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Fire Meet Gasoline Part One

Javier Peña x Reader

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Part One of ? Summary: Your life is put on the line when you decide to become a CI for the DEA. When your heart starts to influence your decisions concerning the agent that you’re working with, you get lost in the flames. Javi worries that his growing attachment to you could spell danger for the both of you when he discovers that your brother is the right hand man to Pacho Herrera.

Notes: Two imagines in one day? *gasp* That’s right, I’m posting double for a Pedro Birthday Bonus. I have an unhealthy love for this man. It’s really a problem. This series is inspired by the song Fire Meet Gasoline by SIA. (And if you don’t understand why I picked it, just go look up the video. You’ll thank me.) And again, I’m not using any real facts for this, I’m only using the character since I’m making a different side plot.

Warnings: Violence, Language, and I might be getting a little steamy for this series (nothing smutty, but definitely more than suggestive)

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It’s dangerous to fall in love, but I

Wanna burn with you tonight

“You look magnificent.” Pacho exclaimed as you ran your hands over the silky emerald fabric of the dress. Your brother sat next to him and looked bored out of his mind.

“Do you like this one best, or the orange one?” You looked yourself over in the mirror, but there was no question. Green was definitely the dress.

“Whatever you chose, is my treat.” He smiled and you nearly tackled him with a hug.

“Pacho, that isn’t necessary-” Your brother started, but Pacho held up a hand to silence him.

“Consider it a birthday present to the brightest star in all of Columbia.” You gave him a glowing smile and left to change back into your day clothes. Blood or not, Pacho had become your family over the past five years. Your brother was his most trusted right-hand man and he treated you like a sister. He definitely spoiled you like one.

He was throwing you a huge party for your birthday that night and was sparing no expense. There would be flowers and lights everywhere and plenty of wine. Of course, you made him promise that there would be no product anywhere in the vicinity. Although it was the source of the extravagant life that you lived, you hated cocaine. The vile substance is what tore your family to shreds when you were only eighteen. Pacho understood completely and avidly commanded his men to keep the coke at the door. Of course, that didn’t stop your brother.

The night glittered with stars and crowds of your friends and your brother’s associates flooded the garden space, filling the air with laughter and chatter. The green dress hugged your body in all the right ways and you earned many intrigued glances from important men- along with jealous glares from their wives. You were the envy of the night. After all, it was your party. You promised your brother that you would refrain from dancing with any strange men, but he also promised not to get high and he looked perfectly content snorting the white powder at the set-up bar.

You scanned the garden for someone to dance with until your eyes landed on a man sitting at a table by himself. His black button up was partially hidden by his leather jacket. You didn’t recognize him, but he didn’t look out of place. You cut through the crowd and his eyes caught you coming towards him.

Of course Javier knew who you were. You’d been seen with Helmer ‘Pacho’ Herrera at multiple events, including the wedding that was attacked by Pablo Escobar. Your brother was Pacho’s most trusted adversaries. Luis was in charge of finding and tracking threats to the Cali cartel. Occasionally, he was in charge of disposing of them.

“You don’t seem like you’re having much fun.” You noted, taking the seat beside him. He gave you a smirk.

“I am now.” Javier couldn’t deny it- you were stunning. He could understand why Pacho kept you around. With those seductive eyes alone, he was sure you could charm your way in or out of any situation. Mix that with the perfect hair, the lips, the body… you were a bombshell. He looked around, making sure that the kingpin didn’t leave his sight. Luckily, Pacho seemed busy talking up a young waiter. “You must be the princesa of the evening?”

“Don’t let my brother hear you say that.” You snickered. “He’d say my head has gotten too big. That I don’t remember where we came from.” Your voice trailed off, slipping back into those memories. Memories of a little girl afraid of the dark. You pulled yourself out of those thoughts and your smile returned. “Tell me, dark stranger, do you dance?” You stood up, the silky green fabric swaying loosely around your hips. Javier gulped.

“I really-”

“Consider it a birthday present.” You didn’t leave him much of a choice, holding out your hand for him to take. Javi stood and shed his leather jacket, letting you pull him into the middle of the dance floor. Dancing wasn’t really the right word for it, but whatever it was, you were spectacular. You put his hands on your hips as they moved with the rhythm. All he had to do was sway along. There was something about him that kept you wanting more.

There was something between the two of you that Javier didn’t recognize. It wasn’t just lust, which there was plenty of as his hands roamed your body. His heart beat faster every time you looked at him and everytime you flipped your silky hair over your shoulder, he felt the urge to run his fingers through it. What the fuck was wrong with him?

“There’s something different about you.” You whispered, your lips nearly touching his ear so he could hear you over the noise of the party.

The music was almost louder than the gunshot. Almost.

Javi grabbed your arm, pulling you out of the way of the stampede of screaming people. Another shot had you scanning the crowds for the source. One of Luis’ friends stood over the body of a bargirl, blood oozing from the gaping whole where her eye should have been.

“Shit.” The mystery man muttered. Every part of Javi was screaming to shoot the bastard, but he knew he would be gunned down before he could take two steps. He needed to get out of there. Javi put his hands on your shoulders. “I have to go.”

“What?”

“I can’t be here.” He insisted. Javier wanted to stay. Goddamn, did he want to stay. But if Pacho found out he was at the party to spy on him and Luis, he would be fish food. Still, a part of him couldn’t just leave. Despite all of his better judgments, he collided his lips with yours. Something ignited, starting the slow burn you were sure would destroy you. He pulled away too quickly. “Happy Birthday, Miss Y/L/N.” You watched as he vanished amongst the crowd fleeing the party. You hadn’t told him your last name.

“Y/N!” A voice rose above the chaos. Pacho was shoving through guests, his eyes blazing. For a moment, you were actually frightened, not of the crowd, but of him. His hand found your arm and he dragged you through the running guests like fish trying to swim upstream.

“Pacho…” You struggled to keep up, his fingers digging into your skin. “Pacho, you’re hurting me.”

“Do you have any idea who you were just dancing with.” He said the word dancing like it left a bitter taste in his mouth. Your fear returned and he didn’t let go of your arm, instead grabbing the other one, pinning them to your sides. You’d never seen him act like this before. Not with you.

“Pacho, I-”

“The fucking DEA!” He spat. You blinked, shaking your head.

“What?”

“His name is Agent Javier Peña.” You knew that name. He’d spoken that name before. “He was the agent that fed us information whe Los Pepes was trying to take down Escobar.”

“I didn’t know, Pacho.” You insisted, his tight grip now bringing tears to your eyes. “I wasn’t in Columbia during all of that. You know that. Please, you're hurting me.”

To ensure your safety, Pacho had had you stay with Chepe in New York during the whole Pablo Escobar debacle. You’d overheard little details here and there, including the names of the DEA agents hunting Pablo; Steve Murphy and Javier Peña. The anger in Pacho’s eyes faded and his grip loosened, instead running his hands up and down your arms to sooth you.

“You’re right.” He sighed, straightening your now rustled dress. “You couldn’t have known. I’m sorry.” He pulled you into a hug, but it brought you no comfort. Your body tensed in his arms and you had to resist the urge to shove away. He pulled away and looked down at the blood pooling on the porch tile. He didn’t bat an eye at the body. “Somebody clean up this fucker’s mess.” You stared down at the girl, disgust building inside of you. She barely looked 18.

“No,” You said firmly. You pointed at Luis’ friend, Marques. “I want him gone.” You held your head up, trying to look as authoritative as possible.

“You don’t give orders-” Marques started, but you cut him off with a slap.

“And you don’t come to my house, shoot up with coke, and shoot up my waitress.” You turned to Pacho. “I want him gone.”

“Don’t listen to this bitch, Pacho.” Marques snarled. Pacho seized the collar of his shirt and shoved him against the bar, bottles shattering as they hit the ground.

“Don’t you ever disrespect Y/N.”

“Pacho-” Luis started, but Pacho gave him that deadly stare, telling him to back off.

“I will deal with you later.” He spat, turning his attention back to Marques. “You heard her. Now get out.” He let go of him, shoving him hard to the ground. Marques gave Luis a pleading look, but Luis had his furious eyes on you.

“Fine.” Marques stood up with as much dignity as he could and left. Pacho clapped his hands together.

“Right, I think that you all have done well at ruining this party, so you can all clean up.” He put a hand on the small of your back. This time his touch was soft, caring. But that didn’t stop the shivers up your spine. “I’m going to make the birthday girl a drink.”

Walking back through the yard, you noticed a lonely leather jacket draped over one of the chairs. You paused, picking it up, feeling the heavy material in your hands.

“Whose is it?” Pacho wondered, watching you slip it around your shoulders. You shrugged to cover your lie.

“No idea.”

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You didn’t know how early it was when Luis woke you up. It was still dark out, casting his face with menacing shadows. Since the party had ended early, you decided to get some sleep rather than deal with Luis and his bunch of now-angry high friends. Perhaps you had forgotten that you lived in the same house.

“What do you want?” You groaned, looking for the clock.

“Get up.”

“Luis, what the fuck-”

“I said get up.” He ripped off your blankets, exposing your thin nightgown to the cool night air. You were suddenly surrounded by men; more of his friends. It was until you saw Marques that your fear woke you up completely.

“What’s going on?” You raised your voice. Pacho was long gone, but maybe you could wake one of the servants. “Take your inmundicia out of here!” Marques covered your mouth with one hand and wrapped his other arm around your waste, carrying you out the door while you tried to kick your feet. Another man grabbed your legs, holding them together firmly. They took you all the way out to Luis’ waiting car. You were shoved into the front seat and Luis got into the driver’s side.

“You have humiliated me for the last time.” He spat.

“You’re high, let me go.”

“Shut your fucking mouth.”

“What do you plan to do, huh? Are you going to kill me, Luis?” His icy stare answered for you as he took off down the road. Your own brother. “Pacho will know.”

“Don’t worry about Pacho.”

You wanted to scream. You wanted to fight. But what could you do? Your only family was going to kill you.

Luis drove for another twenty minutes before picking a spot by the river. As soon as the door was unlocked, you figured you might try to escape one more time. You opened the door and ran as fast as your bare feet would take you, feeling broken bottle shards cut into your skin. Marques was faster and stronger, catching you in a matter of seconds.

“No!” You shrieked, fighting against his steel hold. Luis had the trunk of the car open and waiting. “You bastard!” You could already feel the darkness close around you even though the sun was starting to rise. “You’re just like him. You’re going to kill me just like he killed her!” Luis held up a hand for Marques to wait.

“That’s the thing, Y/N,” He grabbed a handful of your hair. “You’ll always be the little girl hiding in the cupboard. Still afraid of the dark.” He slammed your head down on the edge of the trunk and you felt the metal slice across your cheek.

“Luis, please. Don’t do this.” Him and his friends stuffed you into the trunk while one poured the gasoline. Luis threw the leather jacket on top of you.

“You liked it so much, you can die with it.” He snarled, leaning in one more time. “Say hello to father in Hell.” You screamed and he slammed the hood down. He was too high to notice that the sleeve of the jacket was caught in the mechanism, preventing it from closing all the way. But the dark was enough to make you feel like you were dying.

You’d been terrified of the dark since you were a young girl. Every time you found yourself in the dark, you went back to that night all those years ago. Even in the trunk of that car, preparing to die, you could hear his shouts and your mother’s screams, along with the sound of cracking bone.

“We have to get out of here before someone sees us.” A voice said.

“I want to watch the bitch burn.”

“Luis, we don’t have time, man.”

Luis let out a frustrated scoff and you heard the click of a lighter followed by the roar of an ignited flame. Tires squealed against the pavement, signalling your escape. The roof of the trunk was stuck and you pressed your hands against it, the metal immediately burning your palms. You recoiled, but you couldn’t give up. Smoke started to fill your lungs and you knew you didn’t have much time before the fire reached the gas tank and the whole thing blew. You winced through the pain and finally pushed the trunk open.

You wrapped the jacket around as much of yourself as you could and rolled out of the trunk, your legs only catching the flames for a moment. Hopefully they wouldn’t be as badly burned as your hands. You got as far away from the burning car as you could before your legs couldn’t move anymore. The explosion was deafening and would have knocked you off your feet if you weren’t already on the ground, feeling completely and utterly numb. The only thing you felt was the sting of the leather jacket slipping over the cuts on your arms as you put it on, trying to cover yourself. Your night-gown had torn and you were exposed in multiple places.

You felt something in the inside pocket and pulled it out. You cradled the small card in your hand, hundreds of plans suddenly forming in your head. Revenge on your brother, but more importantly, an end to the thing responsible for all the pain you had endured, as well as all the pleasure; cocaine.

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Javier felt like an idiot. Not only had he kissed Pacho’s Princesa, he had left his jacket at the party. The jacket with his card in it. If they hadn’t already known he was there, they did now. He was on his second glass of whiskey of the night when his phone rang. It was either someone from the department or his death calling.

“Is this Javier Peña?” A small voice said on the other line. It was a voice he recognized.

“Who is this?” His tone was harsh and to the point.

You gripped the phone with a trembling hand, earning strange looks from the drugstore owner. If he wouldn’t help you, you were done for. You smirked, trying to keep the fear in your voice in check.

“Someone who knows that you’re one hell of a dancer.”

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