the living room, sighing heavily.

“What happened?” Gilberto asked curious.

“She was informed in not so many words, that her psychotic mother passed away. She needs a lawyer to look at this will, it’s terribly edited and I’m sure someone was trying to pull a fast one,” He briefly informed him, dropping the will onto the coffee table.

“We will get ours right on it. Go to her. Gilberto and I will crash here tonight, and make phone calls in the morning, okay?” Miguel stated firmly standing up with Gilberto.

“Careful Miguel. It almost sounds like you care about her?” Gilberto teased.

“She’s a good girl and she’s good for you. She’s the Lady of Cali after all,” Miguel pointed out looking at Pacho, referencing her newly acquired nickname.

Pacho nodded and bid them goodnight. Alvaro looked at his brother and noticed he was fidgeting.

“You told her about our father,” He stated more than asked.

Pacho looked at him, raising an eyebrow.

“You’re fidgeting. You only ever do after talking about him,” Alvaro explained nodding towards Pacho’s hands.

Pacho had no response to that, and just smiled tightly.

“Go get some rest little brother,” Pacho recommended after a moment, making his way to the stairs.

When he got to his bedroom, he paused, staring at Blix who was in the middle of the bed, passed out. He noted with a soft smile that she was in one of his shirts. He quietly got ready for bed, and as he slid in next to her, she turned over, reaching for him.

He settled in, pulling her close, listening to her sigh happily as she snuggled into his arms. He noticed after a moment, Diego standing at the doorway.

Diego had come up after one of the guards who had been patrolling outside, overheard their conversation and relayed it to several others.

He strips down to just his boxer, and gently, hesitantly, lays behind her, wrapping an arm around her. She blearily looked at his arm, noticing the extra warmth, and just slowly held it to her.

Once she was back to sleep, Diego quietly asked, “How is she so nice? Survived all of that, and… is not bitter at the world?”

Pacho hummed, “I think she’s more bitter than she lets on. She just doesn’t want the world to see it. We can talk later. I don’t want to wake her up.”

Diego nodded his head, and the two of them slowly fell asleep.

When Blix woke up the next morning, she was slightly disoriented. Her eyes blinked open slowly, confused as to why she was so warm. She glanced down and noticed two different arms were wrapped around her waist. Looking to her left and right, she spotted Pacho and Diego, sleeping contently on either side of her.

She smiled, reaching up to rub the sleep out of her eyes. When her vision was cleared, she spotted Alvaro waiting by the door, smirking at the sight before him.

“Hey,” She softly greeted.

“Good morning. Your phone’s been ringing, I figured you should probably answer it,” Alvaro greeted, showing her phone in his hand.

She nodded, gently sitting up, trying not to wake either men. She eventually stood up, and gingerly walked toward the end of the bed, stepping off once she got there.

She whispered a thank you as she took her phone. She noticed that Steve, Javier, and Theo had tried calling her.

She calls Theo, and once he answered asked, “What the hell happen?”

“It’s a shitshow boss. Escobar surrendered but his terms are laughable. He built his own prison and DEA can do fuck all about it. But now, the embassy is under a microscope. All staff must report in to discuss the new changes. You are wanted by 1pm boss,” Theo said rushed.

“Shit. Umm. Okay. Its 9:30? Okay, I can be there by 1. I’ll see ya then,” She answered hanging up and rushing into her bedroom.

She grabbed some black slacks, and a silk blouse from the closet, tossing them and some heels onto the bed, while she raced to get herself ready. She didn’t have time to get a shower in, so she cleaned her face, threw on a dash of makeup and healthy amount of deodorant/perfume.

She threw her hair into a slightly messy bun and tossed the shirt she was wearing to the floor. She grabbed a bra and got dressed in minutes. She tossed her FBI badge around her neck, made sure her IDs were in her messenger bag, and after securing her gun into its holster, slipped it onto her hip.

She jumped into her shoes, grabbing her bag and phone, moving quickly downstairs.

“Alvaro? Please tell your brother I will be in Bogota for the day!” She called out as she passed him.

She saw Salcedo and a few others getting into a car.

“Hey, Salcedo! Mind if I bum a ride to the airport with you guys?” She asked as she caught up to them.

Salcedo replied, “Of course. Get in.”

She hopped in, taking a seat next to Navegante. They took her to the airport, making small talk.

Two hours later, and she was standing in front of the American Embassy. She made her way inside, stopping briefly to check on her team, since they were all assembled in their water closet sized office.

Her team gave her a stack of files to go through, and a few reports she needed to sign off.

She took them with her as she walked into the conference room that was crowded with members from every department.

When she stepped in, the attention turned to her.

Her director commented, “Nice to see you finally join us Agent Lage.”

She went to apologize but a random agent, one from CIA felt the need to mutter loudly, “Too busy whoring around I’d bet.”

Her eyes narrowed, and a tight smile formed on her face, ignoring the chuckles.

“I’m sorry if I am a bit late director. I was informed of a death in my family last night,” She spoke plainly.

The director looked at her with sympathy, and said, “My condolences. Please be sure to stay the full meeting. Many things are to be discussed.”

She nodded her head and turned her gaze to the man who spoke before, “I’m sorry. Were you trying to say something earlier? Couldn’t quite hear you over your mumbling? If you have something to say, say it to my face like a man. That way at least when I knock you on your ass, you can have some dignity.”

She smiled somewhat viciously when he turned red and backed away into the crowd.

She moved toward Javier and Steve who were leaning against the wall, waiting.

A few minutes passed, before the room began to clear out. Soon it was just 2 members of each department. When they all took their seats, they were informed that Ambassador Noonan has retired.

“I am to be your new ambassador and things are going to change around here,” Arthur Crosby spoke firmly.

He laid out the new guidelines, especially for the DEA. He told them that everyone will be setting up in Medellin in a new office.

He eventually turned his attention to her and Theo.

“I want the both of you to bring me up to speed about these museum robberies,” He demanded looking at them expectantly.

“Our suspect is Augustus König. He’s wanted around the world for numerous robberies. We have narrowed down a list of potential warehouses that he may be using to hideout, and store everything he’s stolen. As far as we are aware, he hasn’t sold any of the items,” Blix began speaking.

“… and… He knows who I am. We ran into each other the other day. I don’t think he’s aware of the other members of my team, but he made me well aware that he doesn’t fear law enforcement,” She concluded hesitantly.

Theo looked at her surprised.

Stechner snorted, “Hm. Was that… before or after your little trip to Medellin the other day?”

She looked at him and asked, “Is there something you’d like to say?”

“Hmm. No, just find it interesting that both you and the Cali Cartel were seen in Medellin around the same time,” He said with feigned innocence.

“Are you having me followed?” She accused her face hardening. “Ambassador, I apologize but this is something I would like addressed. Seeing as how, my lovely… coworkers here… had no qualms about leaking my dossier to said cartel, and your predecessor knew about it.”

Crosby raised his hand to stop Stechner from speaking, “Listen, all of you. The priority is the Medellin cartel and the Communists. No more spying on other agencies, if there is not a valid concern. No more arguments. No more fights.”

He stared pointedly at Blix when he said the last line.

“Now, if this König is indeed aware of you Agent Lage, then I would hope you are taking the necessary precautions to make sure this doesn’t blow up in our face. The Colombians would have a field day if they learned we were the reason for millions of dollars of priceless art was lost forever because of a minor mistake,” Crosby returned to the subject at hand, subtly warning her to not mess up.

She nodded her head in affirmation. They spoke more next steps, and toward the end her phone began to go off.

She winced and quietly answered it, “Hello?”

“Miss Lage? This is Alan Starkman, Pacho called me to look over your will?” Came a male voice.

“Oh. Um. Do you mind if I call you back in about 10 minutes, I am in the middle of a meeting?” She requested trying to end the phone call quickly.

“Sure,” He replied before hanging up.

She rolls her eyes and puts her phone back into her pocket. “Sorry. Lawyer.”

They finished up the meeting without further interruptions and as she stepped out, she turned to the ambassador.

“Uh. Sir. Just a quick note, I am having to deal with some nonsense regarding my mother’s will, and I may have to make a trip to Georgia to fix things,” She spoke quietly.

“Do what you need to do. You have my condolences as well,” He remarked making his way to his office.

She nodded her in appreciation but was internally grimacing.

She quickly called the lawyer back, who was quick to inform her that many things were off. He has it set for them to meet with Whit Jacobson at 1pm tomorrow in Georgia, with her sisters.

She thanked him for his help and said she’d meet him tomorrow at the airport.

Once that was done, she sighed heavily. This was not how she expected her day to go.

She worked on the files she had at hand, finishing them up in an hour, when Javier appeared at her desk.

“You finish?” He quietly asked.

She nodded her head, he told her to come with him.

She does so, following him to his truck. They drove for a while before pulling up to a familiar home, where the car out front was packed full of suitcases.

“Horacio has been reassigned. Figured you’d want to say goodbye before he’s shipped to Spain,” Javier tells her.

She kissed his cheek in thanks and stepped out. She walked up to the door, knocking on the frame, and calling out “Anyone home?”

She hears two sets of feet running toward her and was almost knocked off her feet when two small bodies ran into her.

“Ah! My favorites! How are you my loves?” She exclaimed picking them both up in her arms and waddling with them into the living room.

They tell her they were sad that they had to leave. “Oh, I’m very sad too. I may have to steal you and take you to Cali with me.”

“Don’t tempt me,” Julianna remarked as she walked over. “I might let you.”

Blix laughed as she put them down, giving Julianna a hug in greeting.

“He’s out back,” Julianna tells her nodding her head toward the backyard.

Blix slowly made her way to him outside. He was staring off into the distance, hands in his pockets.

“Hey old man,” She greeted, lightly teasing him.

He turned around to face, a small smile on his face. She walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him. He returns it muttering, “Hey, brat.”

She hugged him for a solid minute, not really wanting to let go, but she didn’t want to make it weird.

She pulled away with a sigh, asking in disbelief, “They’re really reassigning you to Spain?”

He nodded his head, and opened his mouth to respond when he stopped, moving his hand to tilt her chin up. He examined her face with a frown.

“Have you been crying, little fox?” He asked concerned.

“I found out my mother died… and I have to go back home to Georgia to fix some bullshit concerning her will,” She muttered quietly, breaking her gaze with his.

He sighed softly, before leaning forward to press a kiss to her forehead. He was one of the few people she had confided in about what had happened to her when she was young. In that moment, she looked so small and though she did her best to hide it, he could tell she was scared.

“What do you need me to do? Need me to go with you tomorrow? I’ve been told I can be quite intimidating,” He offered her.

“You’ve been told huh?” She repeated with a teasing smile.

“I appreciate the offer, but… this is something I need to face alone. You always said that my past will try to catch up to me. Well. It has,” She denied his offer with a shake of her head.

“Doesn’t mean you should go through it alone. I know we butted heads a lot in the beginning, but you’ve become a kid sister to me. If you need me, you can always call me. Day or night,” Horacio informed her sweetly.

She felt her nose twinge and lip tremble, as she tried to not cry in front of him. She couldn’t quite speak, so she just simply threw her arms around him in another hug. He chuckled quietly and hugged her back.

She stepped back after a moment, sniffling softly, trying to calm herself.

“I’ll miss you,” She whispered.

He threw an arm around her shoulder, mumbling into her hair that he would miss her as well, as they walked back inside.

She said her goodbyes to everyone and made her way back to Javier in his truck. Javier drove her to his apartment after that, and she sat somewhat numbly on his couch as he made lunch.

A sandwich and some chips were presented to her, and she took it with a soft ‘thank you.’

He sat next to her, throwing on some tv, a movie of some sorts. The two of them quietly ate, setting their plates on the coffee table once they were both done. She was vaguely aware that he had on Star Wars.

She slowly rested her head against his shoulder, he held her hand in response. She quietly told him what was going on with her family. He was quiet the entire time, listening to her. When she was finished, he didn’t react at first. He surprised her when he suddenly pulled her into his lap, wrapping his arms around her tightly. He held her close, and that’s how they sat for most of the day.

When evening rolled around, she made a few phone calls that she needed to do before tomorrow. When it came around time to go to bed, she collapsed on top of him once he was laying down on the bed.

“At some point… I do want to talk about you... about… that phone call I made… a while back. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable that night. I do…think about us… Probably more often than I should, given I was the asshole who called it off,” Javier voice spoke out into the darkness.

“…I think about it too… but maybe for now… it’s a good thing we are not together. We both have very different priorities when it comes to our jobs. Maybe… in the future we could talk about this more in detail,” She requested politely, even though in her head, she didn’t know if a future with Javier would happen. Not with the feelings she had for Pacho.

He nodded his head, “Yeah. This whole thing with Escobar… is… draining. I’d rather you didn’t witness any of the fallout. As ridiculous as it sounds, you’re safer in Cali.”

She thought in her head, ‘Yeah. Especially when I’m dating a Gentleman.’

They fell asleep and the next morning, she slipped out. Getting dressed in what she wore yesterday, before heading out to the airport. She met with the lawyer, an older man who was a bit on thicker side. He gave her a bag of clothes to change into, before they hopped into one of the cartels personal planes.

She made her way toward the bathroom, relieved to see there was a small shower. She cleaned herself off before looking into the bag that she was handed. As she changed, she noted that Pacho was probably the one who picked out the outfit. It was a black button-down silk shirt, with black pencil skirt that went past her knees, with a matching pair of black pumps.

She walked out feeling fresh as their flight made its course. The trip took 5hrs and soon they had landed. She grimaced with disdain at the humidity and the heat. They got into a car and made their way to Willow’s Creek, Georgia.

She made some calls on her way there and as they parked outside the courthouse, after driving into town, she let her lawyer walk in first to finish up her calls.

Minutes later, she was walking, and stopped just next to the conference room where she could Jacobson complaining that he was being scammed and what an outrage this was.

“Indeed, Whit… what an outrage?” She mocked stepping inside.

She momentarily froze when she saw her sisters, whose faces all lit up as they took her in.

“This,” She set her copy of the will down before them. “Was what he sent me. And just glancing at the original, you see that I was given forged document.”

Darla, was the first to move, taking the will into her hands and looking at with growing outrage.

“What the hell is this Whit?” Came her voice, deeper than she remembered, but with a hint of sultry.

“Whit… here. You what? Thought I was an idiot? That I would sign this blindly? Hmm?” She questioned, turning her attention to him, as he nervously stuttered.

“It’s a shame… especially when,” She pulled out her badge presenting it to him. “I’m a federal agent. It’s a bigger shame that… I had to cash in a couple of favors with the White-Collar division. Because if you were willing to screw me over…. How many other families did you do this to?”

Behind her, in the office, several agents had begun to enter and were seizing everything.

“I would nev-” Whit began to deny.

“Uh huh. It’s interesting that a man who barely makes 30k a year is able to afford a Porsche and the house you own… Are you really going to keep denying this?” Blix smiled victoriously.

An agent came in serving a warrant, arresting him. She waved goodbye as he passed her.

“Is this the original?” She asked turning around to face her sisters who looked at her in shock.

Lily nodded her head. Blix grabbed her pen from her bag and quickly signed the will with a sigh.

When it was done, she looked at Starkman and requested, “You’ll get me a copy of this, yeah?”

He nodded his with a smug smile, “There are some assets that do need to be discussed. Ladies?”

Blix reluctantly sat down across from them, and said, “Shoot.”

Lily spoke first, “Well. Um. We all discussed that the ranch and everything should go to you. You loved it the most, it’s only right it goes to you.”

Lily slid a small envelope that had a set of keys inside.

Blix smiled smally, taking them.

“The house. Um. None of us want it and I doubt that you do either,” Darla took over pausing to see Blix shake her head ‘no.’ “So, we are dividing everything among us, and selling off/throwing away furniture we don’t want. The grand piano is yours.”

“Along with all the books in the library,” Chimed in Hope, her voice bright and cheery.

“The last sort of major items are the cars. The Morgan, the Convertible, and the Mustang,” Lily ended.

Blix thought for a moment before stating, “Well. Darla should get the Morgan. It was always your favorite. Plus, you were the only who learned how to drive stick.”

They all chuckled a little at that.

“Then… the ‘stang and convertible should go to either of you. I don’t need a car, have plenty,” She said looking at Lily and Hope.

They both nodded, Darla then stated, “That’s all of the major items, like we said, we’re just going to divide everything evenly. We did, however, find one thing, that you should have now.”

Lily giggled as she pulled out a small pink bomber jacket, that had the words “Pink Lady” on it.

“Good lord where did you find that?” Blix asked mildly horrified as she took it.

“One of the boxes in the attic, we all found ours, so we hoped that you would come and get yours. Maybe give it to any little ones you wind up having?” Hope explained somewhat shyly.

Blix smiled at it and whispered a soft ‘thank you,’ before folding it gently and putting it in her bag.

“If that’s everything, I need to be going soon. Work waits for no one,” Blix noted standing up.

“Uhh. Just… one last thing… you… you wouldn’t happen to know what happened to mom’s little black book, do you? People… keep trying to claim that she owed them stuff from years ago,” Lily asked worriedly.

Blix paused at the door, sighing. She turned to them and said, “I have it. I’ll fax over a copy I made for you guys.”

She then grabbed a scrap piece of paper from her bag and put down her numbers on it.

“You can uh… call me on either of the first 2 numbers. The third is my fax. I’ll be sure to get that info to you guys, asap,” She said, pushing the paper to them, and walking out.

Her hands shook as she threw on her sunglasses, just before she made it to the door. She wasn’t sure how to react with everything. She stepped outside and made it halfway down the stairs when she saw a peculiar sight.

“Pacho,” She said, drinking in his form as he leaned against a motorcycle, looking every bit the bad boy persona.

She strolled over to him, wrapping her arms around his waist, under his leather jacket.

“What are you doing here honey?” She asked with a smile.

“Checking up on my girl. How are you?” He wondered looking her over.

“Better now that you’re here,” She replied sweetly, giving him a kiss.

He kissed back and told her, “I came to steal you away for a few days. I have some business down in Florida I need to take care of. I figured you and I could have some much needed alone time.”

She smiled at that and started to answer when she heard someone clear their throat. She turned around and spotted her sisters standing, looking at the two of them curiously.

“Pacho. These are my sisters. Lily, Hope, and Darla. Guys, this is Pacho, my boyfriend,” She introduced quickly.

Pacho smiled charmingly and said hello to them with a small wave.

Lily was the first to react, throwing her hands around Blix, pulling her into a tight hug.

Blix was not expecting, giving a small “Oof!”

Hope and Darla joined in and were hugging her as well.

Pacho smiled as he noted that Blix was trying and failing to not cry. Staring at her sisters, he noted their caramel blonde hairs, and blue-green eyes. Seeing them together, he realized, if Blix had been blonde, it would’ve been difficult to distinguish who was who.

They said their goodbyes and promised to call each other.

Blix wiped her eyes, returning to Pacho’s embrace.

“So. How exactly do you expect me to ride comfortably on this thing in this skirt?” She asked with a laugh.

“The skirt shortens,” He tells her with a smirk.

She looked down at it and spotted that just above the knee was flap that perfectly covered the zipper. She unzips it without care, stepping out of it, and tossing the fabric into her bag.

It was still a bit tight but gave her legs more mobility. She moved to straddle the bike but stopped.

“Can we… make one quick pitstop before we go to the airport?” She pleaded.

He nodded his head, and she directed them to a place that was about half a mile away from town.

As he pulled up, she took in the crumbling barn in the distance, and the house that had seen better days.

“This is your grandparents place, yes?” He confirmed as they stopped.

She nodded her head, “My sisters gave it to me.”

Blix walked toward the house, hesitantly. She looked all around, remembering how beautiful it once was. It saddened her to see it in the state it was in.

She pulled out the key, and gently opened the door, brushing away cobwebs that had formed near the entrance.

The inside of it still looked the way it did when she was child, just dusty. There was only one thing she wanted from inside. A photo. It sat on the mantle, just above the fireplace. She brushed off the layer of dust that had built onto it, revealing her as a child, with a large black stallion.

She picked it up, brushing it off as best as she could, as she made her way back outside. She locked the door behind her, and then gazed fondly at the frame in her hands.

She moved back to Pacho, and shyly showed him the photo. He smiled as he stared at it.

“Aww. Look at you. So cute. Was this your horse?” He asked teasing lightly.

“Yeah. His name was Zeus. I was the only he would let ride him. He was very... peculiar. I found out later on, that they rescued him when he was a foal, and he had been starved. I’m pretty sure he uh. He knew. Kindred spirits and all,” She explained softly.

“What happened to him?” Pacho inquired curiously.

“He was sold. He uhh. Went to a farm where he became a racehorse and had many babies. He died about 5 years ago? I think? He was 20,” She stated as she gently placed the frame into her bag.

Pacho stared at her and mentioned, “You looked very happy in that photo. Now I see why my ranch made brought you such joy.”

She simply gave him a kiss and got back onto the bike with him. They rode away, Blix feeling lighter and more relaxed than she’s felt in a long time.

They drove to the airport, hopped onto a plane, greeting Navegante. It wasn’t long before they landed in Florida and made their way to a small, nondescript motel.

The plans discussed were about getting rid of the Lion and taking over Escobar’s market here in Florida. It took about 3 days to get the assets under Cali’s control, and watching Pacho work his charm was a sight to behold. In their free time, he wooed her, taking her to museums and parks. At night they spent tangled up each other, whispering sweet nothings to one another.

When the work was done, and they packed up their stuff, they had but one last thing to do. They invited Lion to their motel, where Navegante make quick work of him. Blix didn’t bother asking what he did with the body; some things are better left unknown.

That day they returned to Cali, and it was as she walked inside Pacho’s home, she realized, that this was becoming more of a home to her than her own place. Especially when she walked in to see Gilberto and Miguel standing there, waiting to welcome the both of them home.

Gilberto gave her a huge hug that she wasn’t expecting but accepted it. Her attention was directed to the side where a large pile of boxes laid and behind all of it, sat a grand piano. It was mahogany wood, in a Victorian style.

She wandered over it, gently lifting the cover over the keys. She looked at it and played a few notes. She noticed quickly that the keys needed to be tuned, as the tones were offkey as they played.

She ran her hand softly over the wood, noting the smalls scuffs that she knew needed to be worked out.

“Wouldn’t happen to know anyone who can tune a piano do you?” She asked them over her shoulder.

“No, but we could find one pretty easy,” Miguel offered with a chuckle.

“These got here fast? Is Starkman trying to impress me or something?” Blix questioned staring at all of the boxes.

“Possibly. You are the Lady of Cali after all,” Gilberto said grandly, with a laugh.

She turned to look at him in surprise, “The Lady of Cali? When did I earn that title?”

“It’s what the other cartels referred to you as, after the party. Kind of stuck with everyone here,” Miguel explained, with half a shrug.

“You made quite the impression on everyone. You are well liked,” Gilberto said proudly.

She smiled looking at the boxes. Most were notated as books and then one was marked “Blix’s Room.” She reached over into Pacho’s pocket, grabbing the pocketknife she knew he carried, to open it.

She held the knife, trying to control the shakiness she felt as she cut open the tape. A moment later, she set the knife down, and pulled the flaps open. Inside she could see several trophies, and a couple of small knickknacks. But the thing that caught her eye the most was the large, dark brown teddy bear.

She bit her lip as she reached in and pulled him out. She stared at him for a minute, memories flickering through her mind. When she first got him, the comfort he brought, leaving him behind when she ran away.

She slowly set him back inside, shaking her head.

“Umm. I’m not quite sure what to do with all of this?” She wondered turning her gaze to Pacho.

“We’ll figure it out. C’mon. Let’s go eat,” He suggested, holding his hand out to her.

She takes it, holding onto it tightly as they made their way to the table to eat.

Elsewhere, in La Catedral, Escobar was concocting a plan. Blackie had come to him with some interesting developments.

He wanted to get back at the Cali Cartel, but he had to get rid of their little federal agent. Not permanently but distracted. Away from them for a time.

He made a call to Valeria and slid the information to her.

“Sorry, Miss Lage, but this is too good to pass up,” He murmured to himself looking down at the file.

Back with Blix, she was listening to Gilberto tell a story about Pacho from when he first began, trying not to laugh at it.

Halfway through the story, Diego came in, and he looked distraught.

“Diego? What’s up?” She asked him concerned.

Diego didn’t speak, just turned on the TV that was setting in the dining room. He switched it to the channel where Valeria Vasquez was reporting.

“And in other news, I have just received info from an anonymous source. Scandalous information about a US Senator,” Valeria teased, her eyes bright.

Blix froze, sitting up straight.

“US Senator Alexander Danvers had quite the illustrious affair about 30 years ago. Now, you are probably wondering… Valeria? What does that have to do with us? Well. That affair led to a bastard child. Federal Agent Blix Lage of the FBI…. Whose stationed here in Colombia,” Valeria reported.

Blix stood up suddenly, pacing back and forth.

“I’m going to kill him. That bastard. That fucking bastard. To hell with the DEA, to hell with extradition. I’m going to murder him. Him and that bitch,” She muttered angrily, as she paced.

“Honey? Kill who?” Pacho asked, stepping into her path, trying to get her to focus and calm down.

“Escobar! OBVIOUSLY! ‘An ANONYMOUS source?’ When EVERYONE knows she’s whore herself out to that man for any information to BOOST her career!” She exclaimed, furious.

“Can this week get ANY worse?” She murmured defeated, resting her head against his chest.

She heard her phone ring and she groaned loudly as she looked at the ID.

“Yes, Ambassador?” She greeted her voice strained.

“Get to Bogota. We apparently have a guest on their way here. This story has been running for the past hour and has made its way to US media. This is a scandal we did not need Miss Lage,” Crosby informed her.

“Yes sir. Right away,” She answered robotically hanging up.

“I have to go to Bogota. Again. Apparently… guests are making their way to the Embassy. Joy,” She relayed grimacing.

“Wait. Rewind a bit… Your father is a senator?” Miguel questioned confused.

“Unfortunately. Moved his way from small town mayor, to governor of Georgia, to US Senator. My half-brother is currently running for governor himself,” She explained dully.

Gilberto and Miguel looked at her surprised.

“Don’t get excited. That man hasn’t acknowledged my existence once. Doubt my dear lil brother even knows I exist,” She stated, cutting off any ideas that may be forming.

“When I come back from this train wreck encounter, we are going to sleep… for 5 weeks,” She said to Pacho, exhausted.

He pulls her to him, pressing kisses to her face, whispering, “Sounds like a plan.”

She went upstairs, packing a bag for a few nights, planning to stay at a hotel. She angrily threw in some clothes, slowly stopping. She closed her eyes, wishing that this was just some terrible nightmare. She collapsed to her knees, the stress of the past week hitting her hard.

She found herself crying into her hands, as silently as she could. She knew one day her past would catch up to her. She just didn’t think it would happen all at once. She was tired. She was tired of pretending she was okay. So, in the silence of her room, she cried.

Pacho made his way upstairs to check on her and stopped when he heard her sobs. He let her cry for a moment before he walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her. He gently lifted her into his arms, carrying her to the bed to lay her upon it. Once she was on the bed, he curled up next to her, softly wiping away the tears that had formed.

“Do you want me to go with you?” He asked in a whisper.

She shook her head, “No. The media will probably be all over me for a day or so. Don’t want the world to find out I’m also dating a cartel member.”

He nodded once, before assuring her, “I’m here if you need me. I’ll hop on a plane to you. Just say the word. If not, I’ll be here waiting for you to return to me.”

She smiled, sniffling as she tried wiping her face off to clear more tears.

“Regretting being with someone who has so much baggage yet?” She asked in a self-deprecating tone.

“No. Quite the opposite really. I’m quite in love with my Lady of Cali,” He confessed looking her in the eyes.

She felt her breath catch at that admission, and she could feel her heart swell with emotion.

“Pacho… I only just stopped crying and now you’re going to make me cry some more?” She inquired feeling tears in her eyes again.

“Are they happy tears?” He lightly questioned.

“Yes. They are. Especially when… I’m pretty sure I’m falling for you too,” She admitted kissing him.

“Good to know. Now, get to Bogota. Deal with your shit father. Come home to me and I’ll make sure you won’t be leaving my bed for hours if not days,” He promised her.

She nodded her head agreeing, before sitting up and walking into the bathroom to clean herself up real quick. Once she was done with that, she finished packing and was off to Bogota. The brothers had paid for a hotel room for her, telling her to get whatever she wants.

So, when she checked she ordered a small sandwich and fries. It was late by the time she got in, and the ambassador called her again to tell her to be at the embassy at 8am sharp and that even the president of Colombia would be joining them.

She ate quietly, before falling into a fitful sleep. When she woke up the next day, she was not prepared to face whatever hell that was waiting for her.

She showered, got dressed, and 15 mins before 8am she was at the steps of the embassy. There were reporters and photographers everywhere. She sighed and stepped out, pushing past the crowd that was shouting questions at her.

“What’s it like to be the bastard child of a US Senator?” She hears Valeria ask her just as she was about to reach the top.

She stopped, annoyance racing through her entire being.

She turned sharply around to her, and threw back, “Valeria. What’s it like being such a mediocre reporter that you lie about your ‘anonymous sources’ when we all know who you get your info from?”

Her face fell and was filled with rage as several other reporters laughed then coughed.

“Tell Mr. Escobar I say hello,” She spat out, turning away from her and walking inside.

She made her way up to conference room, ignoring the stares and whispers that erupted all around her. She stepped inside, ignoring the 3 people who were sitting down. She greeted the president and the ambassador first. She slowly turned to look at the older gentleman that sat in the middle.

His hair was once a dark brunette that now has streaks of grey, his eyes were bright green. The woman besides him, was blonde and demure looking. The last man, as she turned her gaze to take him, was her age… and honestly, they looked like they could be twins.

“Hello senator,” She greeted somewhat dully.

She took her seat and waited for the ambassador to speak.

The ambassador informed her that they are unaware of what exactly the evidence was that tied her to the senator. As he spoke, senator Danvers cut in claiming this was all a lie, a scam. That he had no idea who I was.

His denials infuriated her.

She stood up suddenly and stared him in the eyes.

“Listen. I didn’t want this. I don’t care about you. But don’t you dare lie. You had an affair. You had me, then your son. You abandoned me without a second thought. Don’t you dare say that you have no idea who I am, when we,” she pointed to the younger man, “look like twins.”

He stopped and stared at her stunned.

“I lived with this knowledge since I was 10. Just ask your wife. She knew. She knew the whole time,” She informed glancing over at her. “In fact, she was the one who told me all about it.”

“Martha, what is she talking about?” He quietly asked her.

“Yes Martha. Tell him. Tell him how you hired me to help you work on your garden and how you told a 10-year-old that she was not only a bastard, but unwanted by both of her parents,” Blix stated bitterly.

Martha looked away, not wanting to meet anyone’s eyes.

“Listen. I don’t want to start a fight or interrupt your life. I was quite content in you not being in my life. I get it. My mother… she was a leech. I understand why you left her… but you left me too. And my mother made sure… to let me know that I was not wanted,” She admitted, motioning to the scars on her face.

“I have spent the past 30 years without you. I can live the next 30 or so without you. Go back home. I don’t want you in my life,” She concluded firmly.

She stepped out of the conference room and made her way downstairs to the DEA department. She spotted Steve but no Javier, so she stole his seat.

She collapsed and sat rather lazily in the chair, slumped.

“Rough day?” Steve asked taking in her posture.

“Rough week. My psychotic mother passed, had to reconnect with my sisters, dealt with some bullshit over the will which led to an arrest for white collar, someone figured out who my father is, and he and his family are upstairs trying to deny everything,” She summarized.

“Can I hide here for a time?” She asked glancing over at him.

“Sure, if you help go through these transcripts,” Steve bargained holding a stack of papers.

“Deal,” She replied taking the stack.

She sat with him for an hour, going through transcripts and helping him find any leads.

Javier eventually appeared, raising an eyebrow at her in his chair. He pulled up another chair next to her, taking half of her remaining stack. She smiled at him, as he teasingly nudged her with his elbow. They quietly worked until Theo appeared.

“Hey boss, sorry to interrupt. Um. There’s someone asking for you upstairs?” Theo tells her.

She nodded her head, finishing the sentence she was on before standing up. She ruffled Javier’s hair with her hand and reached over to do the same to Steve.

“Bye guys. Good luck,” She said, following Theo.

Theo glanced at her a few times, when they stepped into the elevator.

“Please don’t ask,” She quietly pleaded.

“Ask what?” Theo asked acting confused.

She smiled appreciatively at him. When they got up to their floor, she paused when she sees her half-brother standing by their offices.

She made her way to him cautiously.

When she was finally before him, she greeted, “Hi.”

“Hey,” Came his voice, slightly raspy. “Can… can we talk?”

She nodded and led him to her office. “I’m sorry it’s kind of small.”

Her office barely had room for the 2 chairs and desk. He waved it off.

“So. I… I gotta say… I don’t know how to start this. Um. But I guess. The beginning is best? I’m Ajax. 30. Sagittarius. Hoping to be Governor when I grow up. And would love to get to know my older sister, if she’d let me?” He introduced, rubbing the back of his neck.

Blix smiled awkwardly, and followed suit, “Blix. 30. Scorpio. FBI agent, lead investigator of the art crimes division here in Colombia. And…I would love to know about my little brother too.”

She laughed when she realized after a moment, she was doing the same neck rub he did.

“We… have the same fidget behaviors,” She muttered.

“I hear you’re a fighter and a damn good one,” Ajax complimented.

“I hear you have a really good shot at being Governor. If I was in Georgia, I may have to vote for you,” She said to him.

“Listen. My mom…I’m sorry she made you feel that way when you were younger. My… Our dad will come around eventually. He just… was shocked to say the least,” Ajax apologized.

“Mh.” She was doubtful but didn’t say much to disagree.

They talked a few more minutes and exchanged numbers to keep in contact.

She had to have few more talks with the ambassador and president for the next three days to assure that this was not going to affect her job. Once she was finally free, she made her way back to Cali on a late flight.

When she landed, she was greeted by Diego who was waiting for her.

“Honestly, I’ve never been happier to see you. Would it be weird if I hugged you?” Blix politely asked as she stood in front of him.

Diego smirked and held his arms open to her. She hugged him, feeling relieved. They get into the car and started to drive. About halfway there she noticed something was off.

“Why are you being so quiet? What happened?” Blix questioned looking at him concerned.

“He didn’t want me to tell you… but you should know. There was an attempt against Pacho… Yesterday. Escobar’s men tried to kill him while he was playing soccer,” Diego explained not looking at her.

“But he’s okay, right?” She was worried.

“Yes. Shaken up. But fine,” He assured her.

She let that information sink in. She knew it was only a matter of time before an incident like this happened. She wasn’t quite sure what her reaction was going to be when she sees Pacho. She did know that Escobar had no idea who he was dealing with.

#pacho herrera x oc #narcos #pacho herrera

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