—
I stepped out of my house. Throwing my jacket over my shoulder. Javier met up with me around the corner.
"Idiot. You are an absolute IDIOT." he spit.
"Good to see you too Pena." I smiled and wiped my mouth, still being able to taste Vodka.
"What were you doing last night? Why didn't you answer me?"
I shrugged, "I got busy." I saw him look at me.
He studied me and my heart raced. His eyes briefly met mine, he raised his arm and he moved my hair to the side, "is that a hickey?" he sounded...mad?
"Leave it alone. I told you, I got busy." and bit my lip. I tucked my hair behind my ear and slapped his hand away.
—
My back was to the wall. I saw Javier smoking on the balcony. I looked out onto the streets at a city that seemed to be asleep.
This investigation was turning into a nightmare.
The streetlight shined on his figure. He was beautiful.
He shifted on his feet, and I checked him out and stared at his ass.
He turned to look at me and I quickly looked away.
"What are you staring at?" He asked, tossing his cigarette butt.
"You." I replied and locked eyes with him.
He paused for a moment, looking me up and down.
He shook his head and walked past me into his room, smirking.
"I'll see you in the morning Silver." he said and shut his door.
"Yeah. If I haven't been kidnapped yet." I said. Once again I'm left hanging on a string by this fucker.
—
I woke up to the sound of Javier getting fucked.
His groans echoed and so did hers.
The prostitute he claims is his information handler. He also claims he doesn't love her.
I was still exhausted, and sore. Very sore.
I don't remember the last time I got slammed as hard as I did last night.
I rubbed my eyes and thought about how this whole thing was going to end. One of us was going to die right?
My thoughts were interrupted as Javi climaxed.
I grabbed the cigarette pack he left out and snatched one and tossed it back where it was. Followed by a bit of shuffling and zippers,
I heard faint spanish speaking and the door opens.
"Hola." she walks past me and ruffles her hair, her hips swaying as she walks. I think her names Whitney.
"I thought you'd still be asleep." Javier said, tucking in his shirt to his pants.
"Surprise. I'm not." I lit the cigarette and let out a breath.
"Those are mine." Javi watched, he then grabbed the smoke from my mouth,
"Hey!"
I watched him as he walked towards the kitchen. He had on that sunshine yellow shirt I really liked on him.
His jeans showing off his ass nicely. I bit my lip and smirked, watching him leave.
—
I sat down and sighed. My office was crowded with papers from assignments and jobs I never finished or they became neutral and or died.
I stared at Javi's desk across from mine. He had shown me everything when I first got here.
I really liked him. Like, a lot.
But he had eyes for a different girl and thats what I have to accept.
I was interrupted by blue jeans and a striped shirt. A blonde idiot is in my vicinity.
Murphy sat down on my desk, he flicked his cigarette and looked at me.
"How was the club?" he smirked.
Handing me a coffee our fingers touched and I looked him in the eyes,
"Fuck off." I laughed and his hand met my shoulder as he walked away.
I watched him and smiled, turning back to my files and papers.
"You and Murphy weren't that close before." Javi said.
"Well we are." I shrugged, flipping the pages of the file in front of me.
"Why? Because his wife left?" His voice sounded sour.
My eyes flicked up to his, I glared at him. "No asshole. We grew up together."
I scoffed,
"Why? You jealous?"
I kicked him under the desk.
"You know it." he rolled his eyes.
His eyes met mine and he put his cigarette in his mouth.
—
I felt heat from the fire. We had been ambushed, Javi and Murphy were back at the station. Carillo was in front of me, bleeding out.
"Colonel. Wake up." I croaked.
I had been hit by shrapnel and glass, my face was bleeding and I know I have a bullet in me somewhere.
"Please." I felt tears sting my eyes, this man was everything to this investigation.
We were so fucking close to Escobar.
Trujillo was unconscious in the passenger seat, I saw the walkie talkie within fingers grasp.
I reached and heard footsteps, and glass crunching.
A foot found my arm, laying pressure. I groaned.
"a quien estas llamando? Más víctimas?" a hispanic guy with curly hair looked at me, I recognized him.
La Quica.
I turned my head and was met with Pablo. His face lit dimly by the car fire.
My eyes stung.
He grabbed Carillo, and pulled him up to his face. A bullet in Pablo's hand. My hands shook as I watched this and knew I couldn't do anything to help.
"Le diste esto a un chico, era para mí. ahora quiero devolvérselo."
I saw him throw Carillo, his body falling in slow motion.
He loaded a pistol with the Escobar bullet, cocked the gun, held his finger on the trigger.
"NO! Espere! Por Favòr! Espere." I cried.
Pablo looked at me, his gun still aimed at Carillo.
"no él, yo, por favor." I made eye contact. He chuckled, and fired.
I screamed, the gunshot ringing in my ears.
"You're next, puta." La Quica said to me, laughing.
I grabbed Carillo's hand. "C'mon man. It's a flesh wound."
I heard sirens. I ignored them.
I pulled myself onto his chest. Felt for a pulse, and although I knew he was gone there wasn't a reason I couldn't check.
I heard car doors close, and boots. Police. I turned and saw Javi and Murphy, they both looked at me with pity.
I hated their looks.
I hated blood.
I hated Pablo.
I heard footsteps and voices, talking to me. I didn't respond. I was angry.
I felt Murphy push Carillo's hand from my own, and I went numb.
Javi found my arms and held me. I let go of Carillo and held him back.
We got moved, well I did.
I was put into the back of an ambulance.
I felt the sting of the alcohol on my wound as I got checked out by paramedics.
I saw Javi and Murphy talking and they kept looking my direction.
I lightly pushed the paramedics hand away, "Ya know, I'm right over here."
They both started walking towards me, Javi spoke,
"Glad to see you don't have severe head trauma."
I smacked his arm, "Shut up Pena."
—
I sat at home, watching tv numbly when my phone rang.
"Yeah?"
"Hey. It's Pena."
His voice was so damn deep over the phone...it was hot.
"Hey. What's goin on?" I asked cooly, attempting to mask my hormones.
"Just calling to make sure you're ok."
his voice, ugh please keep talking to me.
"I am. Actually, I was going to ask you if we had anything about Pablo's possible whereabouts."
he laughed, deeply. "Already trying to get back into the game huh?" he let out a breath,
"Yeah his last known location was Bogota." He kept talking but I stopped listening. I focused on how deep his voice is, or what he sounded like speaking spanish into the phone.
"And he apparently has assoc-"
"Javi?"
"Yeah?"
"Can you speak spanish real quick?" I chewed on my bottom lip.
"What? Why?" he questioned.
Silence as I tried to think of an excuse.
"Are you trying to have phone sex, Silver?"
I choked.
"What? Huh? No. Why would I- What?"
I laughed nervously.
He chuckled darkly,
"That's off the clock activities doll."
I almost came.
"Funny Pena." I tried to reply snarky.
"Did you even listen to me explaining the case?" He asked,
"Uh. No." I said and laughed.
"Didn't think so, I mentioned Murphy in there and you were quiet."
I shrugged.
"So?" I said, realizing he can't see me.
"Good night Silver."
"Night Pena." I smiled, the line clicked.
—-
Murphy threw a pack of chocolate on my desk.
Get well soon. Puta- Murphy.
"Hey fuck you man." I laughed and he walked away.
"You need tighter pants." I glanced at his ass and back to his eyes.
"Quit staring." He sat down and looked at me.
I bit my lip and went to the file cabinet.
Pena's desk was right next to the cabinet so as I filed through, I felt light hands on my waist.
"Excuse me, Miss. You're in the way." Pena's voice shook my spine.
My face went red, "Sorry." I nervously stepped back.
"cuerpo hermoso." He sat down and flipped through files, not looking at me once.
"What? What does that mean?" Murphy chirped.
I had to sit or else I would've came.
Easily.
I knew exactly what that meant.
My fingers gripped my candy hard.
I bit my lip and stared at him, smirking.
"What does that mean?" Murphy interrupted my moment.
"He said pardon me in spanish." I spun around and focused on my files. Or at least tried to.
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