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
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