#paraiso la serie

[natalygrhol]

Brillante chatarra

Luciana era como el fenix, moría varias veces y volvia a renacer, rodeada de cenizas, envuelta en llamas, pero con mas fuerzas a pesar del dolor que sentia en su corazón. Caminaba todos los días al trabajo resignada, como un alma en pena, que no sabía de otra cosa mas que trabajar. Una maquinaría humana, de viejos engranajes en un cuerpo aun joven, pero cansado de la rutina. Había algo que la llenaba de paz, que le volvía el alma al cuerpo, y ese algo era el ver su casa llena de cosas viejas que encontraba en la calle. Luciana tenía una obsesión por el levantamiento mecanizado de cosas de baja importancia, que normalmente llamaríamos chatarras. Pero para ella, la chatarra acumulada en el sotano, fruto de arduas búsquedas en la calle , a la salida de su trabajo, eran verdaderas reliquias. El problema yacía en que las llamadas reliquias para luciana, no eran más que mugre para su hijo Nicolas. Estaba cansado de ver a su mama acumulando kilos de chatarra inservible. La veia ir y venir sonriendo de una extraña manera, como si estuviese poseida por el espiritu de la acumulación. Un ente, que le pedía a gritos que no parara de recolectar todos los objetos inanimados posibles, en especial los metalicos, tenia una facinacion por estos últimos. El sotano de Luciana brillaba de mugre y metal, y eso desesperaba a Nicolas. Un día , cansada de su rutinaria vida, luciana se dirije al sotano, a guardar un ventilador que habia hallado en la ezquina de la parada de colectivo, a la vuelta de su trabajo, y que tanto esfuerzo le habia costado traer, pero cuando baja las escaleras y enciende la luz del sotano, algo la deja paralizada. El sotano estaba vacio, brillaba de limpio, resplandecia inmaculado. La cara de luciana se habia transformado en un rostro de susto y demencia, ante la falta de sus tesoros. Como alguien pudo tener la osadia de arrebatarle todo lo mas preciado que tenia, sus pocas ganas de vivir reflejadas en cumulos de inservibles objetos. Le habian robado un trocito de su vida, pero aun le quedaba el ventilador, al cuál se abrazó de forma enfermiza como si alguien quisiera sacarselo… Luciana apoya el ventilador en el sotano, sube las escaleras y corre en busca de Nicolas. Estaba segura, que su hijo era el culpable de tal desastrozo suceso. Quien mas que Nicolas , pudo arrebatarle ese paraiso metalico que era su sotano. Ya en la sala de su casa, luciana divisa de lejos a Nicolas, que estaba distraido mirando una serie en la computadora, se le acerca de manera erratica y lo mira con ojos desorbitados en busca de una respuesta. Toca los hombros Nicolas, y este gira la cabeza, asombrado por la extraña cara que pone su mama al verlo. Luciana le exige respuestas, necesita saber donde estan esos preciados tesoros que tanto trabajo les costo conseguir. Nicolas de manera armoniosa intento explicarle que se los habia dado a unas personas que pasaban con una camioneta por la calle en busca de chatarra. "Chatarra" , era la peor palabra que podia escuchar Luciana, de sus amados objetos. Como podia su hijo llamar asi a esas preciadas reliquias. Lo sacudio de tal manera que parecia que se su cuerpito fuese a quebrase en mil pedazos, y de repente lo solto y se quedo quieta mirando un punto fijo… Luciana abrio la puerta y salio corriendo, Nicolas quiso alcanzarla, le grito que volviese, pero ella parecia no escuchar… El sonido de los parlantes de la camioneta que busca eso que las casas suelen tirar , se oia a lo lejos, mientras ella corria embelezada detras de ese sonido buscando recuperar aquella felicidad en forma de basura que gracias a Nicolas perdió

Natalia grhol

[imgeekgirlfan]

el paraiso de las pandillas.

Pairings:   Pacho Herrera(Narcos : TV Series)x f!reader

Warnings: No Warnings, Just a Family Drama

Synopsis: Y/N  meet the man whom you save his life two months ago, only to find out that he is the godfather of Colombia and he knows all the secrets you've been trying to keep hidden for two years.

AN: I was greatly inspired by The Sopranos series (about the Moltisanti family). I hope you'll like it. // And the bad news is, I may have to postpone updating the new episode of el paraiso de las pandillas for a while because I still don't know what to write next. But I have a plan to translate my other fic (Amado x Reader) soon. I hope you'll wait for me. luvvvv u <3

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Part Two :

That man left in the morning when the sun rose. What was left in front was a mess of blood that made you spend a long time cleaning. And beyond that was a deep-seated suspicion that was difficult to eliminate. 

Everywhere in Colombia, which used to be beautiful and charming in the midst of bright sunlight, whether it was the clear blue sea, various coffee shops, markets, churches, it turned out to be hidden in darkness that cannot be seen. Anything could happen, Anything like gunshots and strange men who come with blood all over their bodies.

You did not inform the police about what had happened, not just because you wanted to keep the words you had said before, but because of your own anxiety. If you spoke up, that man and his gun might come back to deal with you at any time. You knew very well since you met that he could easily kill you without you realizing it, and the only reason you were still alive was because he chose to spare your life. 

It was as if everything in life was beyond control, as if there was nothing you could do anymore. You did not want to encounter such a crazy situation again, especially with that man. Meeting him once was more than enough. 

You desperately wanted your life to be normal again without even realizing that it was just the beginning of a nightmare.

"Wow, what a strong wind! Did it blow this Chica here?" 

a playful remark made by a bartender at a local nightclub called "Copa Cabana"  which always happens on any night you choose to go out for a drink outside.

You didn't respond anything except for raising your middle finger before sitting down on the wooden bar stool next to the third bar seat, your regular spot. Before you could even order, the bartender behind the wooden bar had already placed a glass of whiskey with ice cubes in front of you.

"Whiskey on the Rock" Manny spoke warmly to the American customers who came here often until they became friends. "You've been missing for a while , stuck with work at the school or something?" 

Two months, you thought, Two months since that night when you had to sit and pick bullets out of a stranger's man who was shot.You took a long breath before downing the whiskey in one shot, the bitter taste burning your throat slightly.  You raised the glass for a refill, and Manny laughed before filling it up immediately. "You don't have to drink that fast. You'll get drunk quickly. Take it easy," he added.

You ignored his warning because your desire tonight was to drink until you were drunk as quickly as possible, then stumble back home to sleep without having to worry about anyone else showing up to ask for help. "If I can't make it, will you carry me back?"

Manny grinned with a smile before picking up a nearby empty glass and wiping it clean with a napkin. "If I didn't know you before, I would think you were hitting on me," he joked.

He played it off, but you didn't feel like laughing with him. You are still thinking about what happened two months ago. Doing good deeds will always bring good rewards; that's what your mother always taught you when you were still a child. However, you weren't sure if the decision to do good that night would bring you any good rewards in return.

You were lost in your own thoughts and didn't notice the changing atmosphere in the nightclub. until you noticed that many people's eyes were turned towards the same direction, including Manny, who muttered to himself, "Oh no," before looking at you as if to warn you–not to turn around.

But curiosity got the best of you, and you couldn't resist glancing back at the newcomer. At that moment, you feel a deep sadness that you didn't believe Manny at first.

A group of at least five big men were standing by the door, all armed with guns holstered on their hips. But the most striking one was the handsome young man in the middle, with a strong and confident demeanor, dressed in a smooth and well-fitted black leather jacket. His intense gaze swept through the club, scrutinizing everyone, before locking onto you and revealing a look of surprise when he saw you.

You quickly turned away from his gaze, even though you knew you had already caught his attention.

You would never forget his face, just as he would never forget yours, especially since he was the same person you saved two months ago.

Manny noticed everything, but he was a good employee who was smart enough to know when to speak and when to remain silent. Everything around you seemed to be quiet and tense, so quiet that you could hear footsteps behind you, followed by the smell of expensive cologne and the sharp scent of cigarettes when another person moved to sit in the chair next to you. You pursed your lips and drank your whisky until your glass was empty, allowing the alcohol to flow into your bloodstream before turning to face this man.

His deep brown eyes looked at you without blinking, his perfectly trimmed beard under his thin lips just barely lifting into a small smile when he greeted you, making it seem as if he knew you well.

"We haven't seen each other in a while."

You glanced at Manny, noticing him bowing his head and lowering his eyes. Although you were a foreigner who had not been here long, you were smart enough to guess that everyone knew and feared this man.

"I didn't expect to see you again." You crafted a friendly smile for the person next to you. "What brings you here?"

"Just taking care of some personal business that was delayed two months ago," he said casually, as if talking about unimportant things in life. But for you, who might know the details of what happened two months ago, it wouldn't be difficult to guess why he appeared here and why there were a few drops of blood on his shoes and pants.

It's better not to doubt. You carefully avert your gaze before pretending to drink your own whisky. The dull colors start to flush on the side of your cheek in proportion to the strong alcohol in your body. 

"Oh, I haven't introduced myself yet." The man said it politely, extending his hand to you. "Pacho Herrera."

Pacho Herrera That was the name he told you that day. And if you could choose, you wouldn't want to know this man at all.

"Y/N"

You grasp his hand, the strong pressure of Pacho's hand adding to the effect of the whisky you had just consumed, making your pulse slightly higher than before. You quickly released his hand, as it felt hot to the touch. It seemed rude, but Pacho didn't hold it against you. He turned to the bartender behind the counter and ordered what he wanted.

"I'll have a Daiquiri for me and whatever Monada wants."

The cash thrown on the table was enough to buy all kinds of liquor sold in the nightclub, and the glasses were filled with whiskey almost immediately after Pacho ordered, followed by the Daiquiri placed next to it. He grabbed his own glass and raised it to you, sending a small smile that blended charm and danger. 

You wanted to get up and leave this place too much, but the only thing you could do right now was to pick up the glass of whisky and clink it with his before taking another sip while realizing in fear that you had no way of going home anytime soon.

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When the morning sunlight shines into the eyes, it slowly wakes up a sleeping girl amidst a throbbing headache from hangover. You try to stay calm and take a deep breath until you realize that the place you're in right now is not your own home, but somewhere unfamiliar to you.

The spacious bedroom is covered in soft, light-colored silk sheets, and the room is illuminated by white and gold-dotted curtains from floor to ceiling. When you decide to step outside, everything is more extravagant than before. You walk slowly, confused, and dazed by the remnants of the drunken stupor that lingers in your head.

What crazy thing happened last night?

Suddenly, you hear someone talking loudly from ahead. You choose to quietly follow the sound until you reach a room that looks like a large kitchen. You are startled to see several armed men standing guard. They all turn to look at you with stern eyes, except for one man who is sitting drinking black coffee and reading the news comfortably in a white bathrobe.

It's Pacho Herrera, the man you met at the nightclub last night.

Memories are starting to come back a little bit. You only remember drinking with him last night, but the rest was empty, like a blank piece of paper without any letters. Pacho raised his eyebrows as if he knew that you were staring at him. A slight smile appeared on his face before he gestured to the chair opposite him.

"Come sit here. I think you might be hungry, so I had someone make breakfast for us."

You still stood there, refusing to follow his invitation. "What happened last night?" you asked.

"You really can't remember anything? That's too bad" Pacho took another sip of coffee before continuing, "It's not a big deal. You were very drunk last night, so I took you to my home. Then we had sex, that's all."

The answer you heard made your body stiffen. Your pale face became even paler than before, and Pacho chuckled lightly at the shock written all over your face. "I'm kidding. But are you going to keep standing there? Have a seat."

Pacho's demeanor changed as he placed his hands under his chin  and stared straight at you with eyes that seemed to be peering into your soul. as if he could see every dark secret of yours with just one glance. You were silent for a moment before taking a deep breath and finally walking over to sit across from him, trying not to show any signs of being startled for him to see.

When Pacho waved his hand, everyone in the room left, leaving only you and him alone. He slid a plate of sandwiches and hot coffee towards you, but you didn't want to touch it. The increasing pressure was getting to you, making you lose your appetite.

"Do you know I also have a business in New York? So, I get to hear a lot of news from that side as well. And when you told me that you were American, it reminded me of some news I had heard before," he said.

It didn't sound like good news at all, and you could feel it in your gut from the moment you laid eyes on him.

"Do you familiar with the Moltisanti family? They're an Italian mafia that holds power in New York. We had the opportunity to do business together often. It seems like they're looking for a certain woman. She is the daughter of Christopher, the big boss of the Moltisanti family, who disappeared two years ago. And you've been here in Colombia for two years now. What a coincidence, don't you think?"

Your anxiety came rushing back. You realized that you weren't prepared enough for this situation, you just didn't think it would happen so soon.

"You're right. I am the missing daughter," you said, clenching your trembling hands tightly and looking up resolutely. "But I am just an illegitimate daughter who is insignificant. Everything about Moltisanti has nothing to do with me. I suggest that you and your 'Los Caballeros de Cali' should not take any interest in me."

Gentlemen of Cali  is one of the nicknames for the Cali Cartel, the criminal group of godfathers in Colombia, who produce and export cocaine almost worldwide. Consisting of four main founders: Gilberto Rodríguez, Miguel Rodríguez,José Santacruz and the last person is sitting right in front of you, Pacho, who is the most notorious in terms of cruelty, intelligence, and charm, making him the main face and brain of the gang.

He is not the only one who is determined to investigate your history after meeting you that night. You are also determined to investigate his history.

"We don't have any problems with the Moltisanti, at least not right now," Pacho move forward, creating an uncomfortably close proximity with clear intention to press on. "I just have a question. Will you not be a problem for us in the future?" 

Pacho wanted to see a hint of fear or unease in your eyes, like anyone else would when caught with a secret they didn't want to reveal. But what he received in return was a cold, intimidating gaze. 

"You may have forgotten that two months ago, I saved your life. Without me, you wouldn't be sitting here," your voice was harsher than usual and you didn't look away even for a second. "You promised me that you won't do anything to me, and you won't let anyone else do anything to me. I hope a gentleman from Columbia like you will keep his promise for life."

Your words made Pacho pause for a moment before his old smile slowly returned, now with a hint of surprise and satisfaction.

"I really like you a lot, Chingona." That's not a fake or deceitful word to please you, and it's uncommon for someone like Pacho to be so straightforward with others. At a moment when his complex emotions were projected through the dark tint of his eyes, he looked at you and said, "Maybe I can help you escape from your family drama."

You paused and furrowed your brows slightly "You already know?"

"It's not hard to guess. Christopher is seriously ill, and right now Tommy, your older brother, is taking over as the head of the gang. I guess he doesn't like having a young sister around much, and Colombia is a good place to hide from the influence of American mafia. Am I right?"

There was something in his brown eyes that you didn't like at all. It was a very gentle emotion, almost sympathy or empathy. "Well, That's close, but not entirely" you slowed down, seeing no benefit in concealing anything from this man. 

"If you were mine, you wouldn't have to worry about the Moltisanti family interfering with you again."

"Are you saying you want me to be your whore?"

Pacho shrugged nonchalantly. "I haven't really thought about that, but it's okay if you want to be." Pacho laughed again, not sure how many times the woman in front of him had made him laugh today. "Speaking bluntly, I'm quite impressed with many things about you. Plus, our main market is already in America. It would be great if we had some beautiful Americans helping us out. I can send you back home and guarantee your safety. What do you think?"

"I remember you said that you didn't like gringos."

"And I also remember that I make an exception for you." 

This is not like a negotiation proposal at all,  but more like a heated argument between two people who know each other well. Although you two only met twice. 

"Thank you for the offer, but I still insist that it's best for both of us to stay apart." You took a deep breath and let out a small smile before picking up your cold coffee cup and taking a sip. The bitter taste at least helped to sober you up a little. You stood up to your full height and reached out to him. "I hope we can put this behind us."

Pacho didn't immediately take your hand. He just looks at you with an unreadable eyes before standing up as well and finally accepting your hand in the end. "I'll walk you out," he said.

"In this outfit?" You looked at the bathrobe on his body with a strange face, but Pacho didn't answer. He arranged his hand on your back before pushing you forward at a steady pace, not too slow and not too fast. Passing through the shady garden with blooming flowers and a large pond decorated with strange animal sculptures until you reached the menacing-looking bodyguards who eyed the two of you without blinking.

When you arrived at the imposing gate of the house, he kissed you lightly on the cheek and said, "See you later."

There's absolutely no way. You're thinking but not speaking. You just smile politely at him before hurrying out of here without looking back even once. despite feeling his sharp gaze following you until it's out of sight.

At that moment, you didn't think much about it, except feeling a great sense of relief that you had escaped from that crazy situation. But if you ponder a little bit about his last sentence, you might need to be more cautious

Because no one can avoid the godfather. That's the truth that you'll deeply understand later.

[uniquetyphoonmiracle]

La casa de SOFIA MAZAGATOS qué debuto con QUIERO haciendo de PROSTITUTA seguida de MONJA en las PASIONES DE SOR JUANA..y en series empezó en PARAISO seguido de ACADEMIA DE BAILE "GLORIA"

Por cierto..SUM41 [que hace referencia al día 41 del VERANO..sería como 31 de julio..empezo el verano 20 junio=FIN de JULIO REY DE PAZ] acaba su gira del cd HEAVEN :X: HELL en la DEFENSA de PARIS el 23 Noviembre 2024 por lo que recuerda que el cd FUERZA NATURAL del Malogrado CERATI tiene por portada LA DEFENSA [un barrio financiero] de PARIS con un JINETE sobrevolandolo

[ivanreydereyes]

Siguiendo con el Apocaliptico y revelador Alex CASADEMUNT..destacar que la actriz SILVIA GAMBINO [famosa x la serie ESCENAS DE MATRIMONIO q también hizo DANIEL MURIEL o marido de la hija de Joan Manel SERRAT..con el que me bañe en calzoncillos en el FIN DE FIESTA de la GALA DE MISS ESPAÑA'09 en CANCUN [MEXICO] en la q me COLE como en el bus de PELUK_EROS Y MAQUILL_ADORES para ir luego al hotel RESORT OASIS a la fiesta..haciendo AHOGADILLAS a las MISSES y diciéndome el MISTER MUNDO JUAN GARCIA POSTIGO q no entendía q hacia yo allí..para luego consolar a la MISS MURICIA T_AMARA VERA=CIERTO..entrometiendose la MISS ESPAÑA 2008 PATRICIA YURENA q ganó con 18 años y q volvió a ganar cuando REFUNDARON el CONCURSO, etc] ..con la que hizo la obra EL OTRO LADO DE LA CAMA..hizo como última obra BELLAS Y BESTIAS pues luego la salió un CANCER q la mató con 57 años en 2022 tras 20 años divorciada del DIRECTOR Y ACTOR Alberto CLOSAS jr.

Por cierto..algunas MISSES me dieron su email y pastora soler [pilar sanchez] ME FIRMO tras decirla q si iba a concursar ganaba seguro, pero creo q no entendió el piropo porque me dijo que HABIA VENIDO A CANTAR como hizo con LA MALA COSTUMBRE del cd BENDITA LOCURA que estrenaba tras CD TODO MI VERDAD y cd UNA MUJER COMO YO viéndola desde la zona PARAISO del auditorium FIBES de SEVILLA [sep 2014] cantar SEVILLA de la malograda ROCIO JURADO [q dijo q necesitaba hacer el amor todos los días y su relación con el torero ya era de total frialdad] junto a INDIA MARTINEZ q presentaba cd DUAL tras el cd CAMINO DE LA BUENA SUERTE [posterior a cd 13 VERDADES y cd OTRAS VERDADES]

..y al día siguiente NO xq tenia una RESACA BESTIAL pero a los 2 días fui al HARD ROCK CAFE de CANCUN y me fotografie con una SERPIENTE BLANCA=WHITE_SNAKE grupo q grabó 3 videos con la ex_mujer del cantante HERE I GO AGAIN, IS THIS LOVE? y STILL OF THE NIGHT donde al final la arresta la SEX POLICE y que ya murió de cancer..y cuyo nombre es un tipo de vino de OPORTO q probé en sus bodegas llamado Twany [kitaen]

[ivanreycristo]

Que puede significar un PUTO BERNABEU de LEGO [del verbo LEGAR=dejar como LEGADO] tras un animal PREHISTORICO como es un DINOSAURIO después de fotografiar camiseta de SAVAGE ROCK [Rock SALVAJE] y FOR EVER ROCK N ROLL con un ASTRONAUTA como con los q al parecer llegaron a la LUNA en el "69"..x cierto..llevo camiseta de LENGENDARIO

A mi me significa PASADO DEPREDADOR SALVAJE Y FALSO

X cierto..la CATA_RATA donde en PREDATOR de SCHWARZENEGGER [al q vi a la entrada del hotel CLARIDGE de LONDRES xq pase x ahí cuando había FANS esperándole y pasó de ellos..solo unas semanas de fotografiar_me con los GUNS N ROSES Duff MC KAGAN y STEVEN ADLER en pub UNDERWORLD junto Pub THE WORLD'S END los cuales pusieron YOU COULD BE MINE para su película TERMINATOR: EL JUICIO FINAL en la q su director JAMES CAMERON se lio con la protagonista LINDA HAMILTON x lo q se divorcio de KATHRYN BIGELOW [OSCAR x the HURT LOCKER sobre guerra de IRAK y a continuacion rodo LA NOCHE MAS OSCURA sobre la SUPUESTA CAZA DE BIN LADEN] q ese 1991 dirigio película POINT_BREAK [en ESPAÑA "LE LLAMAN BODHI=ILUMINACION en SANSCRITO]..sobre SURF donde unos Surfistas se disfrazan de PRESIDENTES DE EEUU para ATRACAR y q lideraba el malogrado PATRICK SWAYZE [q también cantaba]..al q al final el policía KEAUNU REEVES le suelta bajo un DILUVIO para q vaya a SURFEAR una OLA MORTAL [RIP CURL] diciéndole en español VAYA CON DIOS [al igual q TERMINATOR decía en ESPAÑOL "HASTA LA VISTA"]]..se SALVA xq se ENBADURNA de BARRO ..se llama MI_SOL HA y esta cerca de PALENQUE [MEXICO] y que vi junto a las cercanas Cascadas de AGUA AZUL ..unos PARAISOS QUE NO SON en REALIDAD xq como se titula la serie de mafiosos y traficantes donde una niñata se enamora de un mafioso guaperas [Miguel Angel "SILVESTRE" hijo de Maria LIDON alias LUNA directora de "YO, PUTA"].."SIN TETAS NO HAY PARAISO" pero claro GRATIS Y LIBRE O X EL BIEN jaja

[agustinisrael]

#lacreacion de #adan en al #capillasixtina de #miguelangel con sus correspondientes #capirotes y el #catavinos de #adan de la serie #sevillaenfiestas sobre el#fragmento de la popular obra del #renacimiento de #miguelangel para la #capillasixtina #acrílico sobre lienzo 23x40cm #art #arte #renacimiento #vaticanofresco #adan #paraiso #diospadre #lunaresycapirotes #agustinisrael en @magaseartgallery (en Estudio De arte y Diseño De Agustin Israel) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cktq0kGDNM5/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[thedisastermarvel]

Álvaro & Zeta || PARAÍSO (Movistar+)

[make-sterek-canon]

Aquí un incentivo para que os veáis la serie de Paraíso. "Historias de Amor" (OBK) bailado por Álvaro, interpretado por Cristian López de musicales como El Rey León y Billy Elliot.

Cuando vi esta escena me enamoró ❤

Como extra os diré que también adoro al chaval en la mesa de mezclas, Quino (León Martínez). Es super dulce 😊

[quesesuponequetenemosqueoir]

Teaser 2 temporada Paraíso

[en-el-sur]

Un montón de gifs de Paraíso...

[meandmyrandomstuff]

R.I.P Álvaro, le habría encantado Just Dance :(

[yesica-ladiabla-beltran]

Hace un rato, pensé que lo había perdido todo. Pero luego usted, aquí. Y yo sé que algo me pertenece. Porque usted me pertenece. De alguna manera, me pertenece. Todo este tiempo ha sido mío.

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A while ago, I thought I had lost everything. But I see you here and I know that something belongs to me. Because you’re mine. One way or another, you’re mine. All this time, you’ve been mine.

Yesica Beltran x Shades of Humanity: Possession [S3E15]

[imgeekgirlfan]

el paraiso de las pandillas.

Pairings: Pacho Herrera(Narcos : TV Series)x f!reader

Warnings: Guns,Blood(a lot of blood)

Synopsis: Y/N  are an ordinary woman who has lived a peaceful life in Colombia for two years, until one day a man appeared at your door covered in blood.

AN: I'm not a native English and I'm not good at English, but I hope you can understand what I'm writing. enjoy <3

Next Chapter

Part One :

Throughout her life, she had never made a mistake, not even once, until today.

Amid the debris and wreckage inside the restaurant that surrounded her, hot smoke from gunfire and the smell of death filled the air. She gasped for air, feeling more adrenaline than she had ever experienced before. She placed the gun in her hand forcefully onto the ground with a loud clatter. She raised her hands to cup her own face, realizing the enormity of the mistake she had just made.  

How can it go wrong? She wondered.

In that moment, the young woman lifted her head and caught the gaze of another person standing not far away. A tall, well-dressed man from a famous brand who usually looked luxurious and handsome every time she saw him, except this time, his condition wasn't much different from hers. He was staring at her with wide-open eyes, but what emotion was it? Surprise? Shock? Or impressed? It was hard to tell.

In that moment, She understood deeply,

Pacho Herrera that hijo de puta, was her mistake in life.

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Whenever someone here knows that you come from the United States, they always start with the same question: "Why did you move to Colombia?"

And your answer is always the same: "Because I can do so many good things here that I can't do in America."

Your story is simple, just a backpacking girl from the free world who accidentally fell in love with the beauty hidden in this country and decided to settle here. in a small, cheap rented house near the city, and support yourself by working as a high school teacher and volunteering as a community health worker every Saturday and Sunday.

Life during the two years in Colombia was mostly simple and peaceful. The only serious problem you encountered was dealing with underprivileged children in the classroom. There were those who were accustomed to bullying as a routine, girls who worked as prostitutes as a side job, and kid who sold drugs for money. This made it physically and emotionally challenging for you to be a good teacher to these kids.

You visiting the students homes to talk directly with their parents about the issues that arose. You found that, in general, each student was not inherently bad, but due to the societal circumstances of poverty, family institutions, and the country's chronic drug addiction problem, they had no other choice but to fall into such unfortunate circumstances.

Because you grew up in a relatively difficult family, burdened with deep-seated emotional scars, you was determined to provide your students with a better education and a brighter future, far from the troubles you had experienced. You genuine efforts paid off when your students accepted you as both a teacher and a close friend, and began to exhibit better behavior than before, which surprised everyone with the changes that the American girl had brought here.

Your good attitude, as a teacher and nurse who dedicated to helping the less fortunate, was accompanied by a striking appearance with fair skin and bright blonde hair that made you stand out from the locals. Soon, everything about you, including you looks and reputation, became well-known to everyone in the community.

That was what had happened to your life in the past two years, before everything was turned upside down when you entering the third year

And this story began with the sound of a gun.

It all started when you met him, on the day of the first gunshot that rang out in front of your own house.

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Neighborhoods with affordable housing often come with problems. Despite this, it's the only place where you can afford to live, even if you have to deal with unreliable neighbors and noisy drunks every weekend. But everything changes when gunshots ring out on a Saturday evening. The loud noise makes your heart almost stop, and you don't know what's happening outside.

You're too scared to move from behind the sofa in your room. Your blood runs cold, and you feel like death is creeping up on you.

They say that when death is near, people often think about their past. That may be true because you're thinking about all the terrible things that have happened in your life. For a moment, you think you hear your mother's screaming voice, who died a long time ago. But when you listen carefully, you realize it's not your mother's voice, but someone else's voice asking for help from outside your room.

It's probably the dumbest decision you've ever made in your life to open the door to help a stranger. You know that the best thing to do right now is to sit still and pretend like nothing is happening until it's all over. But every minute that passes by slowly, you can't help but think about the voice asking for help outside your door.

It was just a moment of weakness, the only moment you agreed to open the door for someone to come in. He rushed in quickly and almost fell onto the carpet in the room if you hadn't grabbed his other arm first.

You found that he was a tall, handsome man with a mustache and slightly tousled hair. A moaning sound kept coming out of his mouth and the blood flowing from his abdomen let you know that he was seriously injured and if you didn't do anything, he could die right there.

It was fortunate that you were a volunteer nurse. You quickly dragged him onto the sofa before searching for first aid supplies that you could find at that time. You accidentally took a deep breath when you had to take off his shirt, and saw his bare body covered in blood. His face didn't look good at all, but he still had enough strength to talk to you.

"Thank you for opening the door."

You don't answer him. In reality, you didn't trust him, but his injury is the most important thing you need to pay attention to right now.

You tried your best to keep your hands as still as possible as the sharp tip of the knife entered the wound to extract the bullet. It was a fresh surgical procedure without any painkillers, and it was amazing that this man could endure it without screaming or groaning, even though there were occasional curse words coming out.

The three bullets have penetrated different parts of the body, but luckily none of them have hit any vital organs. You safely removed all the bullets and threw them on the table before starting to sew up the wound. You raised your head and observed him for a while to check if he was still alive, and every time you looked at him, he always looked back at you as if he never missed a beat with all your actions.

"You are very good at stitching wounds," he said.

'I'm a volunteer nurse,' you finally answered him, but you still remained guarded and tense, which was noticeable to him because he laughed softly.

"I've never seen a blonde woman in Colombia before," the man continued to try to strike up a conversation. "Where are you from, America?"

"Yes, but actually my mother is Argentinean," you replied.

"My mother is also from Argentina," he nodded slowly, his expression unchanged. "Normally I don't like gringos very much, but I'll make an exception for you."

His words sounded playful, and he still didn't take his eyes off you once. As you pick up the sanitary napkin that you bought and use it to soak up the blood from his wound. and trying not to stare at the gun tucked into his pants.

At this point, you began to worry more and more.

The man with the gun had only two options: the police or the bad guys.

And you have absolutely no idea who you are saving the life of?

"Are you scared?" he asked.

You flinched at his question, feeling like he could read your mind. Your breath trembled as you saw his large hand touch the gun. At this point, you regretted your decision to open the door for him without thinking. You were a lone woman with nothing but a kitchen knife, while he can blow your brains out whenever he wants to.

Even though you didn't know who he was,you stared into his dark brown eyes, begging him:

"I promise I won't say anything. No matter what anyone asks me, okay?"

His facial expression looked surprising, as if he wasn't ready or didn't expect to hear a begged from you. For a moment, it seemed like he was thinking about something that you couldn't possibly know, but it wasn't long before he turned his attention back to you.

"I promise I won't do anything to you, and I won't let anyone else do anything to you," he replied with a chuckle in his throat. A faint smile appeared on his pale face.

"Just know that a Colombian man keeps his promises for life,"

You weren't sure if his words were true or not but your intuition whispered to you to trust him. No matter what promises he gives, he will definitely do as he says.

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Hoy hace 15 años [15_7_09] en GUATEMALA CITY [iba camino de CANCUN desde el SALVADOR con la IDEA LOCA de colarme en la GALA DE MISS ESPAÑA pues se iba a celebrar por 1era vez fuera de ESPAÑA y lo conseguí hablando en el HALL con SEVILLANA PILAR SANCHEZ alias PASTOR_A SOL_ER que ME FIRMO AUTOGRAFO donde unas cuantas MISSES me dieron su EMAIL en la FIESTA POSTERIOR a la que fui en BUS de PELUKEROS Y MAQUILLADORES haciéndolas AHOGADILLAS AL acabar la fiesta en la PISCINA en CALZONES junto al actor Daniel MURIEL, entonces de moda por serie ESCENAS DE MATRIMONIO, que dejó a la Chica del TIEMPO "FLORA" por la hija de SERRAT o CANDELA con la que se caso..diciéndome MR MUNDO JUAN GARCIA POSTIGO q NO ENTENDIA QUE HACIA AHI y cuando hacia las ahogadillas dijo por lo bajini que me iba a matar antes de consolar a MISS MURCIA T_AMARA VERA=Cierto..con la intencion de FOLLARMELA pero se entrometio MISS ESPAÑA '08 o PATRICIA YURENA que tenia 19 años y me dijo que Esperara en el HALL para ir los 3 a desayunar tras cambiarse el bañador pero no bajaron y lo hice solo para luego irme BAJO UN SOL DE JUSTICIA..pues PASTORA SOLER canto LA MALA COSTUMBRE del cd BENDITA LOCURA o entre cd TODA MI VERDAD y una MUJER COMO YO al que siguio cd CONOCEME que se lo vi presentar en Sep 2014 desde la ZONA PARAISO del Auditorio FIBES de SEVILLA donde invito a INDIA MARTINEZ que presentaba CAMINO DE LA BUENA SUERTE tras cd 13 VERDADES y cd OTRAS VERDADES..y al que siguio cd DUAL..a cantar SEVILLA de la malograda ROCIO JURADO que se caso con BOXEADOR y TORERO del que se iba a divorciar porque su relación pasó de hacer el AMOR CONTRA UN ARBOL a la FRIALDAD MAS ABSOLUTA y el TORERO MATO A UN TIPO POR IR BORRACHO..además AL mismo tiempo murió a la misma edad o unos 60 años la otra gran cantante internacional española ROCIO DURCAL que tiene la mitad de sus cenizas en la BASILICA DE GUADALUPE en MEXICO..por cierto tambien conoci en la gala de MISS ESPAÑA'09 en CANCUN donde gano MISS A CORUÑA=antipodas de AZOTADA CHRIST_CHURCH..a la locutora de RADIO de los 40 principales que se acababa de trasladar a MEXICO sandra CORCUERA famosa por hacer la "BROMA" de la Prueba de NOVIOS donde se hacia pasar por una chica enamorada de un algun chico con novia y le proponia follar mientras la novia escuchaba..pues estuvimos hablando con 2 MISS MEXICO asi como al final de la GALA hable con la LESBIANA Presentadora de la misma SANDRA BARNEDA que entonces presentaba en TELECINCO el programa de juicios "DE BUENA LEY"..pues la comente porque estaba en el EXILIO y basicamente porque era una VICTIMA DE LA CORRUPCION ESPAÑOLA que me hacia creer estar PERSEGUIDO o ENLOQUECIDO]..fotografié un bus con lema EN VERDAD, EN VERDAD TE DIGO, TE ES NECESARIO NACER DE NUEVO [Juan 3: 3_8] JESUCRISTO, USTED YA NACIO DE NUEVO?

Por cierto..al día siguiente de la GALA de MISS ESPAÑA , NO, porque tenía una RESACA DEL COPON sino el día después me fotografie con una SERPIENTE BLANCA [=WHITESNAKE=grupo de DAVE COVERDALE que hizo aparecer a su breve y malograda mujer en los vídeos IS THIS LOVE?, HERE GO I AGAIN y STILL of THE NIGHT donde al final la detiene la SEX POLICE ] frente al HARD ROCK CAFE de CANCUN con camiseta de BOB MARLEY [=ONE LOVE, REDEMPTION SONG,..] y gorra de tela escocesa con PEACE que compre en EL SALVADOR y que perdí en el bus LOS ANGELES _LAS VEGAS [donde vi a KYLIE MINOGUE 3_10_09] al quedarme dormido pero al día siguiente cuando fui a recoger 500€ que me mandaba mi familia por WESTERN UNION cruze una autovia como de 14 carriles para ir a un WESTERN UNION y se le cayó a un repartidor una gorra de "FE_DE_X ground"

[ivanreydereyes]

Hablando de CANCER como la LEUCEMIA..la actriz BLANCA SUAREZ [ex novia de Miguel Angel "SILVESTRE" famoso x la serie SIN TETAS NO HAY PARAISO donde es un traficante q enamora a una PIJA y q es hijo de MARIA LIDON alias LUNA directora de YO PUTA q vi en MEXICO DF en noviembre 2008 al comprarla PIRATA junto a LOS TRECE sobre chicas adolescentes q ya son una putas..así como ex_novia de DANI MARTIN de EL CANTO DEL LOCO tras hacer juntos el video EMOCIONAL] y el actor LUIS TOSAR [al q vi en un Restaurant del Polígono Industrial de ALCOBENDAS donde nacieron las Hermanas CRUZ y donde tenía mi padre entonces o 2003 la empresa hasta q la traslado a Rivas FUTURA junto al CC H2O=AGUA..y junto a los ES_TU_DIOS "B" de Bernardo CALVO donde graba VIRGINIA MAESTRO..cuando entonces LUIS TOSAR se hizo famoso x LOS LUNES AL SOL sobre el drama del PARO y la PROSTITUCION teniendo a Javier BARDEM o el marido de PENE_LOPE CRUZ como co_protagonista]..apoyando la organización PUNTO Y FINAL contra la LEUCEMIA INFANTIL organizando una carrera en las ROZAS 23_9_23

Por cierto..escuchar a una cajera del MERCADONA [q alguna ocasión me ha parecido guapa..pues una mujer arreglada y en su peso lo puede ser] q ha estado de VACACIONES pero q como se quedó en casa xq su Marido trabajaba prefería haber trabajado xq no ha hecho nada

[ivanreycristo]

VIRGINIA MAESTRO.. te parece CASUALIDAD q la madre de Miguel Angel SILVESTRE (=SALVAJE, NATURAL) maria LIDON alias LUNA dirigiera YO PUTA (portada una mujer afeitandose el PUBIS=ANTI-NATURAL.. con un anillo de CASADA) y su hijo se diese a CONOCER en la Serie SIN TETAS NO HAY PARAISO (sobre un mafioso traficante guaperas q enamora a una niña pija)

X cierto..a mi el PUBIS me gusta RECORTADITO como el CESPED DEL BERNABEU o como el q me ENSEÑO Paola JIMENEZ DE "ARMAS" en la barra de la disco MANSION tras ver ganar al SEVILLA su 1era EUROPA LEAGUE a cuya final se clasificaron con un gol de malogrado PUERTA q murio jugando contra el GETA_FE (CARADURA-CREENCIA) o mismo partido de la FINAL DE COPA DE REY de meses antes o de 2007 con 22 años teniendo a su NOVIA de 42 años EMBARAZADA yendo a su funeral con camiseta de GSUS=JESUS