Imagine finding out that your boyfriend Deny is La Quica from the Medellin cartel.
requested by: anon
warnings: ?? swearing ?? this ones pretty tame for a narcos one imo
also, i kinda gave it an underlying possible javi x reader vibe because my love is just too strong, hope that’s chill.
You threw your coat over the back of a chair and swept up a coffee from the desk. Two glugs of it assaulting your tastebuds and you knew it wasn’t yours.
“Hey, don’t pull that face. This is good stuff, your taste is off.” Javi swiped it from your hand and held out another for you, and you took a sip.
“No no, my taste is brilliant - this is good stuff.”
He scoffed, “You wanna talk about your taste in men again?”
Your brows set with his teasing tone. You knew what he was getting at - he wanted you to spill the gossip on your latest boyfriend so he could terrorise him, like he always does. “Um, no. I’m not having you chase off another perfectly good man.”
“Why did they dart on you if they were perfectly good, sweetie?”
You frowned at him and his shit-eating grin. You had nothing to say to that. You loved Javi, you really did, but he and his cynicism were a detrimental force on your lovelife. At this rate, you’d be 50 years old and still sat in a bar every other night with these two assholes.
“Can’t help it if every guy in Colombia is a loser.”
He opened his arms, “I’m in Colombia.”
“And so my point stands.” You shook your head and took a slurp of coffee, turning your back on him and going to stand beside a focused Steve staring at a wall, hands on his hips.
Your brows raised when you followed his gaze. “Oh, this is new.”
Faces and faces. So many faces dotted the board, with names tacked up, many of which you recognised, some crossed through with red. At the top, one Pablo Escobar. “So this is our cartel.”
“This is our cartel, but only as far as we know.” Steve gestured to the lowest row on the board, many of which were names without pictures. “We don’t know these guys. And we don’t know who they got working for them, either.”
“It’s a huge fuckin’ spider’s web,” called Javi from behind you.
“Anything we do to anyone on this web, the spider will know,” you nodded grimly. Your eyes raked through the profiles, some strangers and some familiar. One, just a little too familiar.
Your brows creased, your feet instinctively took a step closer. You craned your neck to see a little better and your heart lurched when you saw what you wished wasn’t true. His name escaped your lips in a gasp. “Deny?”
“What’s that?” Steve asked.
“Oh, what? Nothing, just-”
“I think it’s too early for my eyes,” you laughed and waved a hand dismissively, then raising your coffee. “Gonna need a little more of this.”
Steve’s eyes narrowed and constricted your stomach with nerves. But he nodded with a “Uh huh,” and went to shuffle through some papers. “What’s our next move, then?”
“Fill in the blanks? We need a full board to get the full web.” You scoured the rest of the board for anyone else you recognised, but there were no others. Just your boyfriend.
Your eyes settled on the picture of him, trying to tell yourself that anyone could have his curly hair, his scruff. Even the wildness in his eyes wasn’t hard to come by these days.
But then, you filled your brain with the faces of sicarios. It would make sense that he had that look too. Fuck, it suddenly made too much sense. His sneaking, his reluctance to be seen with you, how he never told you about his friends or family, or even work.
Your fingers found their way to the necklace he’d bought you, a dainty gold chain.
How could he be part of this? Your sweet, hilarious, ride-or-die Deny.
But then, you had to assume he had no idea you were with the DEA.
You’d been playing a more dangerous game than you knew, and now it was time to win.
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