#narcosmexico

[becauseimaladythatswhy]

Why does Mon make me feel so like pink and girly when Manu is like free spirit goddess vibes. idk does that make sense? Beto makes me feel like a badass ugh idk like what even is that

am I insane?

[becauseimaladythatswhy]

hi I know this might kind of seem like a random ask, but do you write abo? it's a less popular genre but I like NEED a Ramon abo fic plz no one writes for narcos anymore

Hi anon! I actually received a DM about this like years ago and never got around to it. Honestly I've never tried writing ABO and I'm not all that familiar with it, but I can definitely try!

[becauseimaladythatswhy]

🔫 Lines We Didn’t Mean to Cross

Beto x Y/N - Gringo Hunter's

Beto was your coworker. You may be harboring a small crush on the resident Casanova but up until now you've both kept it professional. What happens when your mission goes awry and you're both put in an impossible situation.

18+ only! if you are a minor please vacate the premises thank you.

Warnings: PinV Sex!, forced intimacy, coworkers to lovers (kind of), undercover, gun violence, mentions of prostitution, mentions of human trafficking, crime rings, canon related crime, forced intercourse, fuck or die... SMUTTTTT voyeurism if you squint

This is not proof read or edited. Also if you're a Manu Editor I beg you make a scene pack! I need Beto Gifs!! Especially that one scene if you know what I mean...

The team is quieter than usual, the kind of quiet that only happens when everyone already knows something big is coming.

Nico stands at the front of the room with his arms crossed, jaw tight, eyes tracking the team as the door clicks shut behind the last of you aka Camila. She scoots inside to fit along side you and Beto waiting to hear what Nico was so eager to go over. 

A photo flickers onto the screen behind him, grainy and taken from a distance. A man stepping out of a black SUV. Expensive watch. Careful posture. Someone who just screams organized crime. 

“This is Daniel Mercer,” Nico says. “American national. Former hedge fund manager. Current fugitive and human trafficker.”

His picture was one of the longest standing cases up on the bulletin board. You had first been recruited years ago, Temu had put his picture up. Nearly forgotten at this point, Daniel Mercer had been one of the most illusive criminals on your large to-do list. 

Many had tried to snag him, but all had failed.

Thats how his file ended up under the ILU. 

Nico clicks again. New images: various beautiful women on his arm in private clubs, hotel corridors with harems of women following him around in expensive outfits. These images were fresh. It really peaked your interest, finally having an update on the bastard after all this time.

Archie leaned forwards in his chair to get a closer look. 

“As we know, he launders money through “escort services” and private events. Cash only. No digital trail. We’ve tried buyers, mules, middlemen. He smells cops every time, Temu tried everything but he’s too slippery.” 

You feel Beto shift beside you as he stares at the images. Clearly he’s been itching for this one for a while too. 

Nico glances down at his tablet. “Mercer only deals face-to-face once he’s convinced you’re real. And by real, I don’t mean paperwork. I mean vibes. The man is paranoid. He usually deals through brokers, but your intelligence spotted him a few days ago in an Airbnb in Baja. He’s making a large investment. ”

Gloria steps forward before anyone can ask the obvious looming question.

“The investment is a high priority op.” she says. “Members in the intelligence office have strategically gained access to one of his brokers, where we set up a meeting. One of us will be posing as the pimp, selling high value sex slaves for his elite clientele. Daniel Mercer is under the impression Rafa is a dealer. We’ve set up the entire cover.”

The word hangs in the air like a weight. You noticed Camila bristle uncomfortably next to you. You’ve all taken on some extreme roles in the past but this one seems to be in its own league.  

“He watches how people stand together. How they touch. Who defers to who. If it doesn’t feel lived-in, he walks. The other agents couldn’t do it. He sniffed out their stiffness nearly immediately. He only works with other men that share his… ideals.” Nico looked sick.

Another image appears: Mercer leaning in close to a woman, hand at her lower back. Possessive. Performative.

“We need him to make the meet,” Nico continues. “And to do that, we need him to believe he’s looking at something he desires..”

His eyes land on you. Then on Beto.

“You two,” Gloria says, matter-of-fact.

Beto straightens immediately resistant. “Commandante—”

Your stomach flips.

“You’re the best fit,” Nico cuts in. “You’re calm under pressure. You don’t overplay your hand, and you always do what needs to be done for the mission. And you,” he adds, nodding at you, “can sell a role without trying. You’re the best amongst us.”

Gloria folds her arms. “Your cover is simple on paper. Beto a pimp. He’s the illusive Rafa. You’re his girl. He brings you to prove he’s legit and that he has desirable product.”

Beto’s jaw tightens as he processes’. 

Your heart rate rose despite your forced emotionless exterior. Fuck. 

You’ve worked with Beto for years now. You two were close as close gets. You’ve been in more life or death situations together can you can even remember and he’s always had your back. You would die for the other. Literally. But something about this was undeniably uncomfortable. 

You’ve also been harboring a little secret. 

It was your biggest guilty pleasure. 

You have quite the crush on him. 

It started after being stationed with him on a stake out in the beginning of your career when you witnessed the way he finessed some hookers for information, and the way he smooth talked them had changed something in your opinion about the man. 

You controlled it though. No one suspected anything. You were a professional after all and a damn good actress. 

This however— this was definitely putting you in some hot water. 

“And before you say anything,” Gloria adds, already anticipating it, “no one’s asking you to cross a line you can’t walk back from. But you are going to have to be convincing.”

“What does convincing look like?” Cri asks from the back with a mocking cackle. He was loving this… a little too much, “Those two reek of cop.” 

Gloria doesn’t miss a beat. “It looks like a power dynamic. Beto has to look in control. She has to be subservient.”

Silence.

Great. 

“He’s going to test you,” she continues. “Separate you. Watch how you move. Push for reactions. If you hesitate, if you look like coworkers pretending— he walks.”

“If you’re lucky.” Cri shook his head, “He killed the last agent that tried to infiltrate his ring.”

Nico gestures to the screen. “Well let’s talk mission objective: We need the meet to get his phone. Once we have that, we get the hell out of there. We need the information on his trafficking ring, his contacts, evidence, whatever it takes.”

Beto finally speaks. “And if this escalates?” He sounded hesitant, “We’ve all read the file. The previous female agents were forced into performing for him. We’re not putting Y/N in that position.” 

You swallowed thickly and took a deep breath fighting down the nerves. 

Gloria meets his gaze evenly. “Then your cover has to hold.”

Her eyes flick briefly to you, then back to him.

“You have to look like you’re sleeping together. He won’t ask you to prove anything if it’s believable.”

Beto exhales slowly, controlled. “I don’t like this.” He was right. It was treading a little too close to the line.

“No,” Nico says quietly. “But you can do it. And you’ll keep each other safe. We’ll be in-n-out as quickly as possible. It should never escalate to that point anyways.”

The room goes still as the weight of it settles in of what they’re facing.

Gloria taps her tablet once decisively. “We’ll rehearse. We'll rehearse until it looks effortless. Because once you’re inside, there’s no room for mistakes. We have to be perfect.”

Her gaze sharpens, something knowing in it already.

“Mercer won’t fall for bullshit,” she says. “He wants a supplier. He needs to think Beto owns her. She needs to reflect a perfectly trained escort.”

She steps back, folding her arms.

“So,” Gloria finishes, “let’s see how well you two pretend.”

~

The safehouse is uncomfortably quiet. Camila helped you into your cover outfit to practice in and get a feel for. A slutty two piece top and mini skirt. The heels brought you up to Beto’s shoulder height, perfect for your little fake dynamic. 

It wasn’t the first time you wore a disguise similar to this, but it was the first time you felt truly exposed. 

Beto refused to look at you making your entire body thrum with anticipation. 

He’s been reluctant this entire time, clearly dealing with some deep morality issues. 

A single lamp is on, casting long shadows across the bare walls. The windows are covered. The furniture is sparse. Just a coffee table, some couches, and too much empty space in the middle of the room. The only thing of clutter was all of the team’s surveillance equipment and Camila’s computers. 

“Stand there,” Gloria says, pointing to the center.

You clear your throat and lift from your perch on the couch’s arm rest. Taking a moment to find your persona. You step into the light, sauntering into character. You allowed yourself to loose your cop like stiffness and lean into your delicate femininity. Your hips swayed and your ankles crisscrossed like a lithe cat making Beto swallow nervously as you sashayed closer.

Beto stays where he is, near the wall. Arms crossed. Posture guarded. Like he’s bracing for impact.

Nico watches him for a moment before speaking. “That won’t work.”

Beto looks up like a kicked puppy. “I haven’t done anything yet.”

“Exactly,” Nico replies rolling his eyes.

Gloria circles slowly, eyes sharp. “Mercer won’t believe in a men who hesitates. He’ll believe in a man who already assumes obedience from others. He’ll be looking for your dominance.”

She stops in front of Beto. “You’re acting like a cop.”

Beto exhales through his nose. “I’m not acting—”

“You’re apologizing with your body,” she cuts in. “Your shoulders are pulled back. You’re giving her space. You look tense.” 

You keep your face neutral, even as heat crawls up your neck. You don’t look at Beto. You know if you do, you’ll give yourself away. Instead you focus on keeping your eyes cast down demurely and seductively in character.

Gloria gestures. “Close the distance.”

Beto doesn’t move.

Nico steps in instead to demonstrate. He confidently puffs out his chest, bringing a hand up to cup your face directing you to face him. You looked at him through your lashes as he guided you dominantly to the lone chair in the center of the room. You followed his lead never taking your gaze off of him as he forced you to sit on the chair. The energy was heavy. You’ve never seen this side of Nico before. You didn’t know he had it in him. He made it very easy for you as he took the lead. When he took his hand off of your jaw, you both turned to look at Gloria and Beto as they watched slightly mesmerized. 

He was proving how to use his masculinity to effortlessly guide your feminine energy. It didn’t take much. Just a gentle guide.

Beto’s jaw tightens and his lip scowls, “Since when is Nico a fucking Casanova?” 

“Beto.” Gloria says tilting her head towards you.

He takes a tentative step. Then another. Peeling himself from the wall. You stand up again sauntering, waiting for his touch. 

He stops just short of you, like he’s hit an invisible wall. He can’t seem to bring himself to do it.

Beto swallows clearly fighting himself.

“What is happening Beto?” Gloria put her hands on her hips, “You two have been fake couples before on missions. Why is this so hard for you?” 

He just shakes his head, “I-I don’t know.” He stared past you, “I can’t shake that this isn’t going to end well.” 

“Because of the other agents?” Nico asked. 

“I’ve seen those files. What he did to those agents—“ Beto’s lips pursed, “I can’t do that to my partner.” 

Hearing him say it like that. So final, so protective. Made something in your chest tighten in a way you couldn’t explain without letting your professionalism slip.

You feel it then—the way the room shifts. The air thickens. You keep your breathing steady, even as your pulse ticks faster. God you wanted him to touch you. You wanted him to protect you in that primal way. 

Nico just watches as Gloria approaches the two of you. “You have to touch her.” Gloria walks up behind you pressing to your back. You instinctively melted into his as you felt her hands rest on your hips, “Y/N knows what’s at stake.” Gloria leaves forwards and you tilt your head to the side in a way that would entice anyone. She dove into the crook of your neck and moved her hands experimentally up your sides until they brushed over your clothes tits, “She’s done this before.” You and Gloria looked directly at Beto watching him shift his weight.

You caught the way his composure faltered—jaw tightening, breath shifting—and the realization that you’d done that sent an indulgent spark of satisfaction straight through you.

He had his tongue in his cheek watching the two of you melded into one. It looked too natural. Both of your acting skills were impeccable. He watched her take control of you and you morph into something submissive and unfamiliar, “Y/N won’t mess up.” She kissed your neck and you just opened up for more grinding back into her. If Beto didn’t know any better he would have assumed you were both lovers, “Don’t fumble the ball—and she won’t end up in those files.” You both stopped abruptly making both Beto and Nico clear their throats from the manufactured tension. 

You watched with piqued interest as he quickly forced himself to focus. 

“Hand,” Gloria says.

Beto lifts his hand like it weighs too much.

She places it at your waist. He sighs knowing they don’t have another option. Nico was right. You both were the most qualified. You both fit the roles you needed to play. Clearly you were alright with this… 

Beto wasn’t sure what to do with his other hand… That didn’t stop the stomach flip, but you keep your expression calm. Professional. You don’t flinch under his warmth.

“That,” Nico says flatly, “is not ownership.”

Gloria reaches out and physically adjusts his grip—firm, decisive. “Here,” she says. “Not tentative. Like you expect her to react to your touch. Y/N won’t bite.”

Beto’s fingers tense. You feel the change immediately and the years of strength behind them.

He looks at his hand like it doesn’t belong to him.

“I don’t think this is the right way to go about this.” Nico s cut in. 

Gloria just shot him an amused look, “Oh yeah? What do you have planned Casanova.” 

“I just think Beto’s too in his head. Y/N’s a coworker in his eyes. His partner. It’s too formal.” He looked at the two of you—“Y/N… kiss him.”

Beto nearly barked out a protest, but you agreed with Nico. Before he could flee, you grabbed his wrists and yanked him forwards so you could stand up on your tiptoes to press your mouth to his. He froze immediately. But you pushed on, you just wrapped your arms around his shoulders urging him into you giving him no space to run.

It was only a mere moment before Beto finally began to melt into the kiss. He finally allowed the tension and awkwardness leave his body before he wrapped himself around you making your entire being ignite with wanton flames. 

Damn. 

You slowly pulled away returning to your normal height, keeping your seductive eyes trained on him. He took a half second to open his eyes and catching his breath realizing what you had just done. 

Nico just gave a low whistle, “See?” 

The two of you gazed at each other for another precious moment as you both basked in the post kiss glow. However — the spell was broken when the front door slammed open with Archie, Cri, and Camila returning with lunch in hand. 

Beto forced himself back giving the two of you space to catch your breath. 

“Did we miss something?” Cri asked whipping out the tacos. 

~

“Beto, we need to be comfortable with each other.” You currently stood between his legs as he nearly coward away from your look. 

“You’re acting like she bites bro.” Archie giggled with Cri. 

Beto looks at you, “I’m plenty comfortable.” He looked around the room to the others, “This is just awkward.” 

“We’ve played couples before. I even taught you how to magic mike.” You smirked remembering the bachelorette party. 

He sighed and rubbed his eyes, “I-I know— this is just… different.” 

“Just do what feels right.” You leaned forwards caging him in, then you placed a knee on the couch cushion at the juncture of his legs. He sucked in a nervous breath. You couldn’t help the little smile that quirked on your lips before you swung your other leg to his side, before the other mirrored. You completely straddled him and settled down on his hips. 

“Aye man we’ve seen you at the bars.” Cri teased, “We know you can seduce all the women.” 

You couldn’t help but feel a ping of jealousy, but you shoved it away. You were currently planted on the mans lap… 

Beto settled his hands on your hips urging you even closer. You placed your hands on his bulky shoulders and braced as he slid you as close as possible. 

“Okay. Mercer needs to see that you have control.” Nico said, “In the past the other agents didn’t look natural, they hesitated. They also didn’t quite fit the descriptions. Y/N will only be able to carry a small pistol under her skirt or else they’ll see. And Beto—“ He pulled out the narco gun, “Toma. La pistola del pendejo.” He smirks. “Narco estándar. Mucho oro, poco gusto.”

Beto laughed. 

“My favorite one.” Cri sighed longingly. 

Nico set the gaudy weapon down, “So don’t pull her skirt up too much… they can’t see she’s armed.” 

“I’d keep her perched on one leg if you can.” Camila said pointing out the obvious, “Skirts like that don’t stay… and Beto would currently have a pistol pointed right at his—“ he gestured to his crotch. 

You looked down… true.

Beto effortlessly picked you up and readjusted you to sit on his one leg. 

“Manspread more.” Gloria waved at the two of you. 

You and Beto adjusted. He relaxed into the couch keeping a territorial arm around your middle, effectively holding you to him as he took up space on the couch. 

She nodded, “Better. Now you actually look like a douche.”

“And me?” You asked, “What kind of woman does Mercer prefer?” 

“From what we can tell—“ Archie pilled out the file, “expensive.”

Cri gobbled down a taco, “He has a taste for expensive prostitutes. He also seems to get off on sleeping with other men’s women.” He held up a group of images showing surveillance of him sleeping with women who were in relationships with his friends. 

“So not the shy and meek.” You confirmed leaning against Beto. 

“No.” Gloria said, “I’d stay quiet, but look him in the eye. Defer to Beto and let him do all the talking.” 

You nodded in agreement.

Nico stepped forward, “I think we need to practice the entrance agin. From the top.” 

Beto sighed and squeezed your sides.

You stood up adjusting our skirt, “Can I practice with the pistol?” 

Gloria scooted to the side of the table to retrieve the tiny gun. 

Definitely not your normal Glock. 

You leave Beto behind as you walk over to the girls. Camila hands you the thigh holster. You unceremoniously lifted your heeled foot and placed it on the chair as you stepped into the single thigh band. 

Cri let out a low whistle watching as you slid it up as high as it could go on your thigh. 

You threw him a playful wink as you took the concealed weapon from Gloria and tucked it into the secure pocket. 

“Like a bond girl, eh?” Cri elbowed Archie who just nodded. 

“It feels a little weird but it will work.” You stood up right, “I just want to make sure my walk doesn’t look weird.” You skipped over to Nico then began to pace across the room. 

Gloria nodded, “Looks good.” 

“You wouldn’t even know.” Archie said watching as you cat-walked back and forth letting the holstered weapon move with you. 

“So what happens if we’re separated.” Beto asked watching you study your walk in the mirror, “You all need to swoop in fast because I’m not letting something happen to her.” 

Your pulse quickened at Beto’s tone, his hesitancy was based in some gut feeling he has, you could see that now.

Nico exchanged a quick glance with Gloria. 

“If something happens we’ll be right there. Archie and Cri will be posing as waiters. Camila will be watching cams, and Gloria and I will be near by posing as a client and another one of Rafa’s girls.” 

Beto nodded. 

“Can you pull this off?” Gloria’s tone became gravely serious, “Because this is all going to be dependent on you. You have to make him believe. Then Nico and I will grab his phone.”

Beto nodded, “I can do it.” 

It was settled. 

Tonight, you were going into the lion’s den.

~

The elevator door dings and you adjust your mini skirt one last time feeling your heart begin to race. 

The diamond choker around your neck suddenly felt suffocating as Beto slid his hand to your lower back possessively. 

The doors slid open and the heady music drifted into the lift followed by warm lights and the sound of people laughing and chatting. 

Beto guided you out of the elevator, stepping forwards before you do. He was dressed well. A fitted white button down, sleek suit jacket, and a pair of slacks that hugged his ass just right. If the situation wasn’t so dire, you would have taken the time to admire him. 

He walked forwards, not hurried, or hesitant, but like he belongs there. He must have locked in because his acting was even better than after the hours of rehearsals. You felt a wave of male dominance you were unfamiliar with and it made your skin warm. 

His touch was firm enough to anchor you and definitely passed as habit. You let yourself fall half a step behind him and into his side, just enough to sell the fake dynamic. You clung to his arm letting him guide you. 

Gloria and Nick peel off to the side seamlessly. Gloria was posing as one of Beto’s other girls. She paired up with Nico who posed as an eager client. Gloria looks different tonight—her hair styled, short dress, expression unreadable. She slips her arm through Nico’s, posture relaxed, eyes lowered in a way that reads obedient to anyone who doesn’t know her. To anyone watching, she belongs to Beto too.

Cri and Archie were already inside posing as waiters and extra eyes. 

Beto leans in, voice low. “Remember,” he murmurs, not looking at you. “I lead.”

You nod once. “I follow.”

The words are for the cover. The steadiness is for him. You could tell he was a little nervous but to a stranger you wouldn’t know. 

A selfish part of you wished you’d be able to experience this outside of a mission cover. You honestly enjoyed being on his arm, it was nice, and comforting. 

You two make your way over to the bar where Beto cages you in. He orders drinks for both of you, no doubt catching the curious glare of the one and only Daniel Mercer. 

He perched himself on the couch surrounded by a small harem of women no doubt trafficked under him. He laughed with various groups of men who were happy to try out his merchandise. Meanwhile. Beto took your chin and angled you up to look at him. You fought to breathe despite your training. Beto’s deep brown eyes warmed your core as just blinked softly down at you.

From a distance it looked like he was instructing you, but he spoke softly, “Did you spot him?” 

You nodded and cast your eyes down to his lips, “He’s on the couch. Many suspected victims with him.” 

Beto nodded and released your chin. He then looked to Gloria, giving her a command with his hand that appeared like he was urging her to service the client. But really it was code for the target confirmed. 

Your heart raced. This was always the part of the missions that made you vibrate with excitement. 

Once you both had your drinks in hand, you straightened Beto’s tie like a lover would as he scanned the room. Once he made eye contact with Mercer and tipped his cup in his direction, Beto guided you both over to some empty couches. He sat down and you obediently plopped yourself down into his lap, leaning against him and nuzzling into his neck adoringly. You caught the way Beto’s throat bobbed from the action making you buzz.  

He instinctively manspread just like Gloria had instructed and pressed his lips to your temple.

He ran a possessive hand up from your knee, to your thigh, and then settling on the inner v of your legs. His finger tips just barely brushing against your concealed holster. Your entire body was on fire now. His calloused hands were addicting you could barely focus on the task at hand. 

It took everything in your body to fight back the shiver of excitement as he settled into the couch sipping his drink and enjoying the ambiance. 

Archie made his way over with a server tray offering the two of you more drinks and snacks which you politely declined but acknowledged his presence. 

You unconsciously wiggled in Beto’s lap, adjusting your seat, and wrappedyour arm around him feeling him suddenly freeze and halt your hips. 

You froze up wondering if you had done something wrong. 

Your racing thoughts were interrupted as your target abruptly interrupted you two. 

“You Rafa?” 

Beto raised a challenging brow and stared Daniel Mercer down. 

“Daniel.” He stood up straight, “I sent your invite.” 

Beto gave your ass a little tap, urging you to stand. He too stood up to shake Daniel’s hand. 

You rolled your eyes and fixed your outfit acting annoyed with your handler. 

Daniel’s piercing eyes then went to you. Dangerous. Predatory. 

“And you brought product?” His smile was wolfish. Clearly he was interested. You wanted to snarl at him but you bit your tongue and just looked to Beto, “I hear you train them well. Best whores in Tijuana.” Daniel went to stroke your hair like a pet but Beto stopped him.

Beto snaked a possessive arm around you tucking you into his side. 

“This one’s mine.” He nodded in Gloria’s direction who was perched on Nico’s lap twirling his hair and giggling like a stupid school girl, “But I never show up empty handed. I hear you’re the one I’m supposed to meet to discuss expanding both of our enterprises.” 

You couldn’t even focus on the conversation with Beto’s bruising grip holding you flush to his body. You slipped your hands into his lapels keeping your back to Mercer. 

“I believe that would be correct.” He seemed a little peeved he couldn’t get his hands on you. Like a child banned from the cookie jar. You had no delusions, he was clearly planning something. 

Daniel’s smile doesn’t fade, but something sharpens behind it. 

“Expanding enterprises,” he repeats, like he’s tasting the phrase. “I like men who think big.”

His gaze drifts back to you anyway. He shamelessly looks at your ass framed by the black mini skirt.

Too slow. Too deliberate. It made your skin crawl, but the safety Beto offered kept you from lashing out. 

“You keep her close,” Daniel says curiously. “That usually means one of two things.”

Beto’s arm tightens around you—just enough to be unmistakable.

“It means I don’t like people touching what’s mine.” Beto’s growl made you shiver. You’ve never heard him like this before. You were certain he could feel your racing pulse through his clothes.

Daniel hums, amused. “Protective. That’s good. But I’ll be needed to see what I’m investing in.”

He gestures toward the side room you noticed earlier—the one half-hidden by smoked glass, the light inside dimmer, quieter.

“Come,” Daniel says. “I don’t do business in the open. Too many eyes.”

Beto doesn’t move right away.

You feel it before you see it—the subtle shift in him, the way his body angles between you and Daniel as if by instinct. He couldn’t help but shake the law enforcement out of him. Then he looks down at you, expression unreadable, voice low enough that only you hear.

“Stay with me,” he murmurs, “If this gets out of line we’re bailing.” 

It isn’t a command. It’s a promise.

The side room is smaller than the main floor, intimate in a way that feels intentional. A couch sits against one wall, leather worn smooth. A low table. No windows.

And cameras. Specifically hidden to an untrained eye. But no doubt Beto noticed them the second you did. 

You spot them immediately—small, recessed, watching from opposite corners. It could capture every detail in this room.

Daniel follows your line of sight and smiles wider.

“Don’t worry,” he says. “They’re for my protection.”

The door shuts behind you with a soft, final click.

Daniel doesn’t sit. He leans against the wall instead, arms crossed, attention fixed squarely on the two of you.

“People can sell anything,” he says. “I prefer to see what I’m buying first hand.”

Pervert.

You knew Beto was flitting through the file images in this very moment. All those female agents on their knees, guns to their heads serving Daniel.

His eyes flick to you. “Sit.”

You don’t move.

Beto does.

He steps forward, steering you with a firm hand to the shoulder until you’re standing directly in front of the couch. His grip never hurts, but it leaves no question. He sits first, spreading his legs slightly, posture relaxed in a way that feels practiced now. You stand between his legs never keeping your eyes off of him. 

“Go on,” Daniel says lightly. “Show me.” He liked seeing how trained you were. He wanted to watch how well Rafa has broken you in.

Your pulse roars in your ears. Now you have to preform. 

You hesitate just long enough to make it look natural—then you climb onto Beto’s lap, settling sideways, one leg draped over his thigh. You feel him tense beneath you, a sharp intake of breath he can’t quite hide.

Then Nico’s quiet voice crackled through your coms, “We can’t find his phone. Keep him busy a little longer.” 

Your arms slide around his shoulders, fingers brushing his collarbone. You keep your face calm, unreadable, even as your nerves light up every inch of skin. You can’t help it. You’ve had too many day dreams about moments just like this. You just wished it had been under different circumstances. 

Beto’s hand comes to your hip automatically.

Then it stops.

His fingers dig in suddenly, halting your movement completely.

You still.

For a split second, panic flares—did I do something wrong? You look at him nervously.

Daniel chuckles softly, “Guess some don’t like an audience.”

You realized Beto was staring at Daniel directly like he was territorial. You could feel every muscle in Beto’s body gearing up for a fight. Like the tension was going to snap and he’d launch himself across the room.

“She does what I tell her to do.” Beto snarled curling his fingers into the fabric of your top. 

The words are flat. Controlled.

But his thumb rubs little circled against your hip—subtle, grounding. I’ve got you. But it just serves to weaken your resolve. You give him one last look knowing there was no way around this. Daniel wants to see what you can do.

Daniel’s gaze sharpens. “Then let’s see how well she listens.”

He steps closer. Too close.

“Don’t mind if I watch,” Daniel says. “I like to know what I’m buying into since you won’t let me taste her myself.”

Beto’s jaw tightens. “Look all you want.”

Daniel tilts his head. “But?”

“But you don’t touch.”

The room goes still. Beto gives you a stern look only you know what it means. He’s asking for permission one last time which you grant with a soft smile.

Daniel studies him, measuring. Then he smiles again—slow, predatory.

“Fair enough.”

He gestures lazily toward the cameras. “Kiss her.”

The command lands heavy.

Beto’s breath shifts beneath you. You feel the conflict ripple through him—instinct warring with necessity. His hand tightens at your back, pulling you closer, shielding you even as he performs. You straddle him, settling down against his crotch where you melded into him. His hands then go to your arm and neck where he draws you in. You close your eyes and arch your back seductively putting on a show for Daniel. 

Beto leans in.

The kiss is brief at first—controlled, practiced. Beto exhales through his nose.

He adjusts his grip, one hand sliding higher, anchoring you firmly against him. When he kisses you again, it’s slower. Deeper. Not indulgent—but convincing. However from the outside, it seemed heated.

Your thoughts scatter. You keep your movements minimal, compliant, letting him lead, trusting him completely.

Daniel watches. Closely. You couldn’t help but indulge in some light grinding not caring if your skirt rode up flashing Daniel, the gun was still concealed. 

When Beto finally pulls back, he doesn’t release you. His arm stays locked around you, possession written into every line of his posture as he studies your flushed face. He can help but run a thumb over your kiss swollen lip. 

Daniel nods, satisfied—for now.

“Good,” he says. “Very good.”

He straightens, already turning away. “I want to see how well you’ve trained her and since you won’t let me sample, I’ll leave the demonstration to you.”

As he reaches the door, he pauses.

“You pull some shit—” Daniel adds casually. “I’ll know.”

His eyes flick back to you.

“I only do business with the best.” 

The door opens.

Beto doesn’t move until it closes again.

Only then does he lower his voice, barely audible against your ear.

“You okay?”

You nod, breath shaky but steady. “Yeah.”

His hold loosens—just a fraction. Enough to give you space without letting go.

He murmurs. “I don’t think we’re getting out of this one. Nico needs more time, and you know they’re armed to the teeth out there.”

Beto just stared at the cameras keep watching.

~

You knew in that moment you were going to have to take over. 

You knew Beto wouldn’t be able to mentally cope with this one. He’s gong to feel too damn guilty. He was your partner. Your twin in law enforcement. You knew him better than anyone. 

But he was still going to have to play his part. 

You sighed. 

Then you locked in. 

Grabbing his chain, you yanked him closer into your mouth smushing your lips up against his. 

Then you ground down on him, much, much harder this time. Communicating your point.

You kept in rhythm with the thrumming music outside this little room pouring in from the penthouse. 

Running your hands through his hair and giving him a slight tug, you briefly, just for a tiny moment, felt him completely relax into you. He couldn’t help it. He’s still a man. 

You smiled into the kiss biting his lip slightly, before parting from his lips to trail little wet kisses down his cheek to his neck. You swerved your hips once again encouraging his hands to slide down your back and grip your round plush ass. He leaned back making it easier for you as you continued your little performance. You sucked a mark into his neck before running your nose playfully over the shell of his ear. His skin immediately goosed. 

You whispered very subtly, “We have to see this through. They didn’t get the phone yet. You’re going to have to fuck me.” 

The spell was suddenly broken. 

Beto snapped back to his senses and pushed you back looking you deep in the eyes. 

Knowing you were still being watched, he continued on by lifting the two of you and slamming you over on your back into the plush leather couch. He crowded over you shielding you from the cameras as he now took his turn to whisper in your ear. 

“Y/N…” he sighed, “I-I c-can’t.” 

You nuzzled his ear, running your nails down his back scratching over the starched button down. 

“You have to.” You sighed, “W-what? Got a girlfriend I don’t know about?” 

He huffed into your hair grabbing your neck, “No.” He said definitively.  

You spread your legs allowing him to slot himself between your legs to grind back against you. You sucked in a breath. 

Fuck. 

He was hard. 

His massive length was pushing against the taught fabric of his pants making you instantly heat. 

“Rafa!…” You whined. 

He shook his head like he was trying to knock some sense into himself. 

“Fuck.” He breathed just quiet enough for you to hear. 

You squirmed against his possessive choke hold, “Beto please. You have to.” You wrapped your legs around his waist urging him into you, “The others need time and I don’t want to be executed here when our cover is blown.” 

He just pressed more kisses into your skin as you continued, “If you don’t, he’ll make you watch him fuck me before he kills you. Please Beto.” 

“I’m not letting the, see you.” Beto growled a little louder looking up directly at the camera across the room. 

“Beto. Please.” You whispered feeling your panties dampen. Fuck who were you kidding. They were wet the second his lips touched yours. 

Fuck you never thought you’d have Beto like this… hard and turned on, right under your quivering fingertips. 

All for you. 

You did that. 

He was always so respectful of you. He treated you and Camila like sisters. You’d seen him finesse girls at the bars after-hours and sometimes on missions, but he never crossed that line with you. 

You both were professionals. 

Special Agents don’t sleep with one another. 

That is until now…

“You have to.” You pleased, “They’ll kill us if we take much longer.” 

“Are you sure?” He breathed in your scent. 

“Yes,” You sighed. 

“Fuck.” He forced himself back to sit on his haunches. Discreetly, you slid your concealed gun from the holster on your inner thigh and slid the small weapon between the couch cushion so the cameras couldn’t see.

Beto did something similar. Instead, he took out the gold encrusted “costume” gun from the back of his belt and set it obviously on the table next to you both where the camera could see. 

Something happened in that moment. Suddenly ILU Beto was gone and it was just him. Your stomach flipped seeing the heat he was holding back bloom into full effect. You exhaled feeling the energy shift to something heavy. He threaded a hand through his own hair. 

In a matter of seconds. He rushed forwards seizing your lips once again before he scrambled under your skirt like he couldn’t stand the restraint for one more second. He grabbed at the waist bands of your panties before snapping them off and throwing them at the camera. Then you felt him rip open your fish nets leaving a gaping hole at your core. You moaned feeling the adrenaline course through you. You wanted to sit up, to help him, but he just shoved you back down and pulled off his tie. 

You watched as he seductively slid it from his neck and loosened the first few buttons on his shirt.

“Ass up.” He commanded, looking down at you with a heady stare. 

You gave him once last look before obediently flipping over and angling your hips up to put yourself on display for him. Your skirt bunched up around your waist now as he leaned into the back of your thighs. 

You wiggled your ass a little eager for him to grind up against him. Shit. Your body was vibrating with need. You wanted to feel his touch so desperately. 

His intoxicating warmth and sturdiness just mere layers of fabric away.

He undid his belt and unfastened his pants not bothering to remove either of your clothes before he pulled himself from his trousers. He pumped himself to relieve some of the pressure before bringing his hand to your absolutely dripping core. 

He fought back the urge to groan feeling just how turned on you had become. 

“Didn’t know you liked an audience mamita.” He couldn’t help but smirk despite the situation. 

You just grumbled into the couch cushion feeling the burn of embarrassment and lust surge through you. 

He saved you from melting into the cushions when he nudged his fingers through your folds spreading your wetness around and teasing your clit skillfully. You whined and pushed back against him to his absolute joy. 

He shook his head unable to process the fact he currently had you like this, bent over for him and dripping wet. All because of him. 

He was thrilled.

He dripped a finger inside of you testing your tightness. You groaned adjusting to the sensation before he added two more. You ground back against his hand demanding more from him. You could take more. You didn’t need the warm up. 

You need Beto to fuck you. 

“Please Papi Chulo.” 

How could he resist you. 

He surged forwards caging you in as he lined you both up. 

Then he sunk in. 

A wheeze groan was punched out of your body as you felt him absolutely fill you. Fuck. Beto was massive. 

Your body tried its hardest to accommodate him. 

Usually he’d give you time to adjust but he couldn’t show too much empathy for you. Not with this crowd. He’d apologize later. He still had a role to play.

Unceremoniously, he started up a brutal pace. 

You were nearly fucked to the edge of the couch where you braced yourself against the arm of furniture. You pushed back against him wanting him as deep as humanly possible. 

“Fuck Rafa!” You cried out to the room. 

Beto felt you clench down on him making him bow forwards. He braced an hand on the arm too. He intertwined your fingers giving you some semblance of comfort but still maintaining your covers. His other hand reached around your front to squeeze your tit. You couldn’t help the primal cry that bubbled out of you as you arched even more for him. 

That same hand then ventured south. He snaked past your bunched up skirt and went straight to your throbbing swollen clit. 

He moved with purpose. Clearly the man was on a mission and he was treating it as such. 

You hand to bite your hand to keep from screaming. The pure pleasure soaring through your entire— strung out —body made you twitch and writhe as Beto brought you closer and closer to that sweet release. 

“Please Beto.” You moaned and curled back into him needing him as deep as possible. 

“Go on baby.” He kissed your head, “Come for me, mamita.” 

Thats all you needed. 

His sturdy thrusts and circling touch threw you over the edge into mind numbing pleasure. You cried out and clawed at the leathers forcing him to release you and lean upright to grab your hips. He continued to fuck you, bringing himself closer to release. 

You cried and whined out from overstimulation feeling yourself start to loose your focus. 

The moment was abruptly ruined as armed men kicked open the door with Daniel in hot pursuit. 

Beto quickly pulled out of you, making you wince, and zipped his pants back up to grab his gun. 

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” Daniel tutted causing Beto to tense, “Having a good time… Beto?” 

Fuck. 

You were blown. You slipped up. 

You slowly sat up on your haunches tucking yourself into Beto’s front, essentially acting as a human shield to all of the weapons trained on your partner. 

“Daniel you’re under arrest for human trafficking and prostitution.” Beto said training his weapon steadily on Mercer. 

Daniel just cackled completely amused by the sudden change in Beto’s demeanor. 

“Oh please. You really think I care?” Daniel looked around the room, “You’re out numbered. I’ll make sure to take real good care of your girl after I kill you.” 

Slowly, you snuck your hand down Beto’s side and in-between the couch cushions to grip your gun. 

“You’re not the first cop I’ve killed.” Daniel said waving his gun around, “But… I’m willing to make a deal with you. Man to man.” He eyed you wolfishly. The man was on at the hunt. And he was hungry. 

“Fuck off.” Beto said wrapping an arm around your middle, keeping you closer to him. 

“Now that I know your little partner can fuck… I’ll tell you what.” He pocketed his gun, “I’ll let you live if you hand her over to me. Clearly she knows what she’s doing and I’m eager for a turn.” 

You snarled at him wanting to take his head off his shoulders. 

“Like I said earlier.” Beto tightened his trigger finger, “She’s mine.” 

Daniel nodded disappointed, “Your funerals.” 

As if Beto’s wildest dream came true, Daniel Mercer suddenly dropped dead. 

His blood sprayed all over the two of you as Archie and Cri came storming in with Nico and Gloria hot on their tales. 

Daniel Mercar had been shot point blank in the head and his body crumpled to the ground in a giant heap.

Beto wasted no time throwing the both of you down to the ground and knocking the table over to give you both cover as the bullets started to fly. 

You braced for a moment against Beto as he returned fire. He ducked down behind the mahogany as a rogue spray of bullets nearly hit him.

You squeezed his belt, holding onto it like a life line while you scrambled to get your gun loaded.

Daniel’s men suddenly scattered like bugs. 

“Beto!” Nico yelled, “Move!” They had finally carved out an opening for you to escape.

They covered you both as you stood up and ran following Cri and the others out of there. You clung desperately to Beto as he kept you both steady with an arm under yours. Your legs had turned to jelly a long time ago as you stumbled in your heels after Gloria. 

“What the fuck happened?!” Archie yelled clearing the hallway to the elevator. 

You were interrupted when another round of bullets blew holes in the walls just next to Nico’s head. 

Beto pined you between him and the alcove before the elevator as he provided everyone cover fire. He hit a couple shooters giving you all an opening. 

Without another moment of hesitation. You squeezed forwards to hail the elevator. 

“You have incoming, south hallway.” Cami’s voice said through the coms. She must have hacked into the cameras. 

Cri randomly fired down the hallway trying to discourage them from pursuing. 

You all stood around the elevator weapons at the ready. 

When you heard the ding. 

You turned first, grabbing Beto and guiding him backwards by the belt as he was the last inside the lift. 

Once those doors closed, you all finally had a moment to gather yourselves in the awards silence. 

You and Beto kept your eyes on the elevator doors ignoring the others as they observed the two of you carefully. 

It was obvious what had happened. And they couldn’t help but stare.

There hadn't been an option to bail. You both did what you had to do. Temu’s words echoed in your head. Bird of a feather you surmised. 

The others however, weren’t quite sure how to handle this. 

You broke the silence, “Someone tell me you got the fucking phone.” 

Nico nodded and Gloria held up the device.

You nodded, “Bien.” 

The lift came to a stop and the doors opened unceremoniously. You were met with Camila’s doe eyes and her tablet as she guided you all to the van waiting for your quick escape. 

You all huddled into the car and sped off wanting nothing more than to get back to base to debrief. You wouldn’t feel like you had accomplished anything until you were certain you every single bit of inner circle information from that damn monster. 

In the rocking of the car, and the near deadly silence everyone was in, you could feel the soreness and the pulsing still in your abused cunt. Beto had absolutely railed you seven ways to Sunday and frankly you ached for more. 

You could only imagine what he was feeling. He kept his stern glare on the road from the passenger seat leaving you to haze at his profile from the back. 

Camila seemed to notice and went for your hand. She wrapped it in hers and smiled sweetly while also keeping her eyes on the road. 

You sighed, forcing the tension from your body and willing away the throbbing in your core. 

It was just a job. 

You had to fuck him to survive. 

And you did. 

You both survived. 

You did what had to be done. 

~

Beto is standing near the office window, back to you,  now fully dressed in his work clothes. You both had showered at the station and had gotten cleaned up. The others watched with baited anticipation as you chucked your towel on your office chair and stalked into Temu’s old office to talk with Beto.

They knew you both needed to figure this out. You were all a team. A well oiled one. This mission cannot fuck it up. 

Beto’s hands are braced on the sill like he’s holding himself in place.

You watch him for a moment before entering the glass office and speaking.

“Hey.” You said softly. 

He doesn’t turn around.

“I shouldn’t have let it go that far,” he says quietly. Still unable to face you. You guessed from shame.

His words are flat, rehearsed. Like he’s been saying them to himself for hours. Honestly, he probably had.

“You didn’t let anything happen,” you reply. “We didn’t have a choice. We survived.”

You suddenly got hit with a wave of guilt for begging him. He probably thought it was all for the cover, and that he took advantage of you in some way. You were the one who was encouraging them the entire time. You seemed to have absorbed some of his guilt. 

He finally turns. His expression is controlled, but his eyes give him away—dark, tired, heavy with the kind of guilt that doesn’t resolve easily.

“I crossed a line,” he continues, lowering his gaze. “I knew I was crossing it. And I told myself it was for the job. For your safety.” His jaw tightens. “But that doesn’t erase it. I-I’m sorry Y/N.”

You straighten up and cross your arms.

“Beto,” you say gently. “Look at me.”

He hesitates—then does.

“You checked in,” you remind him. “Every time it mattered. You protected me even when it made the cover harder. You saved me. We both know what he would have done to me if you hadn’t”

His shoulders sag just slightly. “That was my job.”

“No,” you say. “That was you.”

You stand and close the distance between you. He doesn’t step back, but he doesn’t reach for you either—like he’s afraid he’s already taken too much.

“I don’t feel used,” you tell him quietly. “I don’t feel trapped. I don’t regret it.” That felt like a bit of lie but you continued, “I asked you to. Many times.”

His breath catches at that.

“I regret it,” he admits and your heart absolutely sinks. Teetering on full blown heart break. “Because I don’t know where the line is anymore. And I don’t want you thinking I ever confused obligation with—” 

He continued on, but your guilt was becoming all encompassing.

He stops himself.

“With what?” you ask softly needed to hear him out. You watched him fidget nervously. 

He looks at you then, really looks at you, like he’s weighing whether honesty will hurt more than silence. He’s hesitating.

“With wanting you.”

The room feels smaller somehow. The glass closing in on the two of you.

You don’t rush to answer. You let the moment settle. Your body thrummed with delight. Beto likes you? You wanted to giggle and settled for a sly smirk. You chewed your lip and gazes up at him as he studied you.

“I wanted you too,” you say finally. “That doesn’t mean the circumstances didn’t matter. They did. But it doesn’t change what I felt.” The admission felt freeing.

He shakes his head once, frustrated. “I was supposed to keep this clean. We’re supposed to be professionals. A team.”

You smile faintly, “We’re still all of those things.”

That earns the smallest, helpless huff of breath from him.

“I never want to put you in a position like that again,” he says. “Never.”

“I know,” you reply. “That’s why I trusted you.”

Your words warmed his cheeks.

He swallows. “And now?”

You step closer, close enough that he can’t pretend that things haven’t changed between the two of you.

“Now,” you say, “we get to choose. No cameras. No cover. No one watching.”

He searches your face, cautious. Hopeful. Afraid.

“And if I say I don’t want to pretend to be professional anymore?” he asks.

You reach out, resting your hand lightly over his chest—right where you can feel his heartbeat, steady and real.

“Then I’d say… good,” you murmur. “Because neither do I.”

He closes his eyes for a brief second, like he’s letting something unclench inside him.

“Bien,” he exhales. “Entonces… despacio.”

Slowly.

When he finally pulls you into his arms, it’s not possessive. Not forced. Just careful and sure and entirely his choice. You wrap your arms around his middle letting your face rest against his steady heart beat. 

You nod. “Slow is good.”

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HOW TF DO I SCREEN RECORD THIS 😂😂😂 PEOPLE PLEASE GET TO EDITING THAT SCENE PLEASE I BEG MANU DESERVES MORE THIRST TRAPS FOR HIS FINE AZZZZ

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YOURE TELLING ME I JUST GOT TO WATCH MANU (BETO) STRIP TEASE IN 4K IN GRINGO HUNTERS…. OH MY GOD WTFFFFFF 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🔥🥵🔥🥵🔥🥵

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PULSE 🌺 Pt. 4

🌺 Part 1 ~ 🌺 Part 2 ~ 🌺 Part 3 ~ 🌺 Part 4

Here's after the split. READ PART 3 BEFORE THIS ONE Tumblr won't let me post a 24k long fic lol too many breaks apparently. hehe. anyways... Enjoy the smutttt!

Alright here's the warnings: if you're under 18 please preserve your childlike innocence 😂 and vacate the premises.

PULSE - Ramon Arellano x Y/N

🌺 Sex!Pollen fic 75% smut 25% plot

A hot new drug is popping up all over Tijuana and rookie cop y/n is the first on the scene. What happens when she's trapped in close quarters with the wild Narco Prince Ramon.

Warnings: dubious consent, enemies to lovers in you squint hard enough, p in v sex, oral female receiving, drug use, violence, canon violence, drug induced sex!craze.... Ramon is a wild man, he’s hot I’m not sorry for my actions :) (stop making evil characters hot if you don't want us simping.)

You grunted with the sudden intrusion having to get used to the stretch of him. It had been too long…

He mumbled little praises into your hair as you whined with overstimulation as he gave you a moment to relax into taking his mind numbing thick cock. 

“My good girl.” He kept pressing kisses to your hair and ear. 

“Mon!” You whimpered trying to grind against him staring to feel warm inside. The desire for him to move became overwhelming.  

He grunted and experimentally pulled back testing your adjustment. He then thrusted forwards hearing you let out a pathetic whine as you got used to him again. 

He was fighting back every instinct he had in him to just take you brutally, but he waited. He did it again before feeling you completely relax, no longer squeezing him so tightly. Then he began to pick up a rhythm that had you crying out for him and relaxing into his touch. 

As you clung to his massive frame, the entire bed began to shake as he forcefully began to fuck into you quickening the pace.

Everything suddenly felt right. 

Ramon’s delicious weight grounded you firmly into his plush mattress. His scent overwhelmed every cell in your body making you flutter with belonging. This was what you needed. 

You didn’t know if it was the side effects of pulse or the absolute burning desire to be under him once again, but you didn’t care. Your entire being beamed with content. 

You didn’t even care when he sucked possessive marks into your neck like horny teenagers. You knew this is where you wanted to be. 

He leaned up, keeping a claiming hand wrapped around your neck as he continued thrusting while rubbing tight little circles into your clit making you writhe against him. 

“Cum baby.” He encouraged, “I want to feel you come for me again.” 

You cried out his name grabbing into the arm keeping you pinned. You couldn’t hold back any longer, feeling the absolutely demolishing pleasure sweep over you, you came on his cock, and came hard. 

Your legs tightened around him, making him smirk as you fought back against the overstimulation. He gave you some mercy and released you, making you curl into him as he continued thrusting. You arms wrapped around his neck as you clung to him. 

“You feel so good coming around my cock baby.” He kissed you more as he chased his own high. 

You felt his steady strokes suddenly falter as he groaned out before pumping you full with his hot seed stuttering in his pace. 

You fought to catch your breath as he flopped on top of you trying to ground himself. 

“You okay baby?” He asked leaning up on his elbows and looking down at you with a goofy smile. 

You cracked open your bleary eyes and gave him a lazy smile and nodded. 

He smiled leaning down to kiss you again, softer this time. You’ve never had him kiss you like that before and it made your stomach flutter like a school girl. 

He sat up and slowly pulled out, making you whine feeling him start to spill out of you. You closed your legs watching him stare lustfully at your dripping core. He just gave you a mischievous smirk before getting out of bed to grab the wash cloth to clean you both up. 

Once he had taken his time making sure you were pristine, he turned off the lights and helped you under the covers. 

“Mon?” You asked watching him pulling on a pair of pants, “Where are you going?” 

“I have to handle some business with Barron.” He said leaning down to kiss your hairline, “Go to sleep princessa, I’ll be back soon.” 

You no longer had the energy to fight him. The events of the day took it out of you.

Instead you let your eyes drift off to sleep in the darkness of his room as he walked out fixing his watch. 

You could only imagine he was going to be ordering Barron to handle the situation with your apartment now that you had conceded to his very demanding wishes. 

But right now you couldn’t care. Ramon’s pillows were so plush, his sheets so soft, and that deep primal itch had been satiated for the first time in almost a year. You just allowed yourself to sink into his bed and drift off into blissful sleep. 

You were officially under the care and protection of Ramon Arellano Felix, and you shockingly found peace in that.

~

Soft morning light danced across your nose causing your eyes to flutter open slowly. 

At first, you were hit with confusion. This wasn’t your little quaint apartment. The luxurious four poster bed cocooned you in a bed of warmth. You tried sitting up to get a baring but you were held firmly in place. In fact, the muscular arm weighing you down suddenly constricted drawing you even closer to the warmth behind you. 

Ramon let out a sleepy sigh as he drifted back into restful sleep keeping you close to his skin. 

You nestled back into him relishing in his warmth, but my god was the man a giant. He dwarfed you significantly as you adjusted to get comfortable. 

You studied his room carefully. It was clear that they had hired someone to come design everything. It was carefully curated even down to the knobs on the dressers. 

You wondered if the dark woods and the extravagant gold was Ramon’s personal touch. There wasn’t much in personal items. No photo frames, or childhood pictures. It was interesting being inside of Ramon’s most personal space. 

There was a miniature basketball hoop hung up on the wall and couple video game controllers lying around. He was the youngest after all. He clearly likes his toys. 

And his clothes. 

You realized everything he did own was designer. He practically cleared out the Versace store. 

Even the outfit he put you in before bed was gucci. 

What’s even crazier is that it didn’t really seem to matter to him. He had all these things but it was like nothing. You couldn’t even process that. Your pajama set was more than your month’s rent. 

Ramon began to stir as he began waking up. He squeezed you like a child would clutch a teddy bear making you whine as he nuzzled his face into your nape taking in your scent. 

“Gmorning.” He mumbled lazily into your hair. 

“Good morning Mon.” You replied with a yawn. Rolling over to face him, you threw your leg over his and laid on his chest feeling his steady heart beat under your cheek. 

He rubbed your back yawning, trying to wake himself up. 

You nearly drifted back to sleep before he spoke softly, “Last night, Barron told me your partner is staring to look for you.” 

Daniel. 

The soft morning spell was suddenly over, you sat up looking down at Ramon.

He pushed a stray hair out of the way, “He doesn’t know where you are, but someone in the neighborhood mentioned a girl being kidnapped to the local police. Daniel thinks it’s you. Even hunted down the neighborhood patrol to get a description.” 

You looked at him suddenly fear full to ask the question you’re dying to know. 

He studied you. 

“No, we didn’t kill him.” 

You exhaled slowly in relief. 

“But I can’t have him leading Miguel to you.” He said, “How do I make him go away.” 

You shook your head, “I have to tell him what happened.” 

“You’re not speaking to him.” 

“Ramon!” You pushed further off of him, “You can’t just order me around like I’m Barron or Kitty. I know Daniel.” 

He frowned. He didn’t like you mentioning another man’s name… 

“He won’t drop it until he knows the truth.” You said, “He’s stubborn. He wouldn’t say anything.” 

“Wouldn’t he?” Ramon questioned, “I might believe you if he wasn’t a cop.” 

“Then drop him off in Panama.” You said rolling your eyes, “It’ll take him a minute to get back.” 

Ramon chuckled, “Alright… Panama.” 

“I need to get some things today.” You said sliding out of bed ignoring the way Ramon grabbed at you trying to keep you in his bed. 

“I’ll send Fredo.” He said rubbing his eyes. 

“Umm, I’d rather you didn’t.” You said rubbing your elbow. 

“Why?” 

“Well, I don’t really feel like he’ll be able to get exactly what I need.” You chewed your lip but Ramon just gave you curious look, “I need girl stuff.” 

“Then I’ll send his girlfriend.” 

“Mon. Please.” You sighed, “I don’t care if you send an army with me, I just want to pick up the things I want. Tooth brushes, deodorant… stuff like that.” 

He groaned, “Why can’t you just stay here. Use my things.” 

“You don’t have my favorite tampons.” 

He sighed relenting, “Fine but my friends are going with you. Barron will pay with cash and you’re going to come right back here.” 

“You’re not coming?” You were a little disappointed. 

“I have business.” Ramon said, “I can’t leave Min again. Not right now when everything is a little too hot.”

You nodded. 

“I’ll tell the others to get everything organized.” 

“When will you be back?” You asked feeling a little alone. You didn’t know his friends at all and it’s not like you’ve spent nearly two years hunting them down.  

He sat up in bed shaking out his hair, “Probably closer to 3, if Enedina doesn’t chew off anyone’s head.” 

“Okay.” You nodded. It’s just a few hours. You could handle that. 

He stood up and circled the bed reaching you,  “C’mere baby.” He swopped you up into his arms to carry you into his massive bathroom. You squealed letting him lead you into the giant shower to get cleaned up and ready for the day. 

~

DANIEL’S POV

Daniel had followed the lead. The station had called him telling him his informant was trying to reach him. Apparently a local neighborhood patrol had seen suspicious activity in the rich neighborhood outside of Tijuana. They have a description that had sounded like Y/N, so he knew he had to get back out there despite his still injured arm. 

He had driven almost an hour out of town to stake out the scene, praying that someone would show themselves soon. 

With their chief still in critical condition, his new replacement had given Daniel the go ahead to search for his partner. With Y/N being the best soldier they had they couldn’t afford to loose her, or let these bastards have her. They owed her that at least. 

Daniel had run out of anxiety hours ago and now he was just plain frustrated. With no leads but this one, he couldn’t help but feel like he was wasting time. She might not even be here. He had no idea. 

She could be all the way to CDMX by now. Who knows. 

As he crushed another cup of coffee, he sat back in the driver’s seat radioing back into headquarters reporting nothing but crickets. 

But to his very luck, the gates seemed to be opening. 

The gate guard pulled the giant ornate gates back allowing a caravan of land rovers through. All blacked out, they rocked back and forth along the rural roads. Daniel pulled out his binoculars and zeroed in on the lead car heading his way. Inside, he saw none other than Ramon Arellano himself armed to the teeth. With men in the back of the truck they all drove in a straight line back into Tijuana. 

Daniel then looked at the cars behind that one. No one he recognized besides some sicarios armed just as much as him. 

Then the last car nearly knocked his breath out of him. The driver’s seat sat Kitty. His suave hair was unmistakable and in the passenger seat was none other than Barron. Ramon’s left hand. 

But it was really the backseat that made him choke. 

Y/N. 

She sat between two narco jr.s wearing something other than her fatigues. 

Daniel nearly threw the binoculars while he put the car into drive to pursue them. 

Where the hell were they taking you? 

~one hour later (Tijuana)~

Daniel was getting anxious again. Once inside the parameters of Tijuana proper, he radioed into the station to report your sighting praying reinforcements will get there in time. He was carefully tracking the caravan. 

It wasn’t until they nearly hit downtown, that Ramon’s truck veered to the left along with the middle vehicle leaving the last one with Y/N and the sicarios to continue into town. 

He scrunched his brows in confusion realizing they were heading straight for the mall. 

Daniel parked the car a block away watching as their car made it to the valet. 

Kitty and Barron hopped out along with the other two men before holding the door to help you out of the car. 

Daniel watched skeptically seeing how you were dressed. You were in a tight leopard print dress with a pair of gaudy heels. You seemed fine? 

He was expecting something much, much worse. 

One of the Narco Jr.s held out an arm to help you up the curb before they all walked with you to the mall. 

Daniel picked up the radio, “They’re here at the mall. South side. Ramon headed west. I lost track of him. Agent Y/L/N has been confirmed. She’s dressed as a civilian proceed with caution.”

Daniel grabbed his gun tucking it into his pants and trotted to keep up. He couldn’t afford to loose you, not now that he found you. 

His radio crackled, “Agents ten minutes away. Approaching from the east.” 

He pushed forwards watching you and the jrs disappear into the shopping crowd. You all managed to blend in remarkably causing Daniel to rush forward a bit pushing some people to the side to squeeze through. 

He caught the sight of your shoes as you ascended the escalators with the men circling you entirely. 

When you walked into the pharmacy, Daniel waited outside grabbing his radio, “Agent Y/N is here with Barron and Kitty. Target not in immediate danger.” 

He waited from a safe distance noticing that seemed to have been tasked with buying you some essentials is that it looked like. Clearly they had no intention of releasing you any time soon. He was more shocked by the clothes. They seemed to have dressed you up like a doll to Ramon’s preferences. 

Loud patterns, gaudy accessories. 

He could vomit. 

He didn’t even want to know what you’ve endured in your time with the youngest Arellano. Who had nasty rap sheet. Murders, assaults, trafficking. You had barely survived your last encounter with the prince. 

Somehow this time you didn’t get so lucky. 

Daniel chewed his lip with anxiety praying the reinforcements would get here sooner. 

You walked out of the store with Kitty clutching your bag of things before they walked you through the pavilion to another store with woman’s lingerie. 

Daniel’s nausea nearly got him. 

You looked appalled but the men just chucked and threw smirks around. 

Fucking disgusting. Daniel fought the urge to whip out his weapon and unload the lead into their backs. 

His radio clicked again reporting the soldier’s arrival. 

Daniel began his approach wanting to get to you before the shooting inevitably started. 

He grabbed his gun turning his walk into a jog trying to cross the pavilion. 

But he was intercepted. 

He stopped in his tracks realizing you all wren’t alone. 

Suddenly more men with much larger guns crossed the pavilion causing a stir in the crowd. 

Civilians began to scream as they raised the guns opening recess fire into the lingerie store. 

Daniel instinctively ducked in horror realizing they were firing on you. 

Fuck. 

Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.

Daniel pivoted ducking behind a pillar raising his pistol. He fired on one of the shooters watching him drop. He continued to fire taking out a few more. Only two confused shooters remained but it didn’t take long before Barron and Kitty opened fire from the store. Daniel had to duck and hide as one of the shooters blasted the concrete pillar he ducked behind. 

When the bullets stopped, the shooter was forced to run. Barron had gotten a hold of one of their riffles and force them to duck for shelter. 

Daniel stood up trying to catch his breath and ignore the burning in his injured shoulder to confirm you were ok. 

He peeked around the pillar carefully catching a glimpse of you trapped under the older of the two men. The unknown kid helped you up and over the shattered glass urging you forward. Daniel tried to pursue you but was cut off and nearly clipped by Barron’s bullet. 

Daniel was forced to hit the ground behind some fallen chairs to avoid being slaughtered by Barron. 

Kitty covered you as the group made for the exit. 

Daniel got up again forcing himself to breathe before following. You all ran through the mall pushing scattering civilians to get through to safety. Daniel was in hot pursuit. He wasn’t going to fucking leave you with these men. 

He sprinted after you not caring if Barron unloaded on him. 

“Y/N!” Daniel yelled getting your attention. 

You whipped your head around with big bug eyes, “Daniel?!” 

You tried to run to him, but Kitty grabbed your waist forcing you to stay. You pushed at his arm trying to break free but another round of bullets rained down from the balcony above. 

“Fuck!” Daniel barked as everyone ducked for cover. 

Innocent civilians were taking the stay bullets as you, Ramon’s men, and Daniel all had to hide behind walls and plant pots. 

What the fuck is happening? Daniel was trying to understand. Were you being hunted by a rival gang now too? He just kept an on eye on the bastard that had shot him in the warehouse over a year ago. He was using his body to shield yours as you all hid. 

Then like a prayer had been answered, the local police department pulled up with the federales returning mass fire. 

Everyone was pinned. 

In the chaos, Barron grabbed your arm pulling you up and out from behind the plant pot with Kitty. 

Daniel tried to get up again, but when he went to run, one of the mystery shooters tried to hit him from above forcing back behind the shop wall. Fuck. He was pinned.  

“Agent Y/L/N!” One of the federales yelled but was quickly put down by Barron. 

Daniel let out a frustrated yell feeling absolutely useless. 

~

Y/N POV

“They’re after her.” Kitty barked. 

“The cop gave us away.” Barron muttered pushing you behind a store front wall, “I’m sure they were listening to the sat phones.” 

You stared at the ground in disbelief, of course they were monitoring the sat coms. 

“Is that Miguels men?” You asked wishing you had been given literally any other pair of shoes in this moment. 

Kitty shook his head, “No, that’s Hector Palma’s men.” 

Barron stared blankly at the merchandise in front of you guys. He was clearly thinking. “They set the bombs. They wanted Y/N. They know Ramon has her now.” 

“They only know we have her.” Fredo said, “They don’t know anything about her fucking Mon.” 

You shot him a disgusted look. He just smiled despite the absolute ridiculous situation you were all in. 

“How the fuck do we get out of here. They’re closing in.” You said shifting your weight feeling your feet hurting from these ridiculous shoes. 

“Your little friend must have called in the cavalry” Barron said, “Pigs all over the place.” 

“How did he even find us?” Kitty asked. 

“He got tipped off after her little escape yesterday.” Barron shot you an annoyed glare. 

“This is not my fault.” You rolled your eyes. 

“No.” Barron agreed, “But it is your partners.” 

You sighed knowing to a degree he was right. Daniel was just playing the book. He couldn’t have possibly have known they were listening. 

“We have to move fast.” Barron said, “We can try to get back to the car, but we’re probably going to have to steal one from the lot because the second we move they’ll be on us.” ;

More shooting was happening outside letting you know that the federales and the narcos were closing in. 

You shook your head. 

“Why not just give me to them?” You asked. 

“Are you stupid?” Kitty was astonished at your idiotic idea. 

“I don’t want my men getting hurt. Or my partner.” You said running a hand through your hair. 

“Don’t say stupid shit.” Barron would backhand you if he could, “They’ll do things to you that you can’t even imagine. You’ll have wished they killed you.” 

“Not to mention Mon would actually skin us alive.” Fredo added, “I’d prefer that not happening thanks.” 

You shook your head. You had no idea how the hell this was going to work. The second you guys would move you’d be shot. 

“What about the back?” You said suddenly. 

They looked at you. 

“The back of the store.” You flicked your chin in the direction, “We can leave through the back.” 

Barron nodded, “OK.” 

You all got up, keeping your heads low as a spray of bullets shattered the glass of the storefront forcing you al to jump behind the various shelves. You continued on reaching the back of the store. You all squeezed into the various narrow hallways before reaching the emergency exit. You pushed it open hearing the sirens activate. 

“Argh!” Kitty barked out being side tackled along with the other boys. Bullets rang out as they were tackled to the ground by unfamiliar men. 

“Y/N! Run!” Barron screamed trying to shove one of the sicarios off of him. 

You didn’t have to be told twice. 

Breaking off into a sprint as fast as you could despite the shoes, you turned around briefly to see Ramon’s boys being tackled and pinned to the floor by Hector’s boys. They all barked orders sending more to pursue you. 

“Run!” Fredo pleaded before being pistol whipped into unconsciousness. 

You spun around to keep running when you spotted Daniel sprinting towards you from the left. 

You ran towards him, but noticed he was screaming and doing some weird chicken dance. You nearly paused to ask him what the fuck he was saying only to be tackled from the side by a massive figure. 

You screamed and flailed as the man pressed you into the hot asphalt. 

“Gotcha bitch.” He snarled grabbing his gun. He raised it to shoot at Daniel making you scream and beg him to stop. 

“Get her up!” Another ordered. The man back off of you to wrap an arm around your waist and haul you up to your feet. A screeching suv comes pulling up and you are thrown into the backseat before the car speeds off. 

They didn’t even bother blind folding you this time… they had no intention of letting you live. 

~

It took a four hour car ride and a six hour boat trip from Tijuana to Sinaloa. 

You were exhausted. 

Every nerve in your body was shot. You didn’t even care about the dirty mattress you were lying on anymore. The holding cell was inside a massive warehouse and it was cold and wet. You flopped over onto your side fighting off the urge to sleep. 

You were scared to close your eyes. 

You were scared to sleep. You didn’t want to be caught off guard. Your mind could only run through the horrific scenarios they most likely had planned for you. The cop. 

You knew who Hector Palma was, but more importantly you knew of El Chapo, his psychotic little side kick. 

Him and Mon were sworn enemies. This you knew. 

It didn’t take a rocket scientists to figure out why you were target number one. You were praying they didn’t know of your relationship with Ramon, that would only make things worse. Instead, they were most likely holding you because of Miguel’s orders. They probably had no idea the extent of the true story here. 

You had been given water but no food in the 24 hours you remained here. 

Someone had come in to take polaroids of you no doubt to prove your capture to their boss. 

Every once in a while a man would come to check on you or to gawk. You always snarled reminding them you have teeth. They kept taunting you. 

It didn’t take too long before Hector Palma showed his face along with the side kick, Chapo. 

Heck stayed back while Chapo approached you. You leaned against the wall staring at him challengingly. It was strange seeing him in person and not just a pile of photos on your desk. 

“She’s too pretty to be a cop.” He tried to reach forwards to touch you but you swiped at him making him jump back. 

“Puta!” He surged forward snatching up your chin and squeezing hard. You shoved and clawed at his arm as he ignored your attempt to push him off. Fuck he was strong and the pressure on your jaw was damn painful.

“Well, now we know why Arellanos snatched her up first.” Hector said leaning against an empty table, “Pretty little thing. Miguel would allow the tax to continue as long as they lorded her over his head. The bitch costing us a small fortune.”

Shit. They really thought it was your fault.

“And he’s probably fucking her too.” Chapo sneered looking at your outfit. You could have rolled your eyes, but you knew what it looked like. You might have had a “Property of Ramon Arellano” collar on with the loud patterns you were sporting. 

“He treating you well sweetheart?” Hector asked mockingly. Clearly they have no idea what is truth. Just speculation. 

Chapo forced your chin to face his boss. He moved your head up and down finding humor in it, “I bet he does.” Chapo smirked, “He treats all his whores sooo well.” 

You spit in his face shocking him. 

He backhanded you into the wall so hard, causing your face to numb with pain and a ringing in your ears to start. 

You blinked a few times before collapsing into the mattress. 

Fuck that hurt. 

“Easy kid.” Hector chided. 

Chapo pouted like a child.

Hector gestured to you, “Miguel wants her alive for now.” 

“She’s just a fucking cop or I guess now she’s just a dumb Arellano whore.” Chapo nearly whined clearly wishing to take out his anger on you, “Why the fuck does Miguel care.” 

“I don’t know.” Hector shook his head, “Doesn’t matter. He said what he said. If we want the tax gone we have to listen.” 

Chapo groaned. Clearly his plans for you got ruined. 

You were relieved at least. 

Can’t possibly imagine how that was going to turn out. 

Hector got up and turned to leave, “Cmon. We got work to finish.” 

Chapo got up giving you one last look as you recovered from his strike before padding after Hector once again leaving you alone in this run down room. 

You finally closed your eyes wanting to now at least get some rest. You were going to be here for a while. 

~

You opened your eyes a few hours later with still no change to your little environment. You got up to use the gross toilet before returning back to your little spot trying to conserve what little warmth you had accumulated on the musty floor. 

You rolled over onto your back to stare at the ceiling. 

You were non stop replaying the events of the last few days that had brought you to this god awful end. 

You were certain you were going to die here. I mean, at least you hoped thats how it would happen. A swift bullet and lights out. But you were no dummy. You knew what these men did to women. You knew how cruel they could be. 

You pulled bodies from the gutters weekly. 

The things these woman had endured before their death was inhumane. 

And that was just Tijuana. 

You were unfamiliar with Sinaloa. 

But men are all the same. 

Doesn’t matter the state. 

You couldn’t help but wonder what life would have been like to be a Narco’s wife. Would it have been like this? Or would you be hidden away so well authorities didn’t even know you existed. 

Like Min’s wife. 

Ramon said she was heavily guarded. You could only imagine. 

But you’d never need for anything… ever. 

You’d have the world at your fingertips. With the money they made, nothing mattered. They literally could do anything and no one could touch them. You probably wouldn’t even have had a concept of money. Ramon would have just thrown the black card at you and waved you off to drain his bank accounts. 

What a world. 

You shook your head. It’s insane that these evil bastards always seem to come out on top. 

Your thought soup was snapped back to reality when the sound of gunfire rang out in the distant hallway along with a string of creative curse words and a stampede of shoes. You watched as dozens of shadows flew past the bottom of the door as men sprinted for their lives. 

You forced yourself to sit up on the mattress. 

It was then the rusty lock was flicked and someone came barreling inside. 

Chapo. 

He looked at you wildly grabbing his gun and cocking it in your direction. You stared at him down the barrel as he placed his finger on the trigger. 

“Adios.” 

Just as you were about to meet your maker, Barron came tumbling inside the room, bloodied and torn up. 

“Chapo!” He roared surging forwards to tackle the kid to the ground. A stray shot was fired and you ducked for cover. 

You scrambled towards the empty table, knocking it on its side to hide behind as the boys wrestled on the ground. Multiple crates got knocked over along with random work tools. They nearly threw each other across the room a few times destroying everything in their path. They were like fighting tigers. 

More shots were fired but no one dropped. 

You heard exhausted grunting before Chapo landed one hell of a kick into Barron’s stomach shoving him off of him. 

Chapo stood up raising his gun again and swiftly pulling the trigger.

But it just clicked. 

He fired again, and again, but no shot rang out. 

Barron coughed up blood and reached for his own weapon leaving Chapo the only option to run. The crazy kid bent down, grabbing a brick of pulse, and tore it open throwing a handful on Barron and the remainder of the plastic wrapped brick in your direction essentially bombing you both with the toxic drug. 

You immediately went to cover your face.

Chapo made a mad dash out the door and disappeared into the chaos with a cloud of pulse trailing after him. 

“Barron!” You jumped over the table trying to hold your breath. Barron was swatting at his face tasting the sugary chemicals everywhere. 

“Fuck.” You bit out grabbing him by the scruff and helping him up. 

He snatched his gun and wobbled to his feet. 

You covered your mouth, “Are you good?” 

He nodded, “We need to get the fuck out of here.” You were both now on a ticking clock. 

You and Barron took off running. He kept you under his arm as he guided you through the plaza. You ran through the maze of hallways reaching the export bay. 

There was a red bronco idling with Fredo in the driver’s seat and Kitty standing out front with a massive machine gun.

“Go! Go!” Kitty waved at you two. 

You hauled ass along with Barron as you jumped into the most likely stolen suv. 

You flung yourself into the back seat feeling Barron and Kitty pile on top of you. 

As Fredo pulled away burning out the tires, they all began to hoot and holler in victory. 

You waisted no time searching around for something. You found a half finished canteen of water and scrambled to yank off the top before forcing Barron’s face up. 

Kitty watched in horror as you poured the water all over him trying to wipe away the pink powder. 

“Oh shit.” Kitty said suddenly backing up against the window. 

“What? What!” Fredo and Alex chirped from the front seat. 

“He was dosed.” Kitty said. 

You pried Barron’s eyes open flushing them effectively. He sputtered as the water dripped inside his nostrils. He coughed water everywhere as you firmly scrubbed at his face. 

“With what?!” Alex yelled. 

Both you and Kitty yelled, “PULSE!” 

“Oh fuck.” Fredo groused, “We gotta get him out of here.” 

“No. He won’t make it back.” You said pouring the remaining over yourself. 

“You too?!” Kitty whined covering his mouth and nose with his shirt. 

“I don’t know!” You cried out trying to blow everything out of your nose. 

“What the fuck!” Kitty exclaimed itching to get out of the car. 

“Other than the pulse, are you okay?” Fredo asked clearly needing to know, “Did they touch you?” 

You shook your head trying to keep your heart calmer, “No. No, they didn’t touch me.” 

“Why are you bruised.” Alex asked. 

“Chapo slapped the shit out of me, but I’m fine.” You replied swaying with the car as Fredo rushed to the little airport. 

“It’s fucking hot.” Barron groaned yanking at his shirt. 

You didn’t want to admit it, but you were beginning to feel warm… god no, please, you silently prayed. 

“Where’s Ramon?” You asked worried something was going to happen. 

Kitty shook his head, “He’s in Tijuana. He can’t come to Sinaloa.” 

You grunted tugging at the neck line of your dirty dress. 

“No mames.” Kitty groaned staring at you. 

“WHAT?” Fredo screamed from the front. 

“Y/N’s high on pulse.” Kitty squirmed, “Fuck! Ramon’s gonna be so so mad.”

“It’s only a two hour flight, she’ll be fine.” Fredo tried to lighten the mood. 

You let out a broken cry feeling the creeping heat start to target your nervous system. You knew you didn’t have long before your brain was no longer functioning and you’d be begging for one of them to fuck you.

“Please get me to Mon.” You whined shifting uncomfortably in your seat. 

“We’re trying. We’re trying.” Fredo sounded like he was trying to keep himself from panicking. He swerved around slow cars causing the car to bounce over a bump.  

“Shit!” You cried out gripping onto the door handle a strike of pleasure pulsed up your spine. 

“Can’t we just like get her a vibrator or something?” Fredo asked frantically pulling the car into the private airport. 

“It doesn’t work like that!” Barron reminded, “Fuck!” He bucked into the air making Kitty cringe.

“We don’t have time for that. We need to get them on the plane and get them home.” Kitty kicked open the door the moment the car slowed and he ran to Y/N’s side. He opened the door throwing her arm around his shoulder. 

“Don’t breathe any of that in!” Kitty yelled as Fredo and Alex helped Barron stand on his wobbly feet. 

Kitty eventually just scooped up your legs carrying you the rest of the way to the plane not missing the way you clutched to his polo and nuzzled into his chest. You didn’t have much time left. 

“GO! FLY!” Kitty barked to the pilot as all of you piled into the plane including the rest of the men Ramon and Benjamin must have sent to rescue you. Nearly an entire army packed into the massive plane. 

You looked around in your last minutes of lucidity to see the ginormous private plane you all packed into. It was almost as big as a commercial jetliner. You felt Kitty lay you down across an entire row of seats before bucking you in to the best of his ability. He kept a hand on you as the plane lifted up making sure you were fine until the plane made it to cruising altitude. 

You cried out at his touch demanding more. You wanted more hands on you. Fuck you wanted this entire plane to take their turn. You squirmed around trying to reach for the hem of your dress to lift it but Kitty stopped you.

“Woah! Woah! Nuh uh.” He ripped your hands away from your weeping core making you thrash around in a full blown tantrum as he used one of the seat belts to restrain you. 

“Kitty!” You cried feeling the frustrated tears slid down your cheeks from not being able to touch yourself. 

“Relax. Relax.” He knelt down pushing your hair from your face, “As much as I’d love to watch baby, there’s no way in hell I’m letting you do that in front of Mon’s men.” You whimpered at the mention of Mon’s name, “Yeah. I know. You want to be good for him, hm?” 

You nodded. You wanted Mon more than anything. You needed him so badly. 

“Yeah, I know. But touching yourself and giving them all a show wouldn’t be good right?” 

You whined knowing he was right but fuck all you wanted was something stretching you open right now. You were starting not to care who it was. 

“Let me have her!!” Barron’s voice cut over the conversations happening making the plane turn into absolute chaos. 

You whined at the idea making Kitty take a deep breath. 

The other men all worked together to detain Barron as he fought tooth and nail to get to you. 

You trilled at the idea of a man being so feral for you. 

You couldn’t help but try to spread your legs despite no relief coming. 

“Get me off this damn plane.” Kitty murmured. 

“She needs this!” Barron screamed being duck taped to the seat, “Look at her!” 

No one looked. They were smarter than that. 

You looked up desperately at Kitty, “Please papi.. please touch me. Please make it better.” 

He looked so conflicted. He was just a man after all…Having a beautiful woman squirming around and begging for you was near impossible to resist. 

Instead, he pushed two fingers into your pulse point feeling your absolutely racing heart. You moaned at the contact trying to lean into him. 

“Y/N…” 

“Please Kitty. It hurts Kitty.” 

He bit his cheek feeling the shameless warmth blooming on his face along with the hardness growing in his pants. As much as he adores a beautiful woman begging for him, he fears Ramon so much more. 

There’s absolutely no way in hell he’s ever laying a hand on Ramon’s woman. 

“Baby please.” He tried to console, “I know you feel like that right now, but I really need you to try to calm down. Ramon will take care of you so soon. Just a little longer.” 

You let out a frustrated roar trying to test the strength of the restraints but Kitty had really secured them. 

Kitty stood up and yelled to the front of the plane, “Someone make sure they’re landing this thing close to home!” 

Someone passed on his message. 

You however didn’t feel like you could wait a second longer. 

You were in HEAT. 

You needed to be bred right this moment. You needed a baby in your womb and a strong man continuing to pump you full, absolutely to the brim. 

You were trapped in a metal tube full of virile young men and for the life of you, you couldn’t seem to understand why none of them had mounted and mated you. 

You clawed at the restraints until you felt a hand soothing your shoulder. 

You preened and showed your neck in a submissive way hoping this person would touch you in the way you needed most. 

You could feel the wetness soaking through your panties to your dress making your legs a warm sticky mess. 

You purred feeling that same hand petting your head soothing your distress. 

You were so far gone, You didn’t even notice the plane had landed, or the familiar scent of your man surrounding you. 

You perked your head up once you were released from your confines and you manages to open your eyes to see a beautiful angel crowding your vision. 

“Mon?” You croaked, voice horse from the crying.

“Mami.” He said pressing a frantic kiss to your forehead before bending down to pick you up, “It’s ok princessa. I got you now.” 

You finally relaxed relishing in the familiar scent. 

You couldn’t help but rub your nose into it. His silk shirt felt wonderful and cool against your heated skin. 

For a brief moment you swore you saw Benjamin Arellano standing on the tarmac watching but you would later not be able to recall that fact.

At some point you were brought into a car, still never leaving Mon’s arms. You grasped at his skin desperate to feel it against you. 

“Mon, I need your cock.” You demanded trying to straddle him. 

He let you, never letting go of you as you situated yourself for some relief. 

You didn’t notice the men around you both try to busy themselves with something at your declaration. 

“Just a little longer. We’re almost home.” He spoke into your ear letting you grind desperately against his hard lap. 

You whined pathetically and mouthed at his neck and ear trying to push your chest into him. 

He petted your back keeping you close as you ground against him, soaking the front of his jeans. 

Kitty and Fredo cleared their throats suddenly finding the scenery outside to be the most interesting thing they’ve seen. 

“Please Mon.” You begged, “Please, I need you inside me right now.” Your words were slurred. 

Mon just kept pressing little kisses to your crown wanting nothing more than to take you, right here, right now and bend you over the car console. 

But you’d just have to wait even though he knew the agony. There’s no way he’s allowing his men to even see a glimpse of that from you. He would never disrespect you in that kind of way. 

Ignoring your vulgar begging, Ramon nearly bulldozed over Fredo as he hopped out of the car keeping you secure to him and you clung to him like a monkey. 

He kicked the front door open and stormed into his bedroom ignoring anyone and everyone. 

He kicked the door closed behind him leading the two of you straight to his bed. 

He set you down running over to his dresser drawer. 

You were scrambling to your knees to follow him when you saw him lean over the table and inhaled an entire line of pulse. You watched him with curious hazey eyes as he pinky dipped the dust and rubbed it against his gums. 

“Mon?” You asked reaching for him. 

He looked at you adoringly, “I need to keep up with you mami.” 

There was a beat… and then he was on you. 

You pushed and pulled at his clothes until he was completely bare. He had torn you right out of that dress he had picked out for you leaving you in the heels as he drove right into your aching cunt wanting to make you feel so damn good you forgot about all of the bad things that have ever happened to you. 

You let out a truly primal scream feeling his soft lips apply the most perfect suction on your clit immediately throwing you into a world shattering orgasm. 

Fuck! Finally!

You got the relief you needed. 

But there was no way Mon was done. He just wrapped his arms tighter around your legs and got to work eating you within an inch of your life. 

His tongue… fuck… he was so good with his tongue. 

You mewled and thrashed feeling the overstimulation throwing you into another mind numbing orgasm. 

You could feel the heat radiating off of him now that pulse was thrumming through his veins. 

When he finally couldn’t take not being inside you anymore, he released you, giving you a mere moment to breathe before he was dragging you further up the bed before settling between your jelly like legs. 

You just huffed as his weight crushed you as he mouthed at your neck while rubbing his hard leaking length against your throbbing cunt. 

“Mon.” You gasped, “Please.” 

He didn’t even respond he just rutted forwards, lining up with your entrance as he surged forwards giving you the stretch you’d been craving. 

You screamed as he started a harsh pace nearly knocking the air from your lungs. You clung onto him as he pounded into you like a wild beast. 

“Fuck carina.” He bit out. 

The sound of your bodies colliding against one another was the only sound in the room as he gave you everything he had. 

And it was nearly too much. Your hands were everywhere, searching for a good grip but he was so powerful with his thrusts it had you bouncing up and down the mattress and his muscular body. 

Your body was singing with joy. This was exactly what you needed. 

“Mon!” You cried out sinking your claws into his tanned back. He sunk his teeth into your neck as he kept drilling into your sopping pussy. “Mon… -Mon… please! Please cum inside me!” You blabbered, “Please, I need it!”

He grunted moving to grab your neck with his hand. 

“Fuck princessa.” He slurred, “Gonna fill you up.” He looked at the absolute mess he’s made out of your neck. Territorial hickies decorated your neck claiming you as his. The primal side of his brain wanted to keep you marked up as his. He itched to sink his teeth into you. 

Fuck that…

He wanted to knock you up. He wanted to breed… something permanent.

He shook his head trying to think straight but he just couldn’t. You were too pliant. Too soft under him. You were the drug he really needed. 

Such a good girl for him, begging for his load like you needed it to live. 

Fuck. 

“M’gonna fuck a baby into you carina.” He licked your ear.

You cried out cumming suddenly on his cock. 

Your vice like grip nearly knocked him off his pace as the pleasure soared through his entire nervous system. He quickly came after you pumping rope after rope of cum into your throbbing core. 

He groaned in satisfaction keeping you wrapped around him. 

He nearly squashed you under his weight but you just curled into him. Your pussy throbbed around him continuing to grip onto him as you came down from your high. 

The pulse was still driving you two insane, but for a brief moment you had satiated the itch and could feel some semblance of lucidity. 

He rolled the two of you over, keeping you firmly stretched around his rock hard cock. 

You still rocked against him chasing the little tingles of pleasure vibrating in your clit. 

You came shortly after making him buck up into you at the sensation of your cunt quivering around him. 

He hummed, “Mami are you alright?” He asked nudging you slightly as you trembled with need. 

You whined continuing to grind against him. 

He helped you with little thrusts, giving you just enough to placate you. 

When you were beginning to leak with your need and his combined cum, you pushed yourself up from his chest to swirl your hips around selfishly using him for your own pleasure. He couldn’t help but look up at you with a dazed expression while you tried your hardest to chase your high and ride him. He reached up, sliding a hand over your lithe stomach to grab a tit and pinch your hard nipple making you clench down on him. 

He felt the sudden shock of pleasure as you continued to clench down on him. 

“So pretty.” He mused. 

You huffed, bouncing on him as hard as possible. 

“C’mere mami.” He sat up lifting you off of him making you whine a complaint. 

He quickly rearrange you onto your hands and knees and pushed your chest to the mattress giving him a completely perfect view of your absolutely dripping cunt. 

He let out at a low whistle before running his tip through your folds collecting the moisture. You tried to push back against him but he quickly took control and sunk all the way into your cervix. You howled and gripped the sheets as he resumed his punishing pace. 

“Fuck!” You yelled feeling your horse voice start to give. 

Ramon just bared down. He kept you pinned beneath him like it was nothing, slamming his hips into your ass making it jiggle on impact. 

He couldn’t help himself. 

He brought his hand down and smacked your ass with a deafening slap making you scream. You were certain you’d have a welt of his hand there. 

Just like he wanted. He wanted you covered in him. His bruises, his bites, and full to the brim with his cum. 

With one hand he reached around your waist to find your delicate throbbing clit. He began to massage little circles into it making you squirm as electrifying pleasure gripped your body. 

Without much thought, the hand that had your back pinned slid up your spine making you arch even more for him. 

You felt him give your unmarred cheek a firm squeeze before dragging his fingers towards your other hole. 

You mewled as his fingers collected some spilled seed and began to circle around your ass. 

He seemed to know what he was doing as he warmed you up to push one of his thick digits into your resisting entrance. It must have been the pulse because you were suddenly dripping with wetness the further he pushed it in. 

“That’s my good girl.” He praised, “Already relaxing for me…don’t even have to tell you.” He began to slowly move his finger deeper massaging the place no one has ever been. You mewled and tried to spread your legs even further for him. 

He made an approving sound as his trusts remained steady. He couldn’t seem to draw his attention away from your fluttering backdoor as you took him in your perfect little cunt. He was mesmerized. 

You on the other hand were trilling with the double penetration. He felt like he was everywhere. The only thing you were missing was the fullness of his cock in your mouth. You suddenly wish there were more of him. You wanted him filling you in every hole. 

He suddenly added a second finger making you whine as he stretched you. The drugs made it easier, but you were taking him so well. He scissored his fingers a bit letting you get used to the presence of him. Then he continued to finger you. 

The hand on your clit sped up slightly making you absolutely writhe beneath him. It didn’t take long before he had you cumming again on his cock and fingers. You little ass squeezed him tightly making you whimper through your orgasm. 

“Fuck baby. You look so good like this.” He slurred. He suddenly pulled out of you shoving you down into the bed. 

You laid flat as he leaned over you to rummage through his dresser drawer. He grabbed what he was looking for and sat back on top of you. You heard the sound of a bottle pop open and suddenly a cold sensation slithered over your ass. Mon poured a copious mouth on lube into your ass before running his cock over your virgin hole. 

“Please mon!” You cried out pushing your ass against him, “Please fuck my ass.” 

He didn’t have to be told twice. 

He pushed his cock against your tight ring urging you to relax the muscles as he slowly began to enter you. 

The pulse must have taken over because you were loving the foreign sensation of being taken like this. It didn’t even hurt. It felt strange but you were thrilled. You suddenly felt him bottom out and the stretch ebbed. 

“Fuck baby.” He moaned, “Fuck!” He leaned forwards caging in your body with this arms as he began a slower pace. 

You moaned feeling him fuck into you with so much restraint in his body. He was trying his hardest not to hurt you despite the evident need to pound into you. 

You tried to push up against him, moaning at the strange fullness. Instead you opted to relax and lay in the mattress as he rode you. 

He tried to keep a slower pace but he just couldn’t help it. His hips began to collide into your plush ass with fervor. His entire body was on fire as the drugs pulsed through his nerves and pleasure centers. 

He nearly came instantly a little too overwhelmed with the visual of your ass hole perfectly gripping his cock. He tried his best to fight it off, but eventually his orgasm won out and he stuttered his movements to pump his load deep inside your guts. 

He fought to catch his breath. 

With a moment of clarity, he sat up slowly pulling out of you watching as your hole fluttered around nothing, relaxed and gaping slightly, Ramon nearly passed out watching rivets of cum leak out of both of your holes now claimed by him. 

He surged forwards to kiss your reddened cheeks with reverence before giving them a harsh squeeze. 

Then he was stumbling into the bathroom trying to get his bearings. 

You rolled around in the soft sheets ignoring the soreness between your legs and the mess growing there. 

When Ramon returned he had cleaned up and brought a warm wash cloth to try and clean you to the best of his ability. 

He threw to soiled rag somewhere into the room and went for the pitcher of water to force the liquid down your throat. You greedily sucked up the water feeling entirely parched. He drank glasses himself and ordered someone to bring you more. 

“It’s strong.” He said trying to open his eyes. Fuck, taking pulse intentionally was definitely much more extreme than just inhaling it. He hadn’t ever felt like this with anything before. 

He guarded you as you took a little cat nap finally feeling the exhaustion hit. 

While you dozed, he had food cooked and water brought to his bedroom after seeing the clock. You were probably starving but too high to notice. 

He had to take care of you, even thought it was nearly impossible to generate a thought that didn’t involve impregnating you in some way, shape, or form. 

When you awoke, he had quickly fed you. You protested of course, but he managed to get food into both of you giving you both more energy no matter how not hungry you were. 

You were however hungry for something else. 

Once Ramon had pushed the trays of food away, you pounced on him. He played along letting you shove him back into the pillows while you slid down his front unto you were face to face with his massive cock. 

You settled onto your stomach grasping him firmly giving him a few strokes before leaning forwards and guiding his dripping tip to your pouting lips. You opened your mouth and licked the pre cum off of him making him squirm and hum. 

He fought back the urge to thrust up into you as you played with him. You licked up his shaft laving at his veins making him absolutely desperate. He pleaded with you briefly urging you to suck him. 

You obliged him. 

You fit as much of him into your mouth as you possibly could struggling to get the last third without gagging. 

Your free hands stimulated the rest as you bobbed up and down keeping a firm suction on him that made him moan. 

You continued bobbing and licking slowly training your gag reflex to relax as you took him even deeper. 

His hands went right to your hair fisting your locks into a ponytail to guide you. It didn’t take long for it to get messy. You were drooling all over him as he took control and slightly thrust into your throat. Your free hand immediately flew to your dripping cunt to rub your clit as he fucked your mouth. 

“Oh my god.” He threw his head back feeling his orgasm wash over him as he pulsed into your waiting mouth. You continued to suck him, eagerly swallowing him down leaving him clean as you continued to overstimulate his tip. 

You didn’t want to stop but he had to pry you off of him as it had became too much. 

He happily carried you from the bedroom to the bathroom turning on the shower. 

“My sweet girl.” He set you down on the marble bench to turn on the water. You watched as he turned to face the warming water and you chewed your lip craving to have him back in your mouth. 

He looked at you questioningly. 

You just stared at his rock hard cock feeling your slickness wet your thighs. 

“Come.” He ordered and you stood up to approach him. 

The shower was massive. 

You crossed the marble room to stand under the stream of water with him. 

You stood up on your tiptoes to press your mouth to his as he swept you up in a searing kiss. You carded your fingers through his wet hair as he did the same, keeping you pressed to him. 

The two of you warmed up under the hot water melding your bodies together. His tongue slipped into your mouth dancing with your own as you moaned into the kiss. His hands slid down your back to your ass where he squeezed your cheeks and massaged them. 

Fuck. You were already getting stimulated again. 

You pressed yourself further into him and reached down for his cock and began to stroke him causing him to break the kiss to breathe. 

“Over the bench.” He ordered. 

You scurried to the other side of the shower to kick your legs apart and bend over giving him a perfect view of your pussy. You placed your hands on the marble bench bracing as he approached. 

You arched to get a view of him as he stalked towards you, pumping his cock, eager to be inside you again. 

You pussy didn’t put up any resistance as he sunk in again starting up that familiar pace. 

The shower sex turned into tub sex. Then the tub sex turned into balcony sex. You demanded he fuck your ass again while you both reclined on the patio loungers watching the sun set. That then turned into more shower sex and finally you both ended back in his bed where he was eagerly eating you again, desperate to have your essence deep in his scent receptors. You thrashed and screamed feeling his tongue lick up your wetness and suck on your clit. 

You could feel him smirking as he did it. Fuck you had no idea Ramon was an eater and he took damn pride in it too. You briefly looked down as you gripped his dark locks. He was rutting into the bed chasing his own high and you watched him cum just from that as he finished you off. 

You screamed his name, one last time, before finally feeling like yourself again. 

You both collapsed from utter exhaustion feeling a sudden and powerful sleep overtake both of you. 

All you could remember was the shit eating grin Mon gave you as he wiped his chin before you blacked out. 

The pulse was finally out of your system. 

~

You didn’t even have a chance to open your eyes before you yelped out a cry of pain. 

“Ah… fuck.” You groaned feeling like you had been hit by a bus. 

You whined trying your hardest to sit up despite the burn of soreness in all of your muscles. 

When you finally pried your eyes open, you blinked realizing you had collapsed at the foot of the bed, barely wrapped in the corner of the comforter. 

You looked for a puddle of tan skin and gucci only to find Ramon slumped on the couch with a half finished glass of water in his hands. 

His room looked like a bomb had gone off. 

Sheets pulled off of the mattress. 

Curtains yanked from the rods. 

Pillows thrown everywhere. 

Not to mention the various clothing items decorating the tv and credenza like Christmas garland. 

You sat up feeling the bite of soreness in your aching core. 

Damn. 

What the fuck happened?

You slid off of the bed and grabbed Ramon’s discarded shirt. You threw it on letting it dangle like a dress. 

You were hungry after not eating for almost two days now, and the little snack plate wasn’t nearly enough. 

Without waking Ramon, you scooted over to the door to walk yourself to the kitchen. 

The morning light cast a warm light inside the mansion as the sun pierced through the windows. You yawned and rubbed your eyes clean of any sleep left while you padded into the kitchen to scavenge for something filling. 

However, you quickly realized you weren’t the only one here. 

The boys were already awake and in their pajamas making breakfast. 

Did… did they live here too? You looked around a little confused. 

Noticing your silence presence enter the room, they all lifted their heads and silently stared at you. They were just in their boxers and sleep pants. They must have stayed the night at least.

The awkwardness was palatable. 

You just blinked at them trying to find your voice, “Morning.” 

“Morning.” Fredo said. 

Clearly he was the nicest of the bunch. There was even a new guy you hadn’t met before but you knew his name. He came from another Narco family… Romeo. Rich kid raised in the game. He blinked at you a little shocked as well. 

“Are you okay Y/N?” Kitty asked giving you a once over with a disturbingly concerned look. 

You stared at him noticing all of his ab tattoos, “Yeah?” 

“Did Ramon hurt you?” Alex asked grabbing you a plate to fill with eggs and sausage. 

“No.” Your voice cracked from overuse, “Kitty why are you looking at me like that.” 

“Mami you need to look in the mirror.” He said nodding to the one hanging on the wall. 

You walked over to the hanging art installation nearly gasping from your reflection. 

Your neck was imprinted with Ramon’s hand. Bruises perfectly wrapped around your neck along with deep purple hickies covering your chest and breasts. Even bite marks littered your skin making you look like you’d been viciously attacked. 

You traced over them feeling them tinge with ouch. 

You lifted the collar of Ramon’s shirt revealing even more. 

Your lip was split and dry, your wrists were just as bad as your neck with Ramon’s hands imprinted in purple splotches. 

You didn’t even want to know what your rear end looked like. 

“Oh my god.” You whispered poking at the various marks. 

“Y/N?!” Ramon’s distressed voice echoed through the house. 

“In here!” Romeo replied. 

Moments later, Ramon came stumbling into the kitchen in nothing but his Versace boxers. He had a wild look in his eyes until he was able to verify you were safe. 

He rushed over to you grabbing you by the shoulders pulling you to him, “My god.” He pulled back to kiss your forehead before squishing you into his chest. You squirmed feeling suffocated, “Mon!” 

He let you go smiling like a goofy puppy, until he saw your neck. Then his smile turned into a deep frown realizing what he had done to you. 

“Carina…” He looked horrified, “A-are you… did I hurt you?” He was frantically checking you over now. 

“Mon!” You begged, “Mon! Stop! I’m fine!” 

He finally stopped and clutched you to him, “Oh my god. Fuckk. I’m sorry baby.” He kissed your forehead repetitively until you had to push him off. You just wanted your breakfast. 

The boys watched in abject fascination seeing their fearless leader acting so strangely. Ramon literally never treated any woman like that. 

He never cared. 

He’d seduce, fuck them, then kick them out in the morning. 

There was never a near war started after one of them being taken or the unnecessary amount of fusing he was showing now. Kitty’s pancake bite fell off of the fork from how long he was sitting there at the barstool with his jaw on the floor. 

Ramon even helped you up into the stool next to him and pushed the chair in making sure you had everything you needed. 

He was acting like those mated penguins at the zoo. 

They couldn’t believe it. 

Ramon just watched you eat like you were come kind of pet. 

When he realized everyone was staring he looked around at them, “What?” 

They went back to their plates trying to continue on like they weren’t witnessing the most confusing display of courting they’d ever seen. 

You put a piece of breakfast sausage in your mouth and asked, “Where’s Barron?” 

“The basement.” Fredo replied pouring an ungodly amount of syrup over his pancakes, “Howling all night.” 

“Is he okay now?” You asked. 

“Haven’t checked.” Kitty shrugged. 

You just shook your head and continued on with your meal. 

Once Ramon was satisfied with the amount of food you’d eaten, he filled up his own plate. 

Kitty slid a glass of OJ over to you and you gladly sucked down the delicious juice. 

“So, can I ask… What the fuck happened?” You looked between them all. 

“Hector’s little asshole was waiting to jump Ramon.” Kitty explained, “They had also heard you were taken by Ramon. Miguel wanted your head so Chapo was waiting to ambush. We would’ve been fine but your little boyfriend ratted you out. They tapped into the police coms and tracked you to the mall. We had no idea. Barron had been careful, but we didn’t know your boyfriend was tailing us.” 

Ramon bristled at the mention of your partner. 

“Daniel was just trying to help. He doesn’t know anything.” You defended. You were touched that Daniel had come back to the force to find you. He had definitely been the only one capable. You were just worried about him. He must be so worried. 

“Yeah… Thought Mon had bought you at top price.” Fredo said half joking.

You gave him a disgusted look. 

“He only pays top price for Brazilian culo.” Kitty laughed with a mouth full of food. 

Ramon reached over you and slapped him in the back of the head. Kitty sputtered coughing on his eggs. 

You just stared at your plate of food not trying to think about all the models he no doubt had been fucking in your time apart. 

You were no dummy. 

Ramon was hot. 

He was rich. 

And powerful. 

Obviously women would be throwing themselves at him and it was no secret narcos love their hookers. 

You just didn’t want to think about how many had been in that very bed before you. 

“Shush cabron.” Fredo rolled his eyes at Kitty.

“Where’s Daniel?” You asked wanting to change the subject. It was also eating away at you. 

“Que?” Fredo quirked a brow, “Oh, oh the cop…He’s in the basement.” 

“What?!” You shot up out of the chair. 

“Pendejo, I told you to put him in one of the rooms!” Ramon growled. 

“Boss! He’s a cop!” Fredo tried to reason, “he would have like picked the lock or something.”

“He helped us find her.” Ramon growled standing up leading the way to the cellar. 

You jogged after him desperate to be reunited with your partner. 

Ramon descended the stairs to the wine cellar where he opened the lock and switched on the light. 

On opposite sides of the room two men were cuffed to the support beams. One being Daniel who was curled up on his side still sleeping and the other was Barron who looked absolutely ragged. 

“Daniel!” You rushed over to him throwing yourself onto the ground to unfasten the restraints. 

You ignored Ramon and the others rousting Barron as you focused on waking up Daniel. 

He just rolled over blinking his eyes open and glancing up at you a little perplexed. He sat up trying to figure out what he was seeing. 

“Hey.” He smiled, “You’re ok? They found you?” 

You nodded and surged forwards and hugged him, “Thanks for coming for me.” 

He smiled and hugged you back with his one good arm, “Of course. Chief would kill me if something happened to his rookie.” 

You laughed and ruffled his hair. 

But he suddenly grabbed you and pulled you close, “We need to get out of here.” He glanced at Ramon and the others as they clapped Barron on the back. 

“D-Daniel-“ You began but he was insistent. 

He stood up bringing you with him, “We have to leave y/n. We can’t be here.” 

“I can’t.” You said 

“You ok?” Ramon turned to face you both. 

You felt Daniel’s hand tighten around your arm making Ramon tense. 

“Yeah. We’re good.” Daniel said curtly. 

“Thank you for helping us find y/n.” Ramon said. He looked to you with almost an expectant gaze. He wanted you to walk to him. You looked to Daniel’s hand wrapped firmly around your bicep. 

“She’s my partner.” Daniel replied. 

There was a strange tension growing. 

“I think it’s time for us to leave.” Daniel replied, “My both ends of the deal are done.” 

You narrowed your eyes and looked to Daniel.; 

“What deal?” 

Ramon just gave an arrogant smirk, “In exchange for our services in retrieving you from Hector Palma, Daniel gave us everything you have on Miguel Felix and Hector Palma. The Columbians and El Mayo.” 

You sucked in a gasp, “Daniel…” 

“I had to.” He said unable to look at you. You just stared at his profile as he swallowed thickly. 

You were grateful, but you knew the truth. And the truth was, Ramon and his brother milked the situation knowing Ramon would have sent the sicarios after you regardless. Daniel and the force however, didn’t know that. 

They got played. Big time. 

“We’re even.” Daniel reinforced, “We’re going home.” 

Daniel made to exit but Kitty and the others blocked his way. 

“We’re even Arellano.” He said cautiously but determined. 

Daniel was no coward but he was completely aware of the dangerous monster called Ramon Arellano. 

“Yeah we are.” Ramon nodded, “You’re free to leave.” 

“She’s coming with me.” Daniel’s grip intensified. 

Kitty placed a hand on his weapon tucked into his pajama pants making your heart race with anxiety. 

“Y/n is staying here.” Ramon said calmly but you knew the storm was brewing underneath. His possessive side was coming out and you knew it was only a matter of time before Daniel had lead in his head. 

“The fuck she is.” Daniel growled. 

“Mon.” You pleaded making him snap his eyes off of Daniel for once. 

Daniel just looked at you confused at your soft tone and nickname for the bastard that you’ve been hunting for over a year. 

“Please. Can we just explain what happened like normal adults.” You sighed starting to want Daniel to let you go. 

Ramon paused for a beat before conceding. 

The boys stepped aside and Ramon lead all of you out of the cellar and towards the living room. 

Daniel looked around cautiously but also in slight awe as the grandioseness of this mansion. 

Ramon stepped down into the conversation pit sitting down on one of the couches. You wrenched your arm out of Daniels grip and moved to follow sitting across the Ramon, which he clearly didn’t like. He wanted you close by, he wanted you under his arm, close and tucked into his side. 

“Alright.” Daniel said looking at you with a glare, “explain.” 

You looked at him briefly wondering what he could possibly be thinking. He of course was calling you a traitor in every way he knew how. You could see it behind his eyes. You knew he had to be trying to figure out why you were so buddy-buddy with one of the most ruthless narcos in Mexico. You had to of betrayed them and your country. 

“Daniel I need you to hear me when I tell you. None of this was planned.” 

And so you told him. You told him about the shooting in the warehouse, how you both tried to kill the other in the collapsed warehouse. The drugs. The Pulse. The fucking. The addiction. The chemical change in your brain. The money you never took. Your little rendezvous after the fact. Your denial of his offer. His stalking. Miguel’s stalking. The failed raid. The attempted assassination. Ramon’s kidnapping. Your escape. The mall. Your information getting leaked to the real killers. Ramon’s affection towards you. Hector Palma’s Kidnapping. The pulse dose. Barron. The Boys. The Plane. The night before, and now. 

Daniel just stared at the raunchy magazines on the coffee table in front of him. He was trying so hard to process everything but it was a lot of information. 

“So…” He shook his head, “Thats why you were sleeping at the station? You were scared to go home?” 

You nodded, “I didn’t know if he’d come looking for me.” 

“I did.” Ramon nodded, “To be fair.” 

“You fucked him again?” Daniel looked at you disgusted, “You know everything he’s done. We’ve cleaned up the bodies. How could you do that?”

You just looked to the floor and chewed your lip, “I know.” You sighed, ashamed, “But I can’t help it Dan. I can’t stay away. This drug literally makes me crave him.” 

“I wouldn’t hurt her.” Ramon said looking at you, “I can’t.” 

“I think her neck begs to differ!” Daniel yelled. 

“We both were on pulse, we couldn’t control it.” You tried to justify. 

“What the fuck.” Daniel just shook his head and stood up he faced you but he pointed to Ramon, “He’s fucking Ramon Arellano! We’re supposed to be shooting this mother fucker and instead you’re sleeping with him! What the fuck is happening?” 

Clearly he was snapping. This was probably the most incomprehensible outcome that could have ever happened to him. 

“How you’re… what… his bitch?” 

Ramon stood up and the Jrs all started hissing in protest to the name calling. 

“You better quit that shit before I shut you up.” Ramon growled. 

“You can’t ever work at the precinct ever again. You’re tied up in all of this shit!” Daniel roared, “I thought he was fucking trafficking you! Meanwhile you’re just here whoring yourself out to a fucking NARCO!” 

Ramon didn’t even have time to jump him before you had back handed him so hard a string of split flew out and his chin snapped into his shoulder. 

“I didn’t fucking ask for this to happen!” You screamed, “You think I feel good? I’ve spent my entire life at the precinct. You think I wanted something like to happen? To loose the one last good thing in my life! You know me!” 

“Do I?” He snarled wiping his chin. 

“You know me better than anyone.” You replied disappointed that he didn’t have more faith in you. 

He just caught his breath and stared at you. 

“Okay.” He tongued the split in his lip, “So now what?” He looked at Ramon and now the Jrs, “You can’t come back to the force. The kingpin is hunting you down. And you can’t venture too far from him before your brain starts going into withdrawals. What the fuck am I supposed to do or think?” 

You just chewed your lip unsure how to answer. 

“She can’t be here anymore.” Ramon said. 

“That we can agree on.” Daniel leaned on his hip. 

Ramon shook his head, “No. I mean she can’t be in Mexico anymore. Miguel will find her. He won’t stop until he has her.” 

“So what are you saying?” You looked to Ramon. 

“So. We leave.” Ramon said with his signature nod. 

“Boss?” Kitty raised a skeptical brow. 

Ramon looked to Daniel and then to you, “We leave. I have other houses. We can lay low for a while. Min can work his magic and once Miguel forgets about you, we can come back.” 

“Will she be safe?” Daniel asked. 

You looked at him shocked he was agreeing. 

Ramon nodded, “I’ll hire more guards. We can leave in the morning.” 

Daniel nodded he looked saddened and angry, but mostly frustrated. This was never a situation he foresaw himself in, “Then what? She becomes the princess of Tijuana?” He looked to Ramon, “You can’t seriously want to bring her into your world.” 

“Our world.” Ramon corrected, “And I don’t see any other way. It’s not like your government can gather the funds to help her the way I can.” 

Daniel’s eye twitched. He knew Ramon was right.

“We’re chemically bound. It’s not like we can separate long anyways and there’s no way in hell I’m leaving her unguarded here.” Ramon reasoned, “They’ll take her to Miguel alive or not.” 

Daniel cursed and shook his head in disbelief. 

“I don’t know what I’m going to tell chief. They all think we’ve been disappeared looking for you. They saw Palma’s men take you.” 

“Let them believe it.” You shrugged, “It’s a perfect cover story.” 

You were feeling so much anxiety. You’ve never been outside of Mexico before. You can no idea where Ramon would be taking you… how many houses did he have?” 

Daniel nodded reluctantly finally forcing himself to be okay with this. 

He shouldn’t be. 

He shouldn’t be ok with letting his partner run off with the narco prince. Their sworn enemy. Nothing about this should be okay, but it seemed like he was being completely honest about not desiring any harm to come to you. I mean he nearly started a gang war over you. 

“Okay.” Daniel nodded, “I can get on board with this.” 

“Okay.” Ramon nodded and they all turned to look at you. 

You looked at the who men in front of you before turning to catch a glimpse of the boys around the room. You look a deep breath and nodded…. “Okay, let’s go.” 

The Enddddddd…… 

🌺 Part 1 ~ 🌺 Part 2 ~ 🌺 Part 3 ~ 🌺 Part 4

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PULSE 🌺 Pt. 3

🌺 Part 1 ~ 🌺 Part 2 ~ 🌺 Part 3 ~ 🌺 Part 4

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!

I finally did it y'all! Don't ever say I never did anything for this fandom 😂 anyways.... here is the last and FINAL installation to Pulse. I hope you all enjoy!! My only request is I want a Mon edit to that first part of Safaera in exchange for this 24k word fic 😂. Also thank you universe for saving our Manu. Jeezzzz... I can't believe all that horrible crap. thank goodness he's alright and recovering  🙌 🙌 🙌 Anyways, I got inspired after getting addicted to listening to Fuera Del Planeta for the one millionth time... so I hope you guys loveeeee and have a happy holidays!

Maybe I'll rewatch narcos again 🤷‍♀️

Tumblr said 24k was too much, so I have a 4th part and a link at the bottom of this fic. Post is already up so enjoy!

🌺A hot new drug is popping up all over Tijuana and rookie cop y/n is the first on the scene. What happens when she's trapped in close quarters with the wild Narco Prince Ramon.

🌺Pairing: Ramon Arellano x Y/N

🌺12k words

Warnings: 🌺 Sex!Pollen, dubious consent, enemies to lovers in you squint hard enough, p in v sex, oral female receiving, drug use, violence, canon violence, drug induced sex!craze.... Ramon is a wild man, he’s hot I’m not sorry for my actions :) (stop making evil characters hot if you don't want us simping)

A lot had changed in the past year…

You were promoted to the first woman in charge of an entire district in Tijuana. You had twenty officers underneath you, and you worked specifically in illegal substance enforcement. With Pulse cropping up everywhere in the city you were keeping busy. 

The busts in this particular neighborhood weren’t too crazy. 

You’ve seen worse.

That was for certain. 

That fatefully day, once again, played in the back of your mind like a broken reel. 

Memories of his scent flashed back into the front of your mind. 

Willing yourself to focus on the task at hand you shook your head snapping out of the nasty daydream.

Daniel had gotten injured a few weeks back and you hadn’t heard from him since the shoot out. He was clipped by a stray bullet again not too long after the warehouse incident leaving him out of the field, and you on your own. Now you only answer to the chief.

David didn’t seem all that keen on returning to the field. It was now public knowledge that the fuchsia drug was spreading like wildfire and suddenly clubs and parties were riddled with the stuff. David clearly was feeling overwhelmed with the quality and workload.

You on the other hand, were charged and ready to go.

You had set a firm boundary with Ramon after his little late night visit last year. 

… you didn’t take his deal…

How could you? 

Unfortunately, he didn’t take that all too well. 

After a mild crash out- he had stormed out of your apartment nearly naked in an absolute rage leaving you shaken.

Over the months you’d catch his boys lurking around every once in a while catching glimpses of you surely reporting back to their boss. He was having you stalked. They didn’t exactly make themselves invisible. It was like Ramon wanted you to know he still had his eyes on you. As must had you pretended to be indifferent, there was a part of you that kind of started taking reassurance in it. 

But the tall narco prince never showed up. 

In the first few months you had become paranoid. 

You were worried that you’d come home and may find him sitting in that armchair next to the fireplace. It wasn’t until you got to the third or fourth month that you actually maybe started to look forward to it, only to be inevitably disappointed. 

Ramon was gone. 

And so were his men. Their prying eyes no longer catching you on your errands or our in the field… 

It made you feel strangely alone. 

You weren’t really quite sure how to feel about it. As dangerous as he was, there was a certain kind of allure to the man that you just couldn’t forget. You also couldn’t seem to forget how his touch felt on your skin how his strong hands felt while delivering you some of the most delicious pleasure you’ve ever experienced. It didn’t help you were reminded every time you came across the drug or seeing those familiar cars parked around the corners. 

Ramon was a drug worse than pulse.

You’d be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t checking every file that floated across your desk for his name. 

But he’s seemingly vanished. 

However, you knew he was still there because that damn pink powder was popping up all over the city and reports of it even spreading to CDMX. Ramon might be gone, but he was operating in the shadows again. 

You had convinced yourself that the narco prince had surly moved on. You could only imagine how many women would be throwing themselves at him at a chance to have their fun. It wasn’t lost on you how ridiculously attractive he was… and that whole bad boy thing… ridiculous…

And yet you still found yourself with a sliver of hope that you’d see his tall figure in that chair.

Delusional as ever. 

He never came. 

Forcing yourself to think about something else. You cleared your throat and decided to focus on the mission at hand. There was a raid happening a few blocks away from where your team has set up a command center in a storefront just around the corner.

Chief put you in charge of the whole thing. He had you working operations once David was out of the field only to realize you were damn good at it. Your busts were legendary at the precinct. 

One after another, you were racking in bricks of Pulse like it was candy. The men were more than thrilled to be under your command, and to top it all off, you had a damn clean success record. Nearly no injuries under your watch. You had become everything chief had hoped you’d become.  

You started barking out orders, reminding everybody of the plan as all the other federales got into position waiting for your sign. Their green uniforms stood out against the brick buildings as they waited in the hot sun, riffles raised. You were waiting for the drop before storming the storage facility. 

This was usually the moment that you prayed for the intel to be correct. This was given to you by a teen who had been recruited but was having a bit of a moral dilemma. 

He claimed that there would be a drop at a local shop where the shopkeeper usually distributes to the smaller dealers. 

It would be a good hit if you could get it, so you took a moment, and sucked in a deep breath and centered yourself before setting down your coffee and walking outside to stand on the sidewalk to get a look at the scene.

“ Feeling all right?” Your chief asked watching you as you watch the street.

“As I can be.” You replied watching the past of the patrol cars pull into the alleyway.

“You’re not as energetic as usual. Usually I have to peel you off the ceiling before a bust.” 

You shook your head, “everything is fine.” 

He nodded. Not prying further.

But for some reason. As much as you tried, you couldn’t seem to get those brown eyes out of your head. 

Even though you tried your hardest to focus on the mission and make sure all your men were in position and that it would be executed perfectly. 

All you could smell, was that expensive perfume, and the sound of his voice in your ear. The memory made the hair stand up on the back of your neck.

Trying your best to shake him from your thoughts. It just seemed impossible. 

But even in the midst of your weighing memories, something began to feel a little too familiar. You spun around checking the street behind you feeling yourself get a taste of paranoia. 

You searched the busy street looking for wild pattern shirts or Barron lurking somewhere but it was clear. No one was there. 

You didn’t miss the way you’re captain looked at your suspiciously. Trying to figure out what was wrong with you as you tried not to spin around wildly. But you could just feel the eyes on you. You knew it… suddenly you were thrilled. Would you be hunting him today? 

It was then that the signal was given, and the walkie-talkies crackled with action. 

Turning back around. You couldn’t quite see what was going on, but you could hear it. The sound of burning rubber, tires, squealing as a car tore down the street. It didn’t take long before you could see the old beige vehicle smoking and swerving, nearly crashing into pedestrians as your men open fired on it. The car was firing aggressively at your men, trying to shoot them too. 

Inside the car, there were deranged men waving guns around. There was a trail of pink smoke flowing from their windows. They were the ones supplying the pulse, and clearly they were out of their minds in the car. 

A distraction.

Feeling your heart start to elevate, you move to enter back into the command room, but suddenly an explosion goes off, causing you to hit the ground from the defining sound wave. The sidewalk was covered in glass and rocks as you slip forwards being pushed from the blast. 

“Fuck.” You muttered pushing up from the concrete sidewalk trying to feel like you were back in your own body again. 

The car had exploded from impact as it had crashed into the storefront sputtering gasoline all over the street. Plumes of burning pulse rose up into the sky, raining down pink ash onto the town causing everyone to scream and flee with their noses and mouthes covered. 

Absolute panic broke out. 

With a horrified expression, you sat up, trying to process everything that had just happened. 

The survivors inside of the car tried to exit, but the shootout was getting too crazy. It didn’t take long for another car to pull up to the scene, and your men were scrambling to try to figure out what to do and who the hell to shoot at. The plan you had worked on so hard was out the window and up in flames like that first car. 

In the confusion, you realized there were some people not moving. While the entire street was a madhouse, you locked in on a few men seemingly strategically placed, unflinching in the chaos. 

They were watching. 

They knew you were coming. 

They knew your plan. 

This was a set up….

You stood up, huffing dramatically,  looking around you yelled, “It’s a trap!” You barked but no one was listening. 

“Fuck!” You coughed forcing your lungs to breathe normally again, “It’s a trap! Eyes up! Eyes up!” You screamed into your walkie, but your men were too busy trying to cover fire to hear you. 

Your captain was yelling at you along with others inside the command room, who came running out to assist. Meanwhile, you were struggling to hear. The ringing in your ears was becoming unbearable. You tried to find your balance, but it was getting too hard. Someone tried to help you, but you shove them off as you stumbled closer back to the command room desperate for a moment to gather yourself before you got shot. 

You had to radio in. 

You were walking your men into something, you just weren’t seeing it yet. What were they planning?

You had to call for help you were outnumbered… something was coming. Your instincts were screaming at you to flee. You were thinking about all of the possibilities of what could have happened but you settled on one fact-

Someone had sold you out.

In your delirium, you couldn’t understand what was happening, one moment you’re up and stumbling down the sidewalk in broad daylight as your men ran past you to get to the action, and the next you’re surrounded in darkness as musty fabric covered your head and strong hands wrapped around your confused flailing body. 

You were suddenly lifted off the ground, dragged down at least a block or two, and taken somewhere before being sat down in what felt like the flatbed of a truck.

It was then that your hearing started to return to you and the sensation of moving was all consuming. Someone had thrown you in the back of a van. You could feel the corrugated metal floor board under you. 

You struggled to breathe, trying to calm yourself down, you weren’t even sure if anyone had witnessed you being taken. Everyone had to run out to help… maybe chief?

But fuck…you were screwed. You knew it. Everyone was to busy with the action to notice. 

DAMMIT. 

It wasn’t your plan being set up, it was you….

Were these the men that had just shot you up?

Did they know about the bust?

Who sent them?

And were they after you? Or was it somebody random?

You didn’t know.

All you knew is that your hearing was returning and you could finally start to put the pieces together of where you were as the van was steadily rocking back and forth as they seemed to be driving you east. Further out of the city. 

“Hey princessa.” They taunted. 

His voice was unfamiliar. Shit. 

“She deaf?” A younger voice added. 

“No cabrón the blast knocked out her hearing.” A different man spoke. 

3 men so far. One was definitely young. 

The van moving at a leisurely pace and you had a bag over your head and your wrists were zip tied behind your back. They were in no panic. 

Great. 

This is looking great.

“Boss won’t like that.” The young one spoke. 

“She’ll get it back.” They continued on their rambling.

“He said not to hurt her.” 

Then there was a startling BANG. 

You jumped making them snicker. 

“See? She’s got it back.” You could hear the smirk in his tone.

“Can you hear me now princessa?” His voice was snakey. 

“Yeah I can hear you.” You snapped. The barely there light filtered through the covering. You can just barely see the outline of the men talking to you. There were a lot more than three. Five from what you could make out. 

He hummed happily.

“What do you want?” You sounded bored. Usually you would have been nervous but at this point you figured it was going to happen sooner rather than later. 

“You’re the cop thats been cleaning house.” He replied. 

“Mad?” You raised your brow. 

He huffed, “just got me wonderin’ how you got so lucky?” 

You could laugh, “it’s not luck pendejo.” 

“Oh yeah?” He sounded offended. 

“You’ve been keeping me busy.” You admitted, “but no it’s not luck. You’re getting sloppy.” 

He chuckled, “See now I thought it was because you were getting some help.” 

“Help? I wish I had help.” You growled, “Then I’d actually get to take a fucking day off. Tell me what you really want. You people don’t kidnap law enforcement for nothing.” 

“Who do you belong to?” He asked.  You raised a brow under the bag. What kind of fucking question was that. You were shocked at the audacity.

“Fuck you.” Now it was your turn to sound offended, “I don’t belong to anyone.” 

“Who do you belong to?” He repeated.

“Did you bomb my men?” You asked. 

“Don’t be stupid.” 

“Then don’t ask stupid questions.” You rolled your eyes.

“Puta.” 

“Aye.” A different voice cut in, “Easy.” 

You heard a grumble. He didn’t like being wrangled in. Someone’s in charge and it’s not him. 

“Who is feeding the pigs information?” He asked again. 

“No one.” You turned your head to face his voice, “Where are you taking me?” 

“Can’t tell you that princessa.” 

“They’re going to be looking for me. You know that right?” 

“Who?” He was smirking again. 

“You know who.” 

“Hmm. Enlighten me.” 

“The entire Tijuana police force. You just kidnapped a captain.” 

“We made sure no one saw. Secrets safe with us.” 

Someone definitely saw and the moment they realized you never came back they’d figure it out. It was just a matter of time. 

“Well I’m sorry to disappoint. I have no help. No one is feeding me information. I probably wouldn’t have walked my men into whatever that was if I had, frankly.” 

“That wasn’t for your men.” He laughed, “It was for you.” 

Your stomach dropped. 

What? 

“We know you’re one of the narco prince’s whores… or toys… whatever you prefer.” 

Oh my god. You were being watched… you just had assumed it was Ramon… oh fuck. 

Your entire body went rigid. 

“Yeah. We know.” He was giddy. No doubt reading your body language, “Perhaps Amado? Or is it Miguel?” He sneered, “It couldn’t be Hector.” He was waiting for you to answer, “Thats the best way to get information from pretty things like you.” 

It was then you felt someone run a hand over your cloth covered chin. You flinched back and he chuckled, “Didn’t quite get a good look at you. Might be worth something if they think so.” You felt your stomach churn and the desire to vomit arose. You felt him going for the cloth bag and blurted out….

“If you touch me you’ll have to answer to Ramon Arellano.” 

He froze his hand and paused, “Ramon Arellano Felix?” He was in disbelief. 

You felt him inch backwards off of you suddenly too cautious.

“You belong to Ramon Arellano Felix?” He still sounded in shock.

“I don’t belong to anyone.” You bit back. Tone getting dangerous. 

He grunted. 

Then you heard laughing. The entire van of men were stifling their chuckles. 

“Oh Kitty, you’re so screwed.” A younger voice jeered and chuckled. 

Kitty? Everardo Arturo? 

Suddenly the bag was ripped off your head and you squinted harshly to the light. You were met with the man who had shot Daniel during the bodega raid nearly a year ago. His perfectly gelled hair pissed you right off.  

Gathering all the saliva in your mouth, you spit at him making him flinch back on impact. 

“Aye! Pu-“ he cut himself off wiping away your spit. 

“You asshole!” You kicked at him making the boys laugh as he fought to dodge you, “You nearly killed him!” If it wasn’t for the zip ties biting into your wrists, you would have landed the kick too. He caught your boot and wrenched your ankle down forcing you into submission. 

“Stop! Stop!” He was nearly begging now suddenly not as threatening. 

“What?” You snarled, “Scared your boss is going to carve you up for touching me?” 

“Oh thats her alright.” The younger kid confirmed from the front seat. No doubt recognizing your reputation Ramon must have told them about. 

“I didn’t know. Mon just said to grab the lady cop!” Kitty whined. 

“You didn’t ask why?” The kid asked. 

“No, Fredo, why didn’t you ask?” Kitty shot back. 

“I’m not gonna piss off Ramon.” Fredo shrugged. 

You barked, “Get off of me!” 

Kitty released you. You glared at him. 

“Sorry for shooting your friend.” He shrugged an apology. 

“Not forgiven.” You snarled. 

He chewed his lip. 

The car came to a rolling stop. 

“Here!” Fredo called out. 

Kitty moved to open the doors before sliding out. He helped you down, firmly grabbing your arm and guiding you forwards as your eyes adjusted to the bright light. He was being suspiciously gentle with you. A stark difference from the manhandling during the raid.

You were suddenly walking across the largest green lawn you’ve ever seen. The entire yard was perfectly manicured and the ginormous white house in front of you beamed in the sun. You were in disbelief. You didn’t even recognize this place. Were you even in Tijuana anymore? You didn’t know. You couldn’t see a single house beyond the massive yards. 

“Let’s get inside.” Kitty urged. 

You were met with a familiar face at the door. 

Barron. 

You had seen him outside of your place a number of times. That was Ramon’s right hand. 

Your entire body thrummed with anxiety. This would be the first time seeing him since he was in your bed all those moons ago. 

Barron opened the grand front door ushering you inside. 

“Get her out of those.” Barron ordered seeing the red marks on your wrists. 

Kitty quickly plucked out his knife to cut you free. 

The second you could move your hands, you rubbed your wrists feeling the soreness. 

Then you cocked your fist back and threw one clean into Kitty’s nose. 

He barked and stumbled backwards clutching at his bleeding face. 

“Now you’re forgiven.” You snarked following Barron further into the house. The man couldn’t help but smirk watching Kitty squirm in agony. He tried to hide it but you caught the upturned lip making you smile in turn. 

All around you was guns and paraphernalia. Women in little to nothing clothing gathered around a pool table with heavily armed men, no doubt friends of Ramon. They didn’t bother looking up from their game to acknowledge anyone, especially not you.

You kept walking feeling your heart begin to race. Never in a million years did you think you’d be walking around in a Narcos house like this. It was huge and ornate. That was to be expected. You had deduced Ramon liked the gaudy stuff based off of his fashion choices. Everything was gold, and white, and animal print. Only something blood money could buy. It should disgust you, but you’ve just never seen something like this…. You couldn’t help but gawk. And to think you had to put the bag of apples back after checking the price last week.

The further down the hallway you traveled, the stronger that familiar spiced scent was becoming, instantly making your skin hot. Perhaps it was a side effect of Pulse. It so deeply ingrained his scent into your memory receptors you’ll never be able to resist it. You didn’t know. And it didn’t matter. You were coming face to face with Ramon’s bedroom door in its huge ornateness. 

Barron stopped at the door at the end of the hall and knocked once before opening it and gesturing for you to enter. 

He had ordered your capture.

Barron didn’t follow you when you passed him. Instead, you lead yourself forwards into the room with ambient music playing in the background.

You stepped down into the massive marble bedroom. The blinds were drawn slightly casting shadows all over the space. Everything was encrusted in gold and black giving it an ostentatious vibe. You looked at the massive king size bed stopping in front of the bench at the foot staring at the gold fiber embroidered fabrics. No doubt the softest thing you would ever touch definitely cost your yearly salary that was for certain.

This was quite the long shot from the dirty grimy warehouse storage room…

“Princessa.” 

Your blood instantly ran hot. 

His voice sent a chill down your entire body. It was like a sirens call. Everything you were trying to repress suddenly came flooding back with a vengeance. You fought back the instinctual whimper bubbling up in your throat.

He was prowling behind you like a jaguar. 

You didn’t turn around. You couldn’t. You didn’t dare look at him. You knew you’d fold. So you didn’t. You forced yourself to stare at his headboard not moving a muscle, scared to look into those deep brown eyes.  

You heard his footsteps near, he was observing you. He didn’t stop until he was directly behind you and you could feel the warmth radiating off of him and the scent of his expensive cologne wafted off of him like a seductive lure. You closed your eyes anticipating the contact. 

“Ramon.” You whispered forcing yourself to take a breath. You were certain he could hear your heart beating from how chaotically it was rattling in your chest.  

You jumped when he put his hands on your waist. The warmth instantly flooding into you as you felt the strength behind his grip. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach making you flinch. 

He slowly turned you around forcing you to look up at him. He studied you with a blank face. You swallowed nervously as his eyes traveled all over you. 

“Are you hurt?” He asked looking at your wrists. He seemed annoyed with the red marks.  

You shook your head, “No.” 

“They got you before the bombs?” He asked.

You narrowed your eyes, “Bombs?” 

“The entire town was blown up.” How he scrunched his brow, “I thought you knew that.” 

“Why would I know that?” You were beginning to panic. All of your men were there. Did anyone survive? What about the chief and the federales?

What the fuck!

He must have realized your panic and forced your eyes to meet his with a finger to your chin making you look into those midnight brown eyes, “Don’t play dumb with me. I know you too well.” His lips moved and it took your brain a moment to register what he had said. 

Was he upset with you? 

Your distress deepened.

“What are you talking about?” You raised a brow suddenly feeling cornered for no reason. Memories of his lips on your neck and biting the back of your nape suddenly sent heat down into your core. It was like his presence was chemically burned into your being. The Pulse has to have contributed to this…. You were trying to understand this sensation….

“You have help. Who is helping you?” He asked again a little more impatient. This time he grabbed your wrist, rubbing the inflamed marks with his other thumb.  

“No one is helping me. I turned down your deal, remember?” You replied jerking your head back out of his grip trying to put some distance between you two just so you could fucking focus.

“Who is he?” He asked again not looking much better than you. He stared so deeply it made you uneasy. But his hand on your wrist kept you within his field. It kept you anchored and allured. 

“There is no one.” You replied. How many times were they going to accuse you of having insider information. You wanted to touch him. 

You wanted his hair between your fingers…

“Are you screwing him too?” He accused.

What?

Well thats a new one. 

You blinked, “I’m not screwing anyone. Why the fuck are you all insisting I have help?” You were getting pissed now, snapping out of the hypnosis, “Why the fuck did you have those idiots kidnap me?! Ramon that’s crossing a line! I was working!” 

He just sighed and shook his head. Brown locks now mused. You must be the only person on the planet able to speak to him like this. He just blinked at you in shock like he had forgotten your fiery spirit.

“How have you been finding all of the supply houses?” He growled. 

So thats what this is about. He’s pissed your fucking with his profit. 

You crossed your arms and raised a brow, “Are you serious?” 

He just waited for your response. 

“You don’t exactly hire geniuses.” You replied, “Reduce their sentence and they squawk like birds. It’s not rocket science.” There was a growing kinship between you two you could feel it snapping into place as you both disarmed.

He just rolled his eyes. 

“It’s true.” You replied. 

“You’re not working with someone else?” He asked again seemingly less accusatory. 

“No.” 

He now visibly relaxed and started rubbing his eyes trying to snap himself out of whatever he was thinking about. 

“I thought you were set up. Now I know you’re being targeted.” He sighed walking over to the window. Now he seemed distressed? What is going on. 

“I heard there was going to be a slaughter this morning. When Kitty confirmed it was you, I had him pull you out.” He said watching the expansive yard in front of him. 

You crossed your arms, “You knew?”

“I didn’t know you were the cop they were targeting.” He shook his head. 

You swallowed, “Who’s targeting me?” 

“Miguel.” 

You just raised your brow waiting for an explanation. He turned around to face you looking solemn. 

“He runs the federation. Miguel Felix.” 

He controls CDMX. You knew the name.

“Why is he targeting me?” 

“You’ve cost him a lot of money, Princessa.” Ramon said so matter of factly.

You snorted, “of course.” 

“I told you, you needed to stop. You shouldn’t be in this.” He shook his head, “You need to stay here.” 

“Ramon I’m not staying here.” You shook your head and turned to leave deciding that whatever this is, is now over, “Glad we had this chat, but I can’t be here. Tell Kitty thanks for the rescue but don’t do it again.” 

“I’m not letting you leave.” His authority was chilling and his voice was demanding and teetering on something dangerous. 

You froze half way to his door.

“It’s too dangerous.” His word was final. 

You turned to face him, sneer apparent, “You can’t keep me here.” 

He raised a brow begging you to challenge him… of course. You internally sighed. 

“Ramon…” You were crossing your arms now facing him head-on. 

“He has men everywhere. You’re not leaving. You’re safe here.” He insisted. 

You had to laugh at the irony, “I’m in a Narco’s house! Are you insane? Safe? Please…” 

“He doesn’t know you’re-“ He stopped his sentence. 

You’re what? 

His? 

“Arellano, I’m leaving.” You turn to go only to find Barron blocking the door. 

Your entire body was gearing up for a fight. One you knew you wouldn’t win but this was ridiculous. He can’t keep you here like some prisoner. 

“You gotta be kidding me.” You spun on him. 

He just stood there not saying a word. He then gestured to the bed making you grind your teeth. 

“I know you want to fight me. You can’t help it. But I’m right.” He insisted, “Miguel doesn’t have power here. You’re staying until he finds a new target to obsess over.” 

You glared at him, “And how long is that going to take?” 

“As long as it has to.” He put his hands on his hips. 

“And if I try to leave?” You raised a brow. 

“My men will drag you back here.” Ramon huffed an amused chuckle like you were some stupid child. Obviously he was resorting to this nonsense, “and I’ll chain you to my bed.”

You stood there near slack jawed realizing there was no way in hell you were getting out of here. 

This place was crawling with jrs and armed guards. 

“Relax.” He smirked, “You’ve not nothing else to do.” He thought this was funny?

His tall frame moved to leave his bedroom meeting Barron at the door. 

“Ramon!” You cried out. 

“I’ll have my sister pick up some clothes and things for you. We’ll be back in a few hours.” He left leaving you behind while the lock to the door clicked into place. 

“Arellano!” You screamed at the closed door. 

No fucking way. 

You were Ramons prisoner now? You looked around wondering what the hell you’re going to do now. Your team definitely thinks you’re either dead or worse… that is if they’re even alive anymore. 

Oh my god. 

What the fuck!

You began to look around for a way out. Walking up to his glass sliding doors, you began to pull at them trying to pry them open to no avail, they were locked with a key. 

“Ugh!” You growled looking around. 

Stalking over to the sitting area in the center of the room, you picked up one of the little stools walking back over to the glass doors. 

Spinning yourself around, you flung the stool into the glass watching it bounce off with a dull thud. You stood there in disbelief as the fucking glass wobbled, taunting you. 

Bullet proof glass…

Then you saw Fredo, and an unfamiliar come into view, watching you curiously from outside like a zoo animal. The younger kid tilted his head curiously. 

You just picked up the stool trying again to see if there was even a hairline crack. 

THUNK

…nothing…

“Fuck!” You screamed trudging back deeper into the room. 

You found the bathroom and turned inside looking for a vent window something but your search seemed to be futile. The bathroom was just as locked down as the bedroom. 

You then stalked into Ramon’s closet. 

Loud pattern silk shirts lined the racks from wall to wall. His intoxicating smell was absolutely everywhere making you have to shake your head trying to clear your nose and not let that scent penetrate your thoughts…. Make you more compliant than you had already become in his presence.  

Fuck. Why is this messing with your brain so much. 

You continued to ransack his drawers looking for anything to help, but ideally one of his guns which you knew he had many of. 

After tearing into all of his belongings, you quickly had to come to terms with your situation— 

There was no way in hell you were getting out of this compound from his bedroom. You were going to have to wait until he came back and let you out. 

If he let you out. 

He probably planned to keep you here like some prize animal. Caged up in his massive ornate bedroom. A toy for him to take out and play with then he was bored. 

A prison is a prison though, however nice the thread count. 

You collapsed into a pile of his shirts deciding to just stare blankly at the ceiling while you processed this sudden change in events. 

No longer having any concept of time and after what felt like HOURS. You decided you wanted out of your dirty uniform. You were still covered in the grime from this morning and gun powder. 

Ramon’s shower was big enough to fit ten people inside. It was a room all on its own. It’s a wonder he never said anything about your teeny tiny one in your apartment. He didn’t seem phased at all having to crunch inside of it just to squeeze the two of you in there. 

Stripping out of your combat boots, cargos, and t-shirt, you stepped into the massive marble wash room and turned on the water. Setting down your empty holster on Ramon’s marble counter you looked at your reflection. For surviving an explosion, shoot out, and kidnapping you weren’t looking too bad. Your badge flashed as you slid out your belt rolling it up and setting it neatly on the pile of dirty clothes. 

Steam began to collect in the glass shower as it heated fast. You stepped inside letting the water run over you warming your skin giving you a comfort you didn’t know you needed.

You sighed letting the dirt and grime wash off of you and swirl down the drain. 

As you washed yourself with Mon’s expensive products, you could help but try to figure out where this all had gone wrong. 

It wash your fault you bad been drugged into a fuck fest with the most notorious cartel leader in Tijuana. It wasn’t his fault either. Well… actually it kind of was… he was selling the stuff after all. 

But neither of you were at fault for it happening to the two of you. Now it seems the drug has some sort of lasting effect drawing you two together no matter how hard you try to avoid him. The chemical impression in your entire body was thrumming to life. It’s like your body now calls to him. It’s like now your body knows he’s in proximity, it desires him so much more. 

You sighed. 

Daniel never should have let you out of that damn patrol car. 

You were just too excited to finally have seen some action. 

You had no idea it would have lead you here. 

Daniel wouldn’t have let this happen to you. 

Rinsing the last of the soap from your locks, you turned off the shower and dried off. 

Taking your pick of Ramon’s lotions and potions, you could help but root around and try all the expensive products you’ve never even heard of before. Might as well. 

It didn’t take you long to wander back into Mon’s closet and select a silk leopard print shirt from his vast collection to wear. The garment hung down to your knees and you rolled the cuffs so you could use your arms. The man was a damn giant.

It was then you heard a knock. 

Grabbing your panties you pulled them on and walked over to the door. 

“Boss wants me to feed you.” It was Barron. He studied you a bit curiously. Probably wondering who this girl his cousin was obsessing over so much. 

He cracked open the door making sure you weren’t going to suddenly jump him. 

You stood there watching as he pushed the door open. 

He didn’t hold anything in his hands. 

He was letting you out. 

You followed him, padding across the cold marble floors. 

“Where’s Ramon?” You asked following him damn near across the property. The kitchen was on the entire opposite side of the house. 

“He’s handling some business.” He stopped and gestured you into the kitchen. 

Fredo and the younger boy from earlier were fussing around in the kitchen, “How the fuck am I supposed to know what she eats?” 

“You have a girlfriend!” The younger one wined trying to cut into something green.

“Cabrón, they all eat weird shit!” Fredo suddenly shot up, “Oh… hi.” 

You stared at him then looked to Barron, “Business?” 

He crossed his arms confirming, “Business.” He wasn’t going to elaborate.

“Mhmm.” You matched his stance. 

Fredo cut in, “Um, we’re making some chicken… hope you eat that.” 

Without taking your eyes off Barron, “Chicken is fine.” You wanted to punch this man. He’s been on your “arrest” list for ages now, and the craziest part is every single one of them are now in the same room as you, and you’re all in this weird situation where your normal roles have now been altered to this strange neutral space. None of you can attack one another, but you’ve definitely all taken shots at one another, in a different life. This was a bit difficult to wrap your head around. All fitting under the fat category that was Ramon Arellano. 

Fredo smiled awkwardly, “Okay… cool.” 

“She’s a cop?” The little one whispered. 

Fredo nodded continuing to cut the chicken making grossed out expressions handling the raw meat. 

“She’s pretty.” Alex Shrugged. 

“Alex.” Fredo shushed him. 

“Sorry.” He whispered. 

Barron kept his glare trained on you, “Boss wants you to eat. Then I’m taking you back to his room. Don’t do anything stupid.” 

“David Barron, right?” You asked. 

He narrowed his eyes. 

“Your file’s come across my desk a few times. You’re a busy man.” You gave him a sly smile. 

You couldn’t help but notice the other two go quiet despite the sound of sizzling food in the background.

You could tell he was biting back words. Clearly Ramon put a no threat order on you. None of them could touch you. And having memorized Ramon’s long list of transgressions… there was no way come hell or high water they were risking his wrath. 

You smiled sweetly and turned to face the other boys, “And we haven’t met.” 

Fredo looked at you nervously, “Alfredo. But they call me Fredo.” 

“Alex.” The little one gulped, “He’s my brother.” 

Hmm.

“Tell me David, how long does Ramon plan on keeping me here.” You said tersely.

He huffed, “I don’t know.” 

“You’re a professional, you know the answer.” 

“Miguel won’t leave you alone until he has something else to care about. My guess is that Ramon is manufacturing something right now. I’d give it a month.” 

Fuck. 

“A month?” You shook your head, “You know I have a real job right?"

He chuckled, “Not anymore.” 

“Funny.” 

“It’s not a joke.” He replied. 

“You’re his right hand. Convince him. I know none of you want me here.” You looked to all of them, “Trust me this is the last place I want to be.” 

“You can’t really convince Ramon of anything.” Fredo said cutting up the cooked chicken.

Alex nodded, “Yeah, boss is really stubborn.” 

“And crazy.” Barron leveled. 

No shit. 

“I’m starting to think this isn’t about keeping me safe and it’s more so about Ramon doesn’t want me busting his supply lines anymore.” 

Fredo assembled the plate adding the veggies and cut up fruit Alex nearly butchered. 

“It is more profitable to keep you here.” Fredo shrugged in agreement. 

“It’s more profitable to kill me.” 

Barron nodded in agreement. 

“He won’t do that though.” Alex said looking timid. 

“Why not?” You raised a brow. 

“Because the pulse made him all crazy.” Alex shrunk noticing the way Barron glared at him to shut up. 

So you weren’t imagining things. 

“What is it?” You looked to them, “How does it work?” 

“Don’t you know?” Fredo giggled but quickly shut up. 

You narrowed your expression making him fluster. 

“Sit. Eat. I’ll explain.” Barron leaned against the bar top. You took a seat and took the plate from Fredo who looked eager to see your reaction to the food. 

You took a bite. 

It was good. 

The kid could cook. 

“Thanks.” You said taking another bite. 

He seemed thrilled at your praise.

Barron cleared his throat, “Well, the drug is made in the south. It comes from a rare plant. It’s effected are heightened and it drives people into their most animal instincts. From what we understand, it makes the pleasure receptors in the brain go into hyperdrive. It’s like you become an animal in heat. The human instinct to reproduce becomes overwhelming. It’s our most basic behavior. It was made to be a party drug but clearly it’s a lot stronger than they had predicted. 

But there’s an element no one predicted… When reduced to that animal instinct there’s almost like a claiming that happens. It’s like those animals that mate for life. It changed something chemically in the brain. Boss nearly went insane before he found you again. His need to check on you, to know if you were… well..” He pointed to your stomach. 

You nearly choked on your food. 

“It’s that animal thing man….” He shook his head, “We followed you for a while, when we realized you weren’t carrying his kid, the urge left him. That was until he heard you were in the cross fire today. It’s all he could worry about.” 

You chewed and swallowed your food trying to understand everything. 

“He really really hates that you’re a cop.” Alex added. 

“Stressing about you getting shot or something.” Fredo nodded. 

You had no idea this was going on. You thought Ramon had forgotten about you up until today. This was shocking at the least. 

“How long did you tail me?” You asked Barron. 

“Five months.” He replied. 

“You didn’t see the others?” You asked. 

He shook his head, “No. Boss told me you were being stalked by Miguel’s guys.” 

“Apparently.” You shoved more food into your mouth. 

“You could have died.” Barron said, “You have no idea what you’re messing with.” 

“Miguels guys aren’t people you want to mess with.” Alex said. 

“I wasn’t messing with his guys.” You replied, “I get assignments. I go. I do my job. Sorry I just happen to be damn good at it. I thought I was messing with Ramon’s lines? I don’t even know who the fuck Miguel is.” 

“When you mess with Tijuana you mess with Miguel. Ramon told me he told you to get out of the force.” Barron said. 

“And that you didn’t listen.” Fredo chewed a mango slice. 

“Sorry if I don’t listen to a criminal telling me to get out of law enforcement.” You rolled your eyes. 

Fredo nodded. 

“Enedina brought you some clothes.” Barron said deciding there’s no reason to beat a dead horse. He moved the bag on the breakfast table closer to you.

“Who’s Enedina?” You asked. 

“Ramon’s sister.” 

You nodded. 

Without anymore words, you finished up your food and they left you in the kitchen. When you finished, you left the plate in the sink to rifle around in the bag curiously. 

Inside were many sets of lounge wear. Silk of course. 

Dresses, skirts, tops, shorts, underwear, socks, and a few jackets. 

You nodded, everything was a little short and tight for your liking but you’re not going to complain. All you have currently is a dirtied set of fatigues in a pile on Ramon’s floor. Plus this bag of clothes were arguably more expensive than your entire existence so there was nothing to complain about. 

Grabbing a pair of the shorts Enedina picked out for you, you slid them on giving yourself a little more coverage. You pulled on a pair of socks but when you looked for shoes you didn’t find any. 

She probably knows Ramon has no intention of letting you leave the premises any time soon. Deciding it was too risky to walk back into Ramon’s room to fetch your boots without Barron locking you in there, you just pulled on the socks and took in your surroundings. 

Here in the kitchen were many windows and a side door. No doubt where the help enter and exit. Then there was the dining room with panoramic windows but no door. 

You couldn’t quite risk waltzing out of the front door or to go through the living room where they no doubt were congregating right now waiting for you. 

Instead you decided to opt for the side door. 

Padding over there silently, you twisted the knob to find it open. You opened it and quietly slid outside. 

It was at least half a mile to the nearest road. The long winding private road cut through the grassy hillside, but at a quick pace you could probably get there in six minutes. Gearing up to run, you silently shut the door behind you and tip toed forwards along the side of the house. Looking around, you couldn’t see anyone that would have been a threat and once you reached the corner of the house you peeked your head to look. 

Unfortunately, there were two beefy guards art the front door chatting with one another holding riffled nearly as tall as you. 

They seemed pretty distracted though, so you crept forwards skipping from one tree and bush to another. You just prayed the boys inside didn’t notice your absence. Once you were far enough away from the front door. You took a deep breath and began your jog which quickly evolved into a sprint. 

It didn’t take long before you heard someone yell, “Hey!” 

Then you heard a gunshot ring out and a bullet do exploding into the grass beside you. You yelped and ducked left trying to keep out of range of their bullets. 

“Don’t fucking shoot!” You heard yelling behind you, “You fucking idiot!” 

Barron. 

Shit. Shit. Shit. 

You broke into your fastest sprint feeling the grass squish under your sock covered feet. 

The road was coming into view and you knew you just had to hop the fence before getting onto the main road. You prayed by luck a car would be passing by before Barron and the others could grab you and drag you back inside.

Usually you’re the one doing the chasing, but the roles seemed to have been flipped this time.  

Digging deep, you pushed forwards knowing they were gaining on you. It was then you heard a car engine start up and you knew you were fucked. 

“Y/N!” Fredo yelled behind you. 

The fence was coming up and you pivoted to the right passing by the main entrance before reaching the shorter wall. Flinging yourself over the top, you rolled over the brick ledge before landing back on your feet. 

All those years of chasing runaways was finally paying off. You landed in the flower bed on the other side, disturbing the gardeners, while stumbling to catch your footing. 

Then you were off again. 

You realized you were in some sort of luxury gated neighborhood. You looked all around for someone that could help but you weren’t seeing anyone. It was just one mansion after another.

Your only shot was one of the neighbors, but you heard the sound of a sports car catching up with you knowing it had to be them.

You went to dodge into one of the neighbors yards but you were suddenly yanked up off of your feet and nearly slammed back down into the ground. 

You flipped over facing Fredo who was trying desperately not to hurt you, but also struggling to keep up with your flailing while attempting to pin you… gently of course. 

You kneed him in the side forcing him to roll off of you as he felt the wind get knocked out of him. 

Before you could get up you had Barron hopping out of the car along with Kitty and Alex as they ditched the fancy yellow car to scramble after you. 

You had barely flipped over onto your knees when you were pinned again.  

“Relax! Relax!” Barron yelled as you clawed at him. 

“Let me fucking go!” You yelled, “Help! Help! They’re kidnapping me!”

Your screams echoed off of the surrounding homes but no one dared come outside. They knew who these boys worked for. 

Not even the private patrol car stopped to help. They knew who Ramon was and they weren’t fucking with that. Instead they just turned a blind eye. They never saw you. 

“Argh!” You squirmed around like an eel as the four boys tried to pin you. 

“Grab her!” Fredo yelled. 

“I’m fucking trying!” Barron growled. 

“Stop!” Kitty grabbed your wrists wrenching them up leaving your legs free, “Stop, chica!” 

You kicked viciously at Alex but Barron caught your leg under an arm pit before snagging the other. You were held up between Kitty and Barron struggling as they fought to stand up to carry you. 

“God! Chill!” Barron barked as he swayed when you bowed and flexed your body. 

“No wonder Ramon warned us!” Fredo sucked in air, “She’s fucking feral.” 

You screamed again trying to reach for Kitty’s curls. You snagged your hand into a few and pulled, forcing him to bend over and scream as you tightened your grip. 

Fredo and Alex jumped in to help restrain you and forced you to release Kitty with a death grip of their own. 

“Start walking!” Barron ordered as the group of them carried you back towards the property. 

They all moved in sync keeping you tightly wrapped in their grip as you slowly lost the energy to fight. 

Fuck. 

~

DANIEL’S POV

“What the fuck do you mean she was taken?” He asked adjusting his arm in the sling. 

The informant just blinked at him, “Some private police saw her being kidnapped by some men when she tried escaping from a mansion. Her face is everywhere, they would’t mistake her.” 

“What was she wearing?” Daniel asked feeling his concern for his partner growing. 

“A man’s shirt. She was barefoot. They said they tracked her down and tackled her before dragging her back inside.”

Daniel rubbed his face fighting off a panic attack… she was fucking trafficked… no doubt being used for some bastards sadistic fantasy…

Fuck she was taken and probably sold to the highest bidder. Who knows what the fuck they’re doing to her right now. 

Daniel dismissed the informant and took a closer look at the file, finding the address. 

A rich neighborhood… he wasn’t sure if this was cartel controlled or not, but he wasn’t stupid. He knew bastards like that would love to have their fun with the woman ruining their business. It wasn’t rocket science to figure out how’d they treat a woman like Y/N. 

With half the force now indisposed or dead after the mass bombing. Daniel was called back into work. The new chief had informed him about his missing partner and he knew he was going to have to start investigating. He just didn’t think this is where it would have ended up. 

Clutching the manila folder, he knew he was going to have to get to work. 

~

Y/N POV.

Ramon was pissed. 

Not that he didn’t expect you to at least try. He was pissed at his men for 1) opening fire on you, and 2) That they were so incompetent they let you get past the wall. The wall that was nearly 6 football fields away….

You munched on your snacks from the living room, freshly washed, knees bandaged, and dressed in one of the fancy slips while Ramon continued to reprimand his friends. The narco prince waves his hands around wildly as he screamed absolutely vile filth as them. 

They didn’t even dare lift their eyes from the floor except for Alex who you smiled and waved at. 

He just looked appalled that you got away with it unscathed by their boss. Why wasn’t Ramon tearing into you? It was your fucking fault.

You giggled making Ramon look at you over your shoulder. 

“She’s not one of your pathetic street bitches… She’s smarter than all of you idiots combined. You never let her out of your sight do you fucking understand?!” Ramon’s fist beat into the glass table next to him. 

They all nodded. 

“And you…” He looked at the guard who had fired at you. 

Without warning, Ramon pulled out his gold encrusted gun from his waist band and shot the man point blank in the head with a deafening BANG!

You jumped up with a gasp. 

The man now lifeless on the ground as blood pooled around him. You watched with a shocking amount of numbness as you watched a man die right in front of you. 

He now turned to address you. 

Your heart sunk. 

“You pull some shit like that again… the kid is next.” 

You stood there in shock. 

He just killed a man. 

He just killed a man like it was fucking nothing. 

Alex looked at you with worried puppy eyes. 

Fuck. You internally sighed. 

“Come!” Ramon ordered you. 

You set down the bowl of crackers and stood to follow up. You climbed the stairs out of the conversation pit and walked past the boys who looked all like kicked scared puppies. You padded after Ramon having to step over the stream of blood marring the pristine marble. You tried not to look, but it didn’t change the fact you knew that was a person. No matter how demented and evil they were in life.

You couldn’t believe it. 

Ramon tucked the gun back into his belt and stormed into his bedroom. 

You followed him inside letting him close the door behind you, sealing your prison doors once again. 

Now it’s your turn to be reprimanded you supposed. 

“Sit.” He said pointing to his bed. 

You swallowed and walked over, jumping up slightly to reach the cushy mattress. 

“Ramon…” You began but he cut you off. 

“I told you to stay here!” He put this hands on his hips, “You don’t know what’s at play here! It’s not simple. It’s not just narcos vs cops. Miguel isn’t to be fucked with. He already doesn’t like us. We have a tax on his exports and he wants to get even with my family.” 

You had no idea. 

He just looked at you. 

“This is so much bigger than you think. I thought I could just let you run around playing the good guy, letting you catch a couple here and there. But you’ve turned into a massive fucking problem, you’ve put a serious dent in Miguel’s profit! If he finds out you’re here. You’re not safe. My family isn’t safe. No one will be.” 

You just blinked at him. 

“Please y/n.” He was annoyed. 

You just shook your head, “Why do you care? I’m just a cop. Don’t you have plenty of women to mess with? That aren’t in drug enforcement?” 

He chewed his lip clearly struggling with answering this himself. 

“I-“ He shook his head unable to look at you anymore, “I don’t fucking know.” 

He pulled his hair, “It’s like you’re burned into me! In here!” He pointed to his skull, “The more time we were away the easier it got, but fuck. That fucking drug…” 

He was looking a little deranged, “now that you’re back… it’s like-“ 

“Like it was before.” You finished, “You had no idea that the drugs would do this?” You waved your hands between the two of you. 

He shook his head, “No. Miguel said it was designed to be an aphrodisiac. Get people in the mood… not… this…” 

“Something is wrong with me.” He looked at you with wild eyes, “I’ve never… I’ve never felt this way about a woman before. Fuck… anyone before. I have to have you. I have to protect you. I feel like a fucking animal… I can’t even think like a man anymore. It’s like you’re everywhere and nowhere. I need you. So no, I can’t let you leave. I can’t like Miguel have you. No one can have you.” 

You felt your heart racing. It was already difficult sitting here without having thoughts about touching him, letting him do whatever he wanted with you. The baser animal instincts were starting to kick in and you have to snap yourself out of it. \

You nodded just craving to ease him, “Okay.” 

“You’re going to listen?” He asked in confirmation, “To me? And Barron?” 

You nodded, “Look, all I have is the force. My parents are gone. I don’t have any relatives here. I’m alone. All I’ve had, has been Daniel. If you want to send Barron to close down my apartment and get my things I won’t fight you. Just make sure someone watches out for Maria next door, she’s the little elderly lady with the dog. I’m the only one who watches out for her… I can live with that.” 

He nodded seemingly coming up with orders for the boys already. He was just happy that you were finally relenting. 

“But I want nothing to do with this.” You wave around at him, “I don’t want to see it. I don’t want to even think about it. If you can do that… then I’ll stay.” 

“No criminal activity.” He nodded, “Got it.” 

“And Maria?” You raised a brow.” 

“I’ll have Fredo check in on her.”

You nodded. 

He just watched you curl up into his plush mattress, drawing your knees into your chest. You suddenly looked so small to him. You didn’t seem like this mighty cop with her guns and badges. You just looked like the girl he had pictured for so long sprawled out in her bed all those moons ago.

You watched him nod and pace around the room a bit. 

“My brother-“ 

“Benjamin-“ You corrected. 

He raised a brow, “Yeah… min…” He gave you a suspicious look before continuing, “He’s trying to figure something out to get Miguels attention somewhere else. We’re hoping that works.” 

You nodded. 

“How do you know who Min is?” He asked. 

“Your files have come across my desk a few times.” 

“You never came after us?” 

You shrugged, “Just that one time, but it was an accident. We were just hoping for some lower tier members. You and Kitty just happened to pull up.” 

Now it was his turn to blink at you. 

“You could have found me.” He said in disbelief, “and you didn’t?” 

You chewed your lip, “I-I didn’t want to.” 

He scoffed, “You didn’t want to? What? Not horrible enough for you?” 

“Well, you do mostly kill your own. I’m not exactly going to stop you.” You gave him a sideways smile. 

He took a moment to process that… 

“The innocent civilians however…” You looked to the door, “Barron and his guys are probably more important to me than you.” 

He looked at you like he’d never thought about it like that before. 

“And as far as I could tell, Min’s never personally gotten his hands dirty. You could tell your sicarios to maybe try not to shoot innocent people… just aim for the bad ones.” 

He smirked and crossed his arms, “So who the hell have you been tailing this whole time?” 

“I figured I’d bust a couple of your distributers here and there… but focus on taking out Hector’s supply.” You smirked, “I didn’t want you thinking I totally forgot about you.”

That was like music to his ears… but that explains Miguel’s involvement. By you not hitting his own lines, you accidentally put yourself into harms way trying to avoid him… why did he find that endearing in a sort of strange way…

He sighed, “Oh princessa.” Why did he feel guilty, “You should have just come for me.” 

You smirked, “You wouldn’t have survived it.” 

“Oh yeah?” He raised a brow playfully. 

You nodded. 

He hummed, “Probably would have kidnapped you a long time ago.” 

You huffed, “I don’t doubt that.” 

You looked at him as he leaned against the window leading to the expansive estate outside. 

“Why didn’t you?” 

He quirked a brow, confused, “Why didn’t I kidnap you?” He fought back the chuckle. 

“Yeah. You could’ve. You disappear people all the time. I would have been easy for you. You could have had me caged up here a year ago.” 

He frowned, “Why do you think I want you caged?”

“Well you wanted me play your little informant. I thought eventually you’d send one of your goons to nab me off the street.” 

“I don’t want you caged.” He sighed, “I wanted you by my side, and in my bed.” You rolled your eyes,  “but your almighty justice wouldn’t allow that. You’re the only person I’ve met that didn’t take a bribe, and you tried to shoot me so…” 

You laughed, “Sorry about that.” 

“No. Don’t be. I tried shooting you too.” 

“True.” 

He approached you slowly, “I wanted you here. In my bed.” The sensual heat in his eyes made you swallow thickly,”  I wanted to keep you here the way Min has his wife…spoiled rotten.” 

Clearly he had fantasized about this, “Guarded.” 

He took another step making your body itch with anticipation, “Protected.” 

He stepped up in front of you like he was approaching an alter, “Waited on.” 

He smirked, “But I know you. A woman like you doesn’t take well to being domesticated. If you wanted it, I knew you would come. But you like your tiny apartment and those house plants, and the run down town. So I stayed away. But you just couldn’t help yourself. You crave danger. No matter how many times I sent my men to intervene and keep you out of harms way, you just kept finding yourself in the middle of it.” 

You looked up at him in shock. He’s been protecting you all this time? 

“Yeah.” He leaned down caging you in. As he pressed further into the mattress, it forced you to lean back, lying further into the mattress, “I was there. We killed so many men to keep you safe.” 

“Hectors?” You whispered nearly into his lips. 

“Hectors. Miguels. Amados… my own.” He leaned down to whisper into your ear, “No one touches what’s mine.” 

Your breath danced across his face no longer able to control your increasing heart rate. 

You gasped as he pressed forwards, forcing your legs open to allow him to press up against your heating core.

“When?” You breathed. 

He reached forwards like you were made of glass. His hand cupped your face, “Avenida Hidalgo.” 

You thought back to the memory. You had been pinned down. Daniel covering for you as the two of you were trying to back away towards the line. Shots rang out and you had thought it was your own saving you. You never saw the shooter, but just assumed. Now you’re realizing it wasn’t ever them. 

Ramon leaned down to press a passionate kiss to your forehead making you shudder. 

“Calle Zapata” 

Another situation where you should have been shot dead. You were hiding in an apartment, ready to bust another distribution. A sicario was hiding in the neighboring stair case, waiting to jump you, and had dropped dead suddenly with a slit to the throat.  You never even knew he was there.  In your shock you had assumed it was one of your own. 

You leaned into Ramon’s warmth as he pressed another kiss to your cheek making your face warm to the touch. 

“Calle Palma Dorada.” 

You’d been clipped. Your side was gushing blood and you were loosing consciousness. You thought your men had dragged you out. But Daniel had been convinced you dumped yourself off close to base camp. You swore you passed out five blocks away, but now you remembered the shine of the fancy loafers and the pressed pants as you had been dragged closer to your men before passing out. 

He shook his head disapprovingly before teasing your lips with his own, “I almost had Barron take you after that.” He sounded displeased, “I killed my own that day. They never should have gone near you.”

You relished under him. You couldn’t help but squirm around trying to get him closer. He laid over you, but it wasn’t enough. You shook your head and reached up to card your fingers through his luscious hair. You had missed the feeling more than you would have liked to admit.

You whispered, “You should’ve.” 

He growled and surged forwards seizing your lips against his own. There was no way in hell he was ever letting you slip away again.

You mewled and tugged on his hair pulling him closer to you, and you both writhed against one another finally giving into the tension. The longing. The waiting. 

Instinctively, he grasped your neck pinning you to the mattress as he dominated the kiss. He couldn’t help it. All he could recall was how you had felt under him all that time ago… he needed it more than air.

He pushed his hardening bulge into your core making you cry out into his mouth as he began to grind against you at an agonizingly slow pace. He wanted you as desperate for him and he was for you…

You bucked against him, pathetically needing to feel more of him. You nearly tore the buttons on his shirt as you yanked it over his head forcing him to release your mouth for just a moment, before surging forwards again to make out with you, with all of the passion in his body. It was hot. Ramon was fucking hot…

You ran your hands all over his smooth. He had put on some more muscle since the last time you’d seen him and it made everything inside of you vibrate. Fuck he’s strong.

He finally pulled off of you forcing himself to breathe while his hands found the neck line of your slip before he ripped it clean in half.

“Ramon!” 

He shushed you, “I’ll buy you more.” 

He didn’t wait before leaning down to pick you up and wrap you around himself. He deposited you further up the bed to keep your head cushioned while he stepped away to remove his pants. 

He couldn’t help but stare as you laid there in nothing but the red lace thong squirming around in his designer sheets. Jesus, he nearly busted in his pants. The sight was nearly too much to handle.

He shed his remaining clothes and climbed back into bed. He flipped you over going straight to grab and squeeze your firm ass. 

He leaned down pressing an appreciative kiss to your lower back before he slid your panties down leaving you completely bare to him. 

He gave you a little spank before flipping you back over and pushing your legs open to wrap around his lithe waist. 

“I want to take my time with you princessa, but I can’t wait anymore.” He pressed an open mouth kiss to your lips before sliding into your sopping pussy with ease. 

PART 4 HERE: TUMBLR WOULDN'T LET ME POST, FIC TOO LONG

🌺 Part 1 ~ 🌺 Part 2 ~ 🌺 Part 3 ~ 🌺 Part 4

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💵 Ramon Arellano Felix : Narcos Mexico

PULSE - Ramon Arellano x Y/N 18+ (completed)

🌺A hot new drug is popping up all over Tijuana and rookie cop y/n is the first on the scene. What happens when she's trapped in close quarters with the wild Narco Prince Ramon.

🌺Pairing: Ramon Arellano x Y/N

Warnings: 🌺 Sex!Pollen, dubious consent, enemies to lovers in you squint hard enough, p in v sex, oral female receiving, drug use, violence, canon violence, drug induced sex!craze.... Ramon is a wild man, he’s hot I’m not sorry for my actions :) (stop making evil characters hot if you don't want us simping)

🌺 Part 1 ~ 🌺 Part 2 ~ 🌺 Part 3 ~ 🌺 Part 4

Blurbs/Imagines:

~ Tipsy pool Ramon

🔫 BETO : GRINGO HUNTERS

🔫 Lines We Didn't Mean to Cross (18+)

Beto was your coworker. You may be harboring a small crush on the resident Casanova but up until now you've both kept it professional. What happens when your mission goes awry and you're both put in an impossible situation.

Warnings: PinV Sex!, forced intimacy, coworkers to lovers (kind of), undercover, gun violence, mentions of prostitution, mentions of human trafficking, crime rings, canon related crime, forced intercourse, fuck or die... SMUTTTTT voyeurism if you squint

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