Strike Hard: Miguel Diaz x Female!Reader

Chapter 89- Coming Home

"Nothing?" Miguel asked, his voice feeling small in his throat. "That is the cost of doing business. That is the cost." Hector yelled, tapping his hands against the countertop angrily. Miguel didn't respond, feeling tears well up in his eyes. Carmen was right about him. He was a terrible man. Y/N was right. Mama had a reason for me not to meet him.

Hector exhaled, rubbing his temples. "Sorry. I got myself all worked up. I know what we need. Do you want chicharron?" Hector. Miguel shook his head. "No." He whispered. He couldn't speak, he couldn't move. He felt paralyzed. "Um...I'm not hungry. I should probably get going actually." He said. Hector frowned at this.

"Yeah?" He questioned. Miguel nodded. "Yeah." He replied. "All right. Chicharron for one." Hector said. Miguel didn't respond and turned around to leave. "Cuídate mucho, cabroncito." Hector called. Miguel turned and gave Hector one last look, before walking out of the store, hoping he never sees him ever again.

As soon as the door closed behind him, Miguel felt the tears he had been holding back fall onto his cheeks as he pulled his phone out of his pocket, his hands shaking as he dialed. Miguel placed the phone to his ear, hearing the line ring.

"Miguel?" Carmen answered, relieved to know that he was calling. "Hey, ma. I'm sorry. You were right.' Miguel cried. "Please, tell me you're okay, Miggy," Carmen begged, hoping Hector didn't harm him in any way. More tears fell as he answered. "I don't know, but..." "Miguel!"

Miguel turned around to see Johnny standing there, looking a little worse for wear. The FBI shirt he was wearing was ripped and he was sporting a bloody nose with bruises adorning his face. "Miggy?" Carmen asked down the phone. Miguel heaved a sigh, relieved to see Johnny, of all people, standing there. "I'm okay, Ma. I'm coming home."

Miguel ended the call and walked towards Johnny, sobs escaping his lips. Johnny held his arms out and Miguel all but collapsed into them, sobbing even more as Johnny held him. Miguel gripped onto him tightly when suddenly he noticed someone standing in front of Johnny's van watching them. It was Robby.
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"Nichols. So you've made your decision." Terry stated, his arms crossed over his chest. It was late in the afternoon, the sun just barely breaking the skyline, as it started to set, casting orange-gold shadows across the city. Usually at this time the dojo would be full with kids but it was empty, save for Terry and Tory.

Tory set down her trophy and turned to look at Terry, walking over to him slowly. "I'm back. Where's everyone else?" She asked, noticing that they were the only two in the room. "No class today. There's some business I need to take care of." Terry responded. Tory gave a curt nod before heading towards the exit. As she was leaving, Chozen, or Sensei Joe as she knew him, walked in.

The two exchanged nods before Tory walked out the door and Chozen entered the dojo. He bowed to Terry before looking around, noticing the empty dojo. "Am I early?" He asked. "On the contrary. Right on time. Fall in!" Terry called. Terry ran his hand over his hair as the 6 other senseis from earlier entered the room, lining up shoulder to shoulder. "It seems you weren't entirely honest with me, were you, Chozen?" Terry spat.

Chozen felt his heart drop. How did Terry find out? "How did you know?" He asked, his jaw clenched. Terry brought his hands together, similar to a prayer position, and started shaking them as he started to speak. "Have you ever heard of a man, Masataka Taketsuru? About a hundred years ago he moved from Hiroshima to Scotland. He studied organic chemistry. Then he returned to Japan with the secret of great whiskey. He build up his own distillery just outside of Kyoto. His brand, Suntory, the whiskey we drank last night, considered the best in the world. I've had the pleasure of drinking it right where it's made. And everytime I raise a glass with one of my old friends from Kyoto, we toast kanpai. So imagine my surprise... when my new from from Kyoto raises a glass, and says something they would only say in Okinawa."

Chozen glared at Terry. "Karii." He replied. "Karii." Terry repeated, his voice laced with anger. Terry turned to the six senseis. "Anyone who takes this man down gets the job and I will pay triple what I promised!" Terry yelled. The senseis all grinned before moving from their spots and surrounded Chozen.

One of them ran at Chozen first but Chozen easily took him down, sending a punch to the man's stomach. Another one tried to kick him but Chozen blocked his kick as another tried to attack him with his back turned. Chozen punched the man in the rib and threw him at the other sensei who accidentally kicked him in the face, knocking him out cold. 2 down, 4 to go.

The man who kicked the other sensei tried to run at Chozen but Chozen grabbed his arm and brought his elbow down to the man's arm, causing a loud cracking sound to be heard. Chozen threw him forward toward another sensei who accidentally punched him in the face, knocking him out. Chozen punched the other sensei, causing him to hit the floor and land next to the other sensei. 3 more to go.

One of the last remaining sensei ran at Chozen but he kicked the man in the stomach, easily sending him to the ground. The last two remaining senseis shared a look before nodding. The two senseis surrounded Chozen before one of them advanced forward. Chozen caught his arm and held it up as he kicked the man in the ribs, causing the man to fall to the ground in pain.

The other sensei fan forward but Chozen kicked him in the back, causing him to the fall to the ground, groaning in pain. One of the other senseis rose to his feet, clearly no smart enough to stay down. Chozen rolled his eyes and kicked the groaning man, knocking him out.

The man ran at Chozen but Chozen caught his arm, before forcing him to his knees. Chozen grabbed the man by his throat and squeezed ever so slightly, causing the man to pass out. Once he was down, Chozen surveyed the room, making sure all of the senseis were truly passed out. After he made sure they were passed out, he turned to Terry, his eyes burning with anger.

"Now we draw line." Chozen spat, his chest rising and falling fast as he caught his breath. "No more expansion. No more senseis. No challenge Miyagi-Do. Do not come near LaRusso family. You cross line, you will beg for mercy."

Chozen cast the room one last glance before backing away from Terry, making sure he never turned his back on the man. That was one mistake he would never make. Terry watched Chozen exit, a sinister grin forming on his face. This war was far from over.
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A/N: I hope everyone enjoyed the chapter! Hopefully, I can start having Y/N and Miguel interact some more now that Miguel is not in Mexico anymore. Can't wait to really get into the drama.

Translations:
¡Trataron de joderme a mí, un hombre exitoso! ¡Los corrupts manacidos en Ecuador hicieron lo mismo! = They tried to fuck with me, a successful man! The corrupt sons of bitches in Ecuador, they did the same!

Cuídate mucho, cabroncit = Take care of yourself, kid.