𝐌𝐘 𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐄 // 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘩𝘺

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕨𝕠

"Marina, why the hell did you leave?!" I couldn't help but roll my eyes at Pachos yelling, pulling the phone away from my ear.

It had been about eleven hours on the road, nothing more to keep me company than a few magazines and some phone calls with Navegante who was dealing with the backlash of my antics. While I felt bad for him, I needed to get out of there and away from Pacho. It was a miracle I would even pick up the phone for him after he had already tried five times. Call it petty but I was simply giving him the same attitude he gave me.

"Oh please, don't act like I didn't tell you I was leaving for Bogota" I scoff, turning into one last street before I saw something that caused my stomach to churn.

A police checkpoint.

I didn't know why it made me worried, maybe it was the large number of officers at this specific spot, but I wasn't the one selling drugs. I was simply a pediatric nurse who got a bad name all because of her narco-kingpin cousin.

"I have to go"

"Marina-"

"No! I'm dealing with something right now so, just like you do all the time, I'm leaving you high and dry. Prick" With that I threw my phone down onto the passenger seat, straightening up as the number of cars in front of me began to grow smaller. Just three more cars before I had to deal with officers who would already know me just at first glance. It wasn't helping that I had locked eyes with none other than Carrillo.

I had a history with Carrillo, one that may not have been the best. In short, he had detained me once to see if I would try and do anything to help against Pacho, and though I hated what he did, family is the most important thing to me. And it kind of had to be when I was left with so little.

When I was dealing with Carrillo it was certainly not my best moment as I had gotten into a big screaming match with him and was almost arrested. I was lucky Pacho showed up just in time to bail me out. One of the only nice things he's done for me if I am being honest.

"I.D. please"

"H-Here" With shaky hands, I hand over the card. Even if I had nothing to hide I was still nervous, and the trembling in both my hands and voice sure wasn't going to do me good if I was dealing with Carrillo. And to make matters even worse I locked eyes with two other officers, though those DEA badges on their belts surely weren't helping my stress in this entire situation.

"Marina" I yelp suddenly, though the realization that it was just Carrillo coming back with my I.D. filled me with a sense of embarrassment. I quickly grab the card and fix my posture, trying to shake the stress away.

"Carrillo, h-hi. Am I okay to pass?" Carrillo gave me no answer, but instead left to the two DEA agents a few feet away, soft chatter coming from the small group. There was no way I was getting out of this without some sort of questioning.

I put the car in park and spent my time waiting for the next step fidgeting with my I.D. So much for a fun visit back to Bogota.

As I kept my eyes on the I.D., I couldn't help but feel another pair on mine. I look over to find a pair of blue eyes on mine. It was one of the DEA agents, his features and cluelessness—which was quite a cute sight—screaming anything but a local.

He had dirty blonde hair, and a well-groomed moustache to go with it. Bright alluring blue eyes I couldn't quite look away from, and for some reason I found myself growing more intrigued with that furrowed brow.

I must say this man was very attractive. Ever since my time abroad in the United States, I had found myself having a type. And this man was exactly it.