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Withering Petal Chapter 9 (Armando x OC) Bad Boys

Chapter 9

The next morning came around, and Amora got up groggily before getting ready to do her morning routine so she could take Bowser for his sunrise walk. Typically, she took him every morning, but with how crazy things have been, not much has been on its usual routine.

She looked in her closet to find something bright to try and cheer herself up, especially after remembering the events that took place last night almsot feeling the way his hands covered her and caressed her as she sat in his lap crying.

"Ughh, how embarrassing, oversharing, and boohoo crying in the man's lap. Way to go, Amora,” she mumbled, pulling out a bright pink athletic romper and pulling it on. She sat down at her vanity looking at herself and decided to put on a little extra make-up to help battle out the roughness she felt.

She glazed her lip with lip gloss, pulled her hair into a low ponytail, sprayed on some perfume, and was out her room door to head downstairs to prepare Bowser’s walking bag. She reached the living room and started grabbing everything she needed and bent over to put on her shoes.

“Goood morning” She heard a deep drawl.

Coming up quickly spinning around, she grabbed her racing heart, seeing Armando behind her, leaning his left hip on the couch with his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants with that troubling smirk on his face.

"Geez, what are you a ninja?’ She asked, trying to calm her racing heart.

It’s not the first time he snuck up on her, and it’s not like he does it deliberately or she thinks, but he's always just... there.

"Nah, just a drug dealer."

She shot him a deadpan look, both of them knowing he's not your average drug dealer.

"Anyways, if you don't mind El Chapo, I need to take Bowser on his walk.”

He gave her a quiet curious look, and when she was about to ask him what he's looking at, he spoke, surprising her again.

“Mind if I come along?”

Her mind went blank at his question, like a computer that hit a buffer, creating an awkward pause—too long of a pause.

“If you do mind, I can just stay in here.”

"No, its fine, you can come; I'm sorry, it just took me by surprise,” she said, avoiding eye contact with him.

She really didn’t mind, but she just feels so embarrassed from last night. After trauma dumping on him. What are they even going to do—just walk in silence together?

That probably wouldn’t be so bad; at least nothing could run out of her mouth that would further embarrass her.

““I’ll go get my shoes”

He stated, quickly turning on his feet and walking away, leaving the distracted woman to her thoughts.

Coming back, he saw she was still in thought, wondering if it had anything to do with last night.

““You good?” He asked her, feeling concerned; he himself didn’t know why; maybe it was because it was the right thing to do.

He saw her eyes come out of her daze, and a small smile pulled her lips, but he could tell it was fake.

“Yeah, let’s go,” and she swung open the door and was out practically running. Again, confused eyes followed her, and he called out her name. She turned back at him with a puzzled look.

““Aren't you going to take Bowser?”

Amora stood there, still like a statue. Static silence filled her brain at the question.

“I can go get him for you...?”

“NO-.....” She yelled out, surprising them both.

“I got it. I will be right back." She spoke slowly, but everything about her was racing fast, her mind, her heart, and now her legs as she flew past him into the house and up the stairs into her room, shutting the door softly behind her, turning around and leaning on it, breathing out.

“Oh god, what am I doing?” she cried out at the shame running through her. She walked over to her vanity, fixing anything on her appearance that she could, trying to distract herself from feeling like a complete idiot.

"Ok, Amora, we were going to go out there, and we are going to be normal, okay? Hes just a regular guy who just happens to be a drug dealer and fugitive who comforted you on your sob story, okay?” She tried to pep talk herself.

“A man who just happens to be very fine and so far so completely different than what I thought—You know what be for real—I got this."

She took one deep breath in and sprayed a little bit more perfume on her before going out of her room and calling for Bowser. She didn't hear him upstairs, so she went down, continuing to look for him.

Yelling his name, she still didn't hear him until she saw Armando peeking his head through the front door.

“He came out here with me.”.

That’s different. She headed to where he was peeking through, and he opened the door, allowing for her to come out, and sure enough she saw that Bowser was out on the front lawn playing by himself.

“When did he come out here?” Amora asked, puzzled by what was happening.

“When you headed upstairs and was gone for a bit, I called him, and he came out here.”

Another confused look crossed Amora's face as she turned to face the man.

“You’re telling me that... he listened to you?”

He nodded, and she gave a quite hum. Since when did Bowser Event start to like him? When she was first training him, he didn't even answer to her at all.

"Okay, well cool, let me just grab one last thing and we can go." Amora told him before marching inside the house to grab her gun and any last item she needs for his walking kit.

Once she was done, she came out, and Armando was watching her as she put the gun in her pouch.

“Thats just for safety, right?” he asked her, and she looked at him with a small smirk.

“Unless you plan on giving me a reason to use it.”

He gave his own smirk, shaking his head at her, and they both admired each other, only looking away when Bowser gave a bark.

“We should go,” she quietly beamed.

“Yeah” Armando gazed at her, the sun rising brightly behind him. She felt a peaceful warmth fill her as she walked past the man shooting him a full smile.

Armando watched after her, feeling his own sort of peace, especially seeing her beautiful smile that he's starting to adore. He hasn't felt that in a while, but he definitely couldn't help but to stare at her ass swaying in the romper she was wearing; she looked gorgeous in that pink.

“You coming?” He heard her yell from way up ahead, bringing him out of the spell she had him. He knew he was going to enjoy whatever this was very much.

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About an hour later, the couple came back from their walk. Amora was telling him about different anime’s she would watch or her favorite movies. Armando is listening, taking notes in his head. Sometimes he would share about different places he traveled to with different deals that he did, which brought up talk about different places Amoras always wanted to go to.

“Believe it or not, I’ve always wanted to go to the Netherlands. I’ve seen videos and clips, and they just look so magical and unreal,” she starred out with stars and hope in her eyes.

He took a break from cooking them breakfast and started at her.

““What’s stopping you from going?” He already knew the answer, but he wanted to hear it from her.

She looked up from her sketchpad, that sadness now replacing that hope.

“You know why,” she huffed out and went back to sketching.

Not wanting to push it any further, he left it and continued cooking their food.

“What other places do you want to see?” He has asked, wanting to dissipate the cloud he sees storming behind her eyes.

“Well, I would love to see Japan; see what the hype is all about. You know, get a better feel for my parents. Another place I want to see is actually Ghana and Honduras, OH! I want to visit New York, but, in the wintertime, since I’ve never seen snow and the movies make it seem really special,” she continued, that light rising back in her eyes.

For the rest of the day, they continued spending time with each other, figuring out bits and pieces about one another. It was an odd but warm feeling for them. Never had they really had the chance to create a bonding experience in their upcoming or even really create friends. It was a feeling they both held on to through the day.

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It was finally late in the night when Amora came downstairs freshly showered in her pajamas to watch some TV. But she heard the TV already playing something. She quickly rounded the corner to see it was Armando watching Blue Exrcisot... shirtless.

She felt her brain short circuit at the sight of him lying back on the couch, one arm behind his head and his other near his groin, legs spread open even showcasing how big his legs were.

Her mind quickly traveled south of how she could easily fit between his legs on her knees, gripping those big thighs.

“Parece que te gusta mucho lo que estás mirando, Amor.”

She jumped at hearing his voice, feeling a tsunami of embarrassment hit, for what feels like the 20th time that day; unfortunately, it wasn’t the first time she got caught staring at him.

She walked over quickly to the couch, plopping down on the other side, away from him.

""Sorry, I just wasn’t expecting to see you in here,” she mumbled and grabbed her couch blanket to snuggle and watch the show.

It was quiet for all about 5 minutes until Amora broke the silence, curious as to why he was in the living room.

““Why are you in here? Is the TV in your room not working?”

Armando slowly looked at her and raised his eyebrow in question, and it dawned on her that it probably sounds like she didn’t want him in there.

““Not that it’s a problem—I actually don’t mind you in here; it’s just you never are. You can stay,” she wishes her words could’ve just stopped, but her lips kept moving.

“Only if you want to stay, of course, don’t feel like you have to know just because.”

“I just wanted to be in here with you. I hear you watching some pretty interesting stuff, and you said you were going to show me some of your favorites." Armando cut her off, with amusement on his face. She was so adorable when she was nervous; he would’ve let her continue but decided to give her a little bit of mercy.

““Oh. Okay cool” She sanked deeper into the couch, trying to calm her nerves that the half-naked man was bringing her.

“So who's your favorite character in this one?” Armando asked her, wanting to know as much as he could about her. Wanting to get closer to her, it's been enjoyable the time they've been spending together, and he's not afraid to admit that.

“Father Fujimoto” was her serious response, and Armando looked from the TV to her, unsure if he heard her correctly.

“The father? as in the priest?” He questioned.

Amora didn't look to him but kept watching the TV, trying to keep a poker face.

“Mhmm yeah, who’d you think I was going to say?”

“I don't know." He responded back to his regular cool expression, but the gears in his mind were running.

She let out a giggle from her lame joke, but it eased the nerves she was feeling. She felt herself relaxed, realizing she was still so tense from when she first saw him on the couch, but right now it felt as if she was just chilling with a friend.

“I'm just joking, while I do love his character, I'm going to have to go with Rin as my favorite."

She told him, letting out a few more small giggles and looking over at Armando, who was already looking at her.

“If you want, I can put on the movie they have and can explain as we go." He shrugged at her playing cool, but if he could be honest, that idea did seem really enjoyable.

“Cool, you like popcorn?” Again, he shrugged, but Amora didn't mind; she knew he wasn't a man of too many words. She got up from the couch excitedly and looked at him with the brightest smile he's ever seen her have.

“I'm going to make this the best night you ever had,” and before he could make a joke at what she said, she bounded away into the kitchen. He could think of a few ways to make this the greatest night he had, but for now, he's just going to enjoy the movie night that she's planning

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Hey puddin, sooooo sorry for the long wait on this chapter, I kept scrapping it not satisfied with how I wanted to build those relationship but I decided to leave it be as there will be more chapters for me to work on that, so I know this is a short-ish chapter but i really you hope you enjoy it 💕

[heyyypuddin]

Heyy puddin!

I wanted to send an update for the next chapter. Hopefully it’ll be posted by tomorrow evening, I keep scraping it and starting over but I don’t want to keep delaying it sooo yeah.

So I apologize for the wait, if you want me to tag you when it’s posted let me know. Have an amazing night 💕💕

[heyyypuddin]

Withering Petal (Armando x OC) Bad Boys Chapter 8

⚠️Trigger Warning ⚠️

This chapter does contain mentions of violence and strong language as well as horrendous crimes. Please heed if you’re sensitive to mentions of those.

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Chapter 8 

The next few days fly by like a breeze, nothing exciting happening. Amora’s been working on another big art project for a different client, so she’s been keeping to her office, and Armando has been basically living in her home gym. 

Every time she goes to see what the fugitive is up to, she finds him in there working away. Sometimes she goes sneaking peeks whenever he’s shirtless or making rather loud grunts, thinking she was being sneaky, but unbeknownst to her, he sees her every time. 

The week flew into the next, and Amora was in the room with Armando checking over his wounds. 

““You’re healing pretty well, which is great to see they were looking real nasty when you first came,” she inspected his shoulder, moving over to his side before backing up to change out the bandages. 

He hummed in response, comfortable in the silence they usually have while being in each other's presence. He fixed his position as she started putting on the bandages, scanning over her. He noticed she changed her nails to a light pink with clear textured designs, her toes matching the color. 

‘How cute’ he thought; he always found it so cute how she kept up with herself. It reminded him of his mother; she never liked going anywhere underdressed; she even found it disrespectful when women would come near her not dressed well.

He closed his eyes, feeling an ache from the thought of his mother. It made him want to run away. Even with everything she's done, he missed her. She was the only physical parental figure he had growing up, and even then, he barely got to see her. Another ache hit him, and he looked for a way to avoid the uprooting emotions. 

“Why is Victor looking for you? You mentioned it a couple times but never explained it.” came the question. It’s been bothering him for a while, but he never spoke on it, and it helped take the spotlight of his memories stabbing at him.

Amora's hands stilled on the second wound she was working on and she let out a sigh. Finishing what she was doing, she sat next to him. Looking at him with sad eyes, part of him felt bad for brining that look to her face, but he knew he wanted answers. 

“After my parents' murder, he took me with his cartel. "He-he” she stuttered, taking a few shaky breaths before continuing. 

“I was under his control for 12 years before escaping 4 years ago.”

“mierda” 

“Yeah, tough, right?” she breathed out in an empty chuckle. 

”Obviously people know that he’s a drug lord and was a mercenary, but most people don’t know that he was also involved in human trafficking.” 

This really caught Armando’s attention, his eyes enraged at the assumptions going through his head.

“Are you saying that you were….?” he trailed off, not really wanting to say the words. He may have killed people and dealt drugs, but he never put women in harm's way. In fact, in the Aretas Cartel, all the men respected the women highly, especially when Isabel Aretas was the leader; they had no choice, and if they thought differently... well, his mother would show them why they called her “La Bruja.”

Amora shook her head quickly

“So... he did it differently. Victor Ortiz is a very possessive man; he would make deals with these men and would trade the women, but before the other party could get too far, he would have them killed and bring the girls back. He always made it seem like it wasn’t from his group so that he could keep getting deals.” 

She took a deep breath in, glancing at Armando, seeing him fully locked in. She breathed out, feeling her hands begin to shake, clasping them tighter. Seeing her shake, Armando reached out, covering her hands with his.

""Listen, if you don’t want to continue, you don’t have o." She shook her head in reassurance. 

“Thank you, I’m okay; it’s just—I'm okay. Uhm, so, for me, I was favored by Victor ever since I was little. I’m not too sure why, but wherever he went, he made sure I was there by his side. He traded me a few times but mainly only did them as punishment; he would do it with the vilest men. Thankfully, before they could really touch me and do horrendous things, he would ‘‘Save me,” she scoffed at the thought.

“I won’t lie, I had it better than most women there. I tried to use my advantage by helping women escape, but often we were caught, and he would either trade them or kill the women in front of me. Sometimes he would." Her voice hitched, taking a higher pitch, trying to get the words out but was choking up. 

“S-sometimes he would--I'm sorry.” 

“No, its okay." She felt Armando’s hands caressing her, trying to bring comfort, but she knew she didn’t deserve it, not from all the horrendous things she did. 

Taking a deep breath, she rushed the words out.

“Sometimes he would even force me to pull the trigger or choose who would die,”

she choked out, her eyes turning red from the tears streaming out of her eyes, remembering times when victors' hands were gripping hers painfully around the gun, her trying to struggle out of his grip aiming at different women, some she got close to, but it was futile.

“Eventually I gave up on trying to help, and I only focused on myself. I tried three times, and after the fourth time, I finally escaped and found myself in Miami City. Sometimes I felt like he allowed me to escape; it felt almost easy, and I was right.”

She softly pulled her hands away from Armando, wiping the tears away from her face.

“After being away from him for a year, I tried to live a normal life; I felt it was long enough, and I was finally free. I met this guy, and he was so sweet, seeming so protective and genuine. We dated for about a year and a half, but it turns out he was working with Victor. He promised him two million in return for me,” she spitted out, feeling herself become angry over the hurt and betrayal on the day she found out. 

~~~~~~~~~Flashback~~~~~~

Amora came bouncing in the apartment with a happy smile on her face after coming back from a self-care day of getting a message, her hair and nails done. She couldn't wait to show Jay her new hairstyle. She decided for the first time to get knotless braids in a honey blonde color. 

“Baaaaaaabe, I’m hoooome." She called out, putting her purse on the couch, taking off her sandals, and walking through the apartment going to the bedroom. 

She found the man she was looking for, lying on the bed in nothing but black basketball shorts, her eyes scanning over his tall, dark brown body, and up to his face, his sharp jaw clenched shut, one hand twisting his curls and the other holding up his phone, texting, looking too serious. 

She got an idea in her mind and quickly jumped on the bed, crawling over his legs, straggling him, and snatched his phone, putting it up above his head, giving a teasing smile. 

“Notice anythi—.”

A yelp ripped from her throat at being pushed roughly off his lap and onto the floor, immediately snatching the phone back out of her hand.

“What the fuck you think you doing, Amora?” she cowered into the floor out of shock and fear at his outburst. She tried to play it off by laughing even though she was petrified by that reaction. He's never had a reaction like that with her, ever.

"Geez, what got you so serious? I was only trying to show you my hair,” she told him, getting off of the floor and going to the far opposite edge of the bed, trying to create as much distance from the raging man as possible. 

She watched him tower over her, glaring with seething black eyes, his pierced nose gleaming from his flaring nostrils. She felt as if she was in a ring with a raging bull charging right at her wanting blood. 

“Don't do that shit again,” he threatened harshly before storming out of the room, slamming the door. She flinched at the sound and blinked at the door, eyes wide, breathing quickly, trying to hold back the tears pricking at her eyes. 

Her breathing got quicker and choppier as she started hyperventilating at that familiar, dreadful feeling from when she was trapped. She stayed at the same spot, not following him, afraid of what might happen if she did. 

A couple of days past, Amora kept her distance from him, thinking he was going to apologize for his behavior, but he never did.

Eventually she rolled it off, thinking maybe he was just having a really bad day and she made it worse; ‘it was childish of me’, she thought, and decided to apologize to him for her actions, thinking it was going to get better. 

Except it didn't; in the blink of an eye, he changed. He was getting ruder, to her being more evasive. Yelling and cussing at her, sometimes she thought he was even going to hit her.

“Maybe he found someone else,” she thought, and the thought of that crushed her. ”Did I do something wrong? How could I fix it?” Some of the thoughts were going through her, but she continued on pretending she wasn’t going in pain. 

It wasn’t until one night that he fell asleep while they were watching a movie that she got a chance to see what was going on. 

He left his phone unlocked. 

Looking quickly at the phone and back to Jay, she whispered his name, seeing if he would wake up. 

“Jay, hey Jay." She even poked him, but he didn’t stir. So, she lightly reached out, picking up his phone, trying to be as still as possible, and when it reached her, she looked at him and saw he was still sleeping. 

She gave a sigh of relief and went to open up his messages, feeling that relief being ripped and replaced with a fear so tight it was like time froze. 

Victor Ortiz

Her shaking thumb hovered over the name before tapping on it to show the recent messages. 

Sunday around 8 p.m., you'll have her—Jay. 

Will you have my money? - Jay 

Are you questioning me? - Victor

No sir- Jay

Everything felt slow, her vision going blurry. She was going to throw up. She dropped the phone and ran to the bathroom, throwing up everything she ate that day. After a last hurl, she slid back on the wall, shaking. Everything felt cold but hot. Feeling pain in her throat, making it harder for her to breathe, she ended up lying on the floor, curling into a fetal position, when her breath finally rushed out of her, but streams of tears took its place. 

She sat there for maybe 4 hours before getting up, legs shaking but a determined look on her face with a plan of getting out before she came face with that devil. 

 

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Coming back out of her memories, Amora felt herself start to shatter, one crack at a time, until it all came bursting out like a dam.

She felt herself getting picked up and freaked out.

“It’s okay, Amor. I got you. I’m not going to do anything.”

When Armando's warm voice was brushing over her ear, she felt herself get placed in a warm lap, feeling strong arms wrap around her, his head nuzzling in the crook of her neck. 

She allowed herself to remain still in comfort, unsure of what to do, but the more he rubbed her back, the more she relaxed, letting her head fall onto his shoulder. Squeezing her eyes shut and practically slapping the tears off her face, she sucked her teeth, wanting to control herself so that she could finish her story. For the first time she could freely speak on it to someone. 

“I was so dumb and naive, I ignored every single sign there was, thinking the best of him in hopes of living that fairytale life... but I should've known better. That doesn't happen for someone like me,” she whispered out, hardly hearing her own voice zoning out again until she felt Armando's head shake bringing her back.

"Uhm, so that night I set up a plan and I drugged his drink.” Feeling Armando look at her in surprise, she quickly brought up her hands, shaking them, denying any accusations he could've been thinking.

”I only drugged it enough for him to fall into a deep sleep; I didn't kill him or anything!“ 

“Maybe you should've." He couldn't help quip, wiping away some of the tears falling down her round cheeks, and went back to rubbing her back.

A quick giggle slipped out of her lips at that and she whispered a quick thank you for his attempt at lightening the mood before continuing.

“I didn’t know where to go, so I just drove as far as I could. I found this abandoned house and found out who owned it, asking them if it was for sale. It was an old couple, and they just gave it to me. I took that as a good sign and blessing and immediately started to try to make money to make it livable, and this is living where I've been living for the past three years.”

“Where you've been hiding,” he corrected. She looked at him, slowly nodding her head.

“I try not to go out often, but I do when it’s necessary or when I need a little bit of normalcy. But when I do, I go disguised as Desirae and not Amora. It’s a small town, so I take extra measures, especially when it's for my fighting classes that I take every three months.”

He looked at her deeply, going over the events he had with her. Connecting dots in his head It explains a lot about her paranoia, especially when they first met, all the concealed weapons she had around, the fighting skills she practices, her alarm system, even her dog. She's just surviving, waiting for something to happen to her. That's the saddest thing he could think—such a waste for a woman like her to be hiding away from the world. Letting her become a shell, not fighting back, only letting fear whisk her away in life 

"Yep, so that's the story of Amora Johnson,” she muttered sarcastically. She knew it was very pathetic, seeing the look on the man's face. He was a man who was none of what she was. 

On days they both had nothing to do, she listened to the stories he told her of his past; he was a brave man, relentless, and didn't let anything get in his way when he was doing something. She admired him; she thought it was attractive, but she envied him, wishing she could be like that.

“Why didn't you do anything when you escaped, like go to the cops and report him?”” he asked her, curious of why she didn't take more action, why she just chose... to run and not fight back?

“I did... I went to the police station and saw familiar faces that worked at the station that would also be at the cartel, so I left before anyone noticed me not wanting to get caught, and I told Jay—my ex—but he lied obviously about helping me, so yeah. I didn't have friends either, one of the things that I allowed Jay to limit me from; he told me it wouldn't be safe that I couldn't trust anyone,” an empty, cold chuckle fell out of her lips.

“I was a damn fool,” she hissed, looking out eyes unfocused and glazed over.

It was silent between them again, Amora lost in her thoughts and Armando not having anything to say. For a bit, she sat in his lap with him still caressing her back until she snapped out of her daze and slowly got out of his lap.

Very quickly she missed the warmth and comfort of him, but knew she needed to head to her empty bed where nothing but nightmares waited for her, but she didn’t want to be weak in front of him anymore.

“Thank you... for consoling me,” she expressed weakly to him, head looking down, her hair covering her face. 

“Amora...” he spoke, but his words got caught; he didn't know what he wanted to say or if he meant anything, but he did feel for her; he knew that. 

“Yes ?’ She looked at him hopeful but scared of his reaction; it was the first time he called her by her real name, and she was fearful of whatever was going to come out of his mouth. 

“Thank you,” he spoke. A quizzical look crossed her face at the random gratitude. He gave a low chuckle at the adorable expression.

“Thank you for allowing me into your space and for trusting me with your story. I know we started off on the wrong foot, but you still gave me a chance and have gone out of your way for me. I just wanted to make sure you knew I appreciated it." His smooth voice was flying to Amora's ears like music. 

Amora's voice hitched at the appreciation. Emotions bursting inside of her but kept her self-calm.

“Just...don't make me regret it... or I'll have to kick your ass,” she tried joking with him, but she meant her word on not wanting to regret anything. She doesn't think she can handle another betrayal. 

“You won't,” came the serious answer. Their eyes were holding each other until Amora looked away, hiding the small smile on her face. 

“Good night,” she whispered to him before slowly walking out the door, giving him one small glance over her shoulder and shooting him a smile before she softly closed the door. 

His eyes followed every moment of her, until she was gone. He huffed out a deep breath, plopping back on the bed, reflecting back on the woman and all he learned tonight. 

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Authors note: Hey puddin! So this chapter went a bit darker, and it will probably be the last time that it does, so expect the next chapter to have fluff.

Also I see other people create links to their previous chapters to be easier to navigate, would you appreciate if I do the same, I’m new ish to Tumblr but I can figure out if it helps.

Anyways I hope you enjoyed it! 💕💕

[heyyypuddin]

Can you write a story about Mike get Armando free from being a fugitive by making him be a consultant with the Miami pd him having a one night stand with a girl on his first night back to Miami her getting pregnant witch leads him to truly want to build a relationship with his dad because he wants to be a great dad himself having him and the girl fall in love she can be 22 and a year old virgin them having a one night stand because she just dumped her cheating fiancé who was abusive and once he finds out she’s pregnant starts stalking her and threatening her

Hiii puddin! Thank you for reaching out, that’s one heck of a plot but once I get done with my story I’ll try writing that out, maybe like a short story of it! 💕

[heyyypuddin]

Withering Petal (Armando x OC) Bad Boys Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Amora and Bowser came back to the car 40 minutes later, finding Armando leaned back in the seat with his arms crossed behind his head and his small shirt riding up. She settled in the car and pulled off to find a store to get some clothes and necessities for Armando.

The ride was in a comfortable silence until Armando spoke up.

“Why’d you tell me that? What you said earlier?” Amora stole a long glance at him before turning back to the road.

“Should I regret telling you that?” She questioned him back at him.

““No.... I’m just curious; it was very trusting of you,” he said, pulling his seat back up and looking at her.

““I figured it'd help make sense, since I told you about Victor and... I don’t know if it felt right or relieving, I guess.”

She admitted it, and it did. She hasn’t spoken to many people in years, and she’s never told anyone about her situation—well, except one—in fear that they might’ve been working with Victor.

““So what happened when your parents died? What are you hiding from?”

She pressed her lips against all the questions he was throwing out, feeling a bit too vulnerable.

“If you were there when the cops brought down James, how’d you escape?” She ignored his questions and flipped them on him. She didn't feel ready to answer all his questions, and he wasn’t the only one who wanted answers.

He sat there silently, a blank look on his face as he looked out the window, debating whether he should answer her. But out of respect for her confiding in him, he knew it couldn’t hurt, and he figured she wouldn’t go running to the cops with all the chances she had.

“I was helping them,” he stated, seeing her head turn to him in surprise.

““They allowed you to do that? but why?”

So he started telling her the whole story of when Mike and Marcus came to the prison for help since he could identify McGrath from previous encounters with him and how Mike let him escape, avoiding the mention of his relation to the detective.

Amora listened intensely, letting him tell the whole story, but it was just one thing she was confused on.

“So I believe you, but one thing I still don’t get is why they would let you go. Why not just send you back to prison?”

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that Armando was tensed. He hoped he was going to be able to avoid telling her this information, but it seems she was able to catch the missing details. He clenched his jaw, almost feeling as if his mouth couldn't move, but he let out a big sigh, his eyes rolling to look outside the window as he answered her.

“He’s my father.”

Amora felt her mouth drop as she took her eyes off the road to look at him in shock. But he quickly looked back at the road, hearing a car horn, and swerved them into the right side, making Bowser whine as he slid in the back seat and Armando's quick glare at her reaction.

““Sorrrryyy! So sorry!” She cringed, apologizing to the car she almost hit and to her passengers.

““You’re his son?? Well, damn, that’s a plot twist." She told him, still in shock, but more questions popped into her head, the word spewing out of her mouth.

“So how come he doesn’t work on clearing your name? Why are they still posting you as a fugitive if you helped? Does he know where you’re at? Are you going to go to him when you’re healed?”

All the questions Armando had no answer to. He truly doesn't know; he felt lost, like a little kid. After busting his mom out of jail, everything just got weird and confusing. Even though it was years ago, he never healed from it. Could he even recover from something like that?

He doesn’t know, but one thing he did know was that he didn’t want to go back to Mexico, nor did he want to be part of that world again; it’s only going to lead him back to prison, which he never wants to go back to.

Is his father clearing his name? He could laugh at that. Even though he was there for him like he said he would be, he was still a cop and wouldn’t fight against the justice he knew he deserved for gunning down all those men five years ago.

““I don’t know” was the best answer he could give. A silence took over them again, and he looked out the window, seeing them pull up to a small shop.

Amora stopped the car and looked at Armando, thinking about the words she was going to say.

““I know we don’t know each other or even fully trust each other, but you’re welcome to stay... at my home, until you figure out what you’re going to do.”

The two stared at each other deeply, one hesitant and the other intrigued.

““Why would you do that?” The question came from Armando, wondering why this woman would offer that. Is she trying to set up a plan to get him caught? Who willing offers a fugitive a space to hide?

"Well, you helped take down McGrath, and for that, I’m thankful, especially after his betrayal of my parents, and you don’t seem to like Victor either, so I know you’re not going to help him find me; at least I hope you won't.”

Armando scanned her face, looking for any signs of dishonesty, but the dark beauty looked at him with those beautiful dark brown eyes, not hiding any of her feelings or intentions.

He nodded slowly at her and said, “Thank you.”.

She nodded back in response, slowly blinking before unbuckling her seat belt to get out of the car.

“Stay here; I’ll come back with a hat and sunglasses so you can get stuff you need from the store,” and with that, she was out of the car, leaving him and Bowser alone.

He looked back at the schnauzer, who was already looking at him. His snout slightly pulled back, releasing a soft growl. Armando rolled his eyes and picked up the treats Amora left in the cup holder, throwing two treats for the dog, who immediately ate some and looked at Armando with puppy eyes, whining for more.

“Quizás no eres tan malo” (Maybe you’re not so bad), he said, throwing the pup one last treat and turning back in his seat, waiting for Amora to come back.

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The rest of the day went smoothly; they came back to the house carrying multiple bags filled with clothes, necessities, and groceries.

“I’ll get started on making dinner, and after we’re done, I’ll take a look at your wounds to make sure they’re healing and to change the bandages.”

Amora spoke while flying around the kitchen, putting things away. Armando nodded and took his bags of stuff to go shower and change.

30 minutes later, he came back into the kitchen, sporting a black tank top and brown cargo pants. The aroma of food hit him, causing his stomach to growl at the smell.

It’s been so long since he’s had a home-cooked meal and actual real food; at prison, they only gave him questionable meals.

Amora glanced at him with a satisfied look on her face as she scanned over his new simple clothes and went back to cooking the food on the stove.

““Can you grab the plates from that cabinet? The food will be done soon.” She nodded her head at the cabinet next to her. He walked next to her, grabbing the plates out of the cabinets, and she got a whiff of him, her eyes almost rolling to the back of her head. He smelled so delicious. She unconsciously leaned into him—nothing more she loved than someone who smelled good.

““Where’s the silverware?”

Armandos asked, close to her, making her jump out of her thoughts, and she scooted away from the man beside her, realizing she got so close to him. ““Uhm, its in the drawers by the sink,” she pointed to the far left corner.

He walked away, leaving Amora with her thoughts. She eyed him wearily as he walked away and started to set up the table. She quickly looked towards the stove wall, scolding herself for what she’s doing. “Don’t go around getting attached, girl; have you not learned nothing?” She reprimanded herself; she wanted to smack herself but refrained, not wanting to look desperate and crazy.

She was physically attracted to him, no doubt about it; she can’t help that, but the last thing she needs is her emotions getting attached to him like some schoolgirl.

The last time that happened, she was betrayed, and that hurt her deeply, and she’ll be damned if she allows that to happen to her again. She’s older and not as naive. It won’t happen again, she told herself sternly.

She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t smell the smoke coming from the stove until the flames burst in front of her.

““HOLY SHIT,” she lept back, quickly trying to remove the pan holding the burnt peppers she was sautéing.

Hearing her yell, Armando immediately ran over, pushing Amora behind him, trying to fan out the fire, but all it did was make it bigger until Amora came back over with a fire extinguisher.

““Move the pot!! ” She yelled, making sure at least their main dinner wasn’t going to be ruined.

Amora pulled up the extinguisher and basically emptied the can on the fire. Once she decided that was enough, she looked around, making sure Armando was okay. locking eyes with each other, and out of both of their surprise, Amora started laughing. It started off small but quickly transitioned to her holding her stomach bent over, laughing, tears streaming down her face.

Armando let out a few of his own chuckles, but he was soaking the image of her in. She looked so gorgeous and so carefree. This whole time, he’s only ever seen her so serious, sad, and lost. He wanted to see more of this version of her.

Amora laughed, subdued into giggles, and finally stopped, a small smile resting in its place. Allowing the energized peace to wash over her. A feeling she hasn’t felt in a long while.

“I can’t remember the last time I laughed like that,” she beamed, but realizing what she just said made her a little somber. And just like that, the peace was fleeting, and the reality of her life came crashing down.

““I can’t remember ither." Armando agreed, wanting a way to bring that smile back to her face.

““At least the main dinner wasn’t burned,” he said, holding up the pan. A small smile was back on her face at the good news, and she quickly took the pot out of his hands to fix their plates.

Amora quickly brought the plates to the dining table, sliding Armando’s plate to him first, then setting her own.

“Before you eat, I just want to bless the food real quick,” he gave her a hesitant nod, and she quickly prayed over the food, parting with a quick Amen before digging in.

He watched her dig in, and he looked at his plate, seeing that it was some kind of chicken pasta. He smirked and cut into the food and brought the fork up to his mouth, and he felt his body explode with warmth.

Letting out a deep groan of satisfaction, Armando began stuffing his face, as if he hadn’t eaten for years.

The sound caught Amora off guard, crossing her legs. Ignoring the flutter in her lower stomach, and continued taking small bites of her own food while watching the man devour his plate.

“Would you like a second plate? She was impressed with how clean the plate was in less than 5 minutes.

He nodded quickly, and she got up, grabbing his plate to serve him another.

““How long have you been in prison again? She asked him as she walked back to the diner table.

”5 years”

“Wow, that kind of explains your reaction, but I’ll just take it that my food is very good,” she half joked with him.

He quirked his eyebrows at her newfound sense of humor. “ “It was very good, but I couldn’t help but notice you made'marry me chicken’. Is there something I should know, mi amor?”

Amora wanted to fall into a puddle. Equally from the embarrassment of the meal name, but also from how he taunted her with that smooth voice again.

““Yes, you should know that I don’t like you calling me that, and I was planning on making this before you intruded,” she played off, trying to regain the small confidence she had.

""Anyways, if you’re done taunting me, I need to check on your wounds.”

He smirked at her, getting up from the table to clean his plate before going to the guestroom and brushing past her. She waited till he was out of the kitchen to do the same, trying to catch her breath that kept running away from her whenever she was close to that man.

“What have I gotten myself into?” She muttered out loud, following the man to the room.

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Withering Petal (Armando X OC) Bad Boys chapter 6

Chapter 6 

The morning came all too quick for Amora as she rolled out of bed after getting absolutely no sleep due to the events from last night, between debating if she should call the cops and her nightmares. 

Coming out of a long 30-minute steaming hot shower, she did her usual beauty routine, needing some normalcy. After seeing what her neck looked like, she put on her black satin jumpsuit that had a halter top scarf and gently wrapped it around her neck. Thankfully, the bruise wasn’t too bad, but it was kind of sensitive.

Once she was done getting dressed, she put on the last bit of her make-up and jewelry, and she ran downstairs to start prepping her breakfast but was quickly met with a shirtless, mummified Armando going through her fridge.

Mouth agape at the scene in front of her, she quickly found some words to spew at the man: “What the hell are you doing in my fridge, and how'd you get out of the room!?” 

Armando stepped out of the fridge, holding sandwich ingredients and placing them on the counter next to him before shrugging nonchalantly and fixing his food.

“I'm hungry, so I came to the kitchen... to eat,” was the deep response. Goodness, his voice was like coffee to her—smooth and mouthwatering to hear. 

She looked to the guest room door and saw the stopper she had was all bent and broken. She squeezed her eyes shut, took a deep breath, and calmed herself.

"Armando, we both agreed that you would stay in the room until I took you out.” 

“Thats right, we did,” he hummed in agreement with her.

She stared at him, completely stumped by what to do in this situation with this man—this criminal—who is always escaping everything she traps him in. She couldn't even think of anything to say; she was never the quickest with wit. Instead, she focused her thoughts on her errands that she needed to run and what she was going to do with the man. 

Said man was watching Amora with his side eye while he was eating his sandwich. He couldn't figure out much about her. Besides her obvious beauty, he could see that she was quiet and reserved, maybe even more so than he was. Given how her house was the only one nearby for miles or how she didn't even have pictures around the house of friends, family, or even herself, he could tell she was a lonely woman. 

The only other things he could grasp were that she cared for her dog, her self- vanity by how she's always looking in the mirror trying to fix her appearance, and her art. All the paintings and trinkets he's seen in the house when he was snooping have the same style and feel, and they all have the same tiny signature: ‘ The letter A in a heart shape is connected to the cursive letter J. 

She was like an enigma to him, and even more so since she exposed her connection to Victor “El Segador’. How could a woman like her be involved with such a twisted man? He has no idea. His family had their own dealings with the man, and they've always tried to keep transactions with him very small. Even his own mother hated the man; she always said

”Está sin honor, sin respeto, ni siquiera el diablo camina con él." (He’s without honor, without respect; not even the devil walks with him.) 

He carefully watched Amora as she picked up her cell but relaxed when he realized she was on the phone with the vet, seeing about making an appointment for the stupid dog. He made sure to check on the wound that the little shit gave him this morning to make sure he was good. 

“Are you sure he will be, okay? Will he need medication? .........yes, he can walk he's just limping......I understand, but if you don't mind swinging by the office just to make sure he's good, I would really appreciate it. Thank you, Mrs. Swanson. Okay, bye, see you soon.” 

He continued staring at her, unashamed, not looking away when she met his eyes. She narrowed her eyes at him, tossing her hair over her shoulder. 

“Can you go find a shirt to put on, please? I need to go out, and you're not staying here alone. Plus, we need to get you some clothes and whatever else you need,” she told him, trying not to get flustered over how it felt just a little bit intimate, with her having a half-naked man in her kitchen, talking about running errands. 

Armando felt a small smirk breakout on his face at the flustered woman, and part of him couldn't help but tease.

“Don't lie and tell me you're not enjoying the view, mi amor.” 

Her face tightened at hearing him call her ‘Mi amor’, feeling his smirk deepen a bit more at getting under her skin.

“My name is Amora, and I don't like staring at men who like to put their hands on women.” 

His smirk faltered a little at the accusation. He stepped away from the counter, prowling up to Amora, seeing the worry cross her face but standing her ground as he got closer to her.

“Oh mi amor, see, you got it all wrong... The only time I put my hands on a woman,” he breathed out, bringing his face down closer to her, leaving only an inch between them, his voice getting deeper and more suggestive. 

"Is when she's on her knees, begging for it” 

A quiet gasp released from Amora’s lips, brushing over Armando’s. Her eyes were snapping wide, and her face was getting extremely hot as the words he spoke were bouncing around her brain, hearing every single word he said in that sentence. 

Her heart started beating so loudly that she was sure he could hear it, and she knew she should say something back or even do something, but she was truly left speechless and confused. 

Armandos eyes were gleaming with smugness at her lack of words.

“¿Qué pasa amor? ¿El gato te comió la lengua?” (What's the matter, love? (Cat got your tongue?)

Amora snapped out of her daze and pushed him back, face gleaming with anger and something else.

“You know, you got a problem with personal space” she lamely hissed at him and turned around, calling for bowser so that they could go, Armando stood there gazing at hips saunter bringing his eyes to her toned bare back, his eyes going lower to her voluptuous ass.

“Stop standing there and hurry up; it’ll take us an hour to get there,” she yelled at him without turning around. 

He let out a short chuckle and responded back, heading back to the room.

“Whatever you say, mi amor.”

He heard her let out a small growl, hearing her turn around to retort, but he got to the room door and looked at her, sending a wink, shutting the door before she could say anything back.

Amora's face tightened into a snarl,hands balling into a fist, at the man getting the last word. He’s going to drive her crazy.

She heard Bowser's collar jingle, and her head snapped to where it was coming from, and she saw him limping from the living room, her mind coming off from what just happened.

Her heart warmed and her face softened upon seeing her baby, and she went to pick him up to go take him to the car. But not before grabbing some of his treats since car rides weren’t his favorite. 

“It’s going to be okay, baby, you got this,” she wooed at him before placing him back down to put on her favorite black-pointed toe heels and grabbing her car keys. 

Picking up Bowser again, she made her way to the back of the house, passing by her home gym and to the garage, opening it up, letting the sunlight fill in the room, and on her second baby, her blacked-out AMG GT Mercedes. 

She unlocked the door and carefully manured Bowser into the small of the back seat and gave him a treat to get him comfortable, and she turned in the car to have the AC start to battle off the Florida heat. 

“Nice car” came from directly behind her, causing her to snap up and turn. She came eye to eye with Armando, who was wearing a white plain t-shirt that was also tight on him with the dirty boots he showed up to the house in. 

Upon realizing he would have to get in her car with those dirty shoes, she passed him shoe booties to cover his feet. Confused, he grabbed the booties and looked at her weirdly.

“You’re not going to get in my car with those on,” she said, giving his shoes a pointed look before crossing her arm under her chest bringing Armando’s attention down to her breast seeing the thin satin jumpsuit hiding her hardening nipples. 

Catching his eyes, she cleared her throat and brought her arms up higher trying to cover her chest. He peered back at her face and smirked, walking over to the passenger side, leaving Amora standing there, her heart slightly racing and her stomach tighenting.

She shook her head, wondering what her problem was. Not understanding the way he makes her feel. Amora, get it together, girl. We were just fighting not even 24 hours ago,” she reminded herself. 

Brushing off the tension she was feeling, she got in the car and headed to town, hoping for a smooth ride.

~~~~~40 minutes later ~~~~

 

It definitely was not a peaceful ride. Bowser kept growling at Armando and trying to snip at him whenever he could. 

“¡Maldición! Control your damn dog!” (Damn it!)

Like now. Amora tightened her hands on the wheel out of annoyance at having to deal with these two. 

""Well, maybe if you hadn’t hurt him, you wouldn’t be in this position now, would you? BOWSER SUWARU!” (Sit!)

She scolded the two. Bowser whined before sitting back down in his seat, and she saw Armando snap his head at her before relaxing back in his seat. 

“Why do you teach him Japanese commands?” came the question from the man next to her. She gave him a quizzical side eye before answering him. 

“In case I’m ever attacked and he’s helping, they can’t try to command him. Most people don’t know Japanese, plus it’s his suit name.” She finished out. 

“His name?” He inquired, raising an eyebrow at her. 

"Yeah, he’s named after Bowser, from Mario, which was created in Japan.” 

Armando gave a quiet hmm after getting his answer but continued listening as Amora kept talking. 

“My father loved Nintendo; he and my mom visited Japan often. When I was younger, he’d always bring me a gift, and I always loved when he brought Bowser teddy bears, outfits, and all the merchandise. 

Armando gazed at the woman before him who was opening up. He didn’t know why, but he wasn’t going to stop her, plus he was actually quite curious about her. 

“Where are your parents now?” He asked, wondering why he hadn’t seen any photos of them or even a phone call. 

“ Dead” 

Oh. Silence hung over them. He glanced at her, seeing her knuckles turn white from gripping the wheel.

““I’m sorry for your loss,” he replied slowly and genuinely. He too knows how it feels to lose parents. The pain of losing his mom was still with them, especially with how it went down, never forgetting her face as she shot him and then seeing her go down by that cop. A pain struck through his heart at the memory.

““Thank you, they died when I was 10... well, actually, they were killed….by Victor.” 

That brought him out of his painful memories, and his head snapped to Amora. 

““What?” He frowned, seeing her eyes narrow and well up at the information she just dropped. She looked at him and quickly looked back, sniffing.

“Victor Ortiz murdered my parents; they were DEA agents working on a case to bring him down. They were actually close to busting him when James McGrath ratted them out. We gave out our information, and Victor and his gang came and invaded our home one night, killing my parents.”

They pulled up to the pet clinic, and Amora just sat in the seat, shoulders tense, looking straight ahead, ignoring the eyes she felt burning into her head.

After a minute of sitting in silence, she put the car in park, flipping down the mirror to make sure she’s looking good before unbuckling her seat belt and getting out and helping Bowser out of the car. 

““Stay in the car; it shouldn’t take long for his leg to be checked,” she instructed the stunned man in his seat. 

He nodded mutely, and she shut the door, prancing inside with Bowser in her arms. He watched her until she disappeared from his vision, questions firing off in his head, but the main one was: if her parents were killed, what happened to her? 

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Authors note:

Hey puddin! That was chapter 6. I hope you liike. I’m trying to move Armando and amor relationship a bit quicker so hopefully it doesn’t feel rushed. But now we know a little bit more about her past yaay!

Also I’m making Armando very flirtatious because in the new movie we do kind of see that he’s shameless (like his damn daddy) specially with that scene when he told Kelly she was fine…. In front of her man. So hope he doesn’t feel too out of character

Anyways I hope you enjoyyy, hopefully I’ll have chapter 7 out by tomorrow night or Monday morning 💕💕

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Previous parts Teaser Pt.1

I'm sorry about the wait and from now on ill post one or two parts a week. I had a really busy week and this chapter takes things a little slow but next chapter will be really good. Thank you for reading, liking, and reblogging. Enjoy <3 - Astr0n0va 2,207 words

The next morning you woke up feeling certain things. You hadn’t even fully woken up and you started thinking about Armando and the events of last night. As your mind created thoughts and fantasies with him you started to lead your hand down your waistband and past your panties. But then there was a knock at your door. You retrieved your hand and groaned before getting up.

You opened the door to find Kelly standing there with a toasted bagel topped with cream cheese and a cup of Orange juice.

“Morning Y/n do you have anything to tell me?” She asked, holding out your breakfast. 

But as you went for it she pulled it back before you could reach it. You looked at her and she raised her eyebrows telling you to tell her. You took a peak in the hallway making sure Armando wasn’t anywhere near. Then you fully opened the door and let her in.

“Fine, come in.” You said before shutting the door.

She handed you your breakfast and as you started eating she started talking.

“ Well, I don’t know I found it strange that when I woke up at like 11 at night to get some water I made my way to the kitchen but you weren’t there. So I thought she must be in her room, but when I checked you weren’t in there either. So where were you missy?” She asked before stealing a bite of your bagel.

“First of all I thought this was my breakfast, and you can’t tell anybody but I was washing dishes and Armando offered to help and we started building something. Then I was giving him the house tour and I was showing him the garage and he asked if he could bring his bike in, and I was like yeah. Then we kind of went on a little late-night ride. After that, we come back and obviously, I’m thanking him and he’s like anytime princess.” You explained.

When Kelly heard the last sentence her eyes went wide.

“ I didn’t think of him to be a little sweet talker.” She said while changing positions to get a better view of you.

“But that’s not all because then it was like 12 or 1 in the morning and I felt a little thirsty. So I make my way downstairs to get a water bottle and find him shirtless in some pajama pants also looking for water. So then I’m asking him what he’s doing up and all that. Ok so he ended up putting the water case in the fridge, and then as I’m walking upstairs he’s behind me. And then I’m like good night Armando, and he’s like a goodnight princess. When I tell you my heart was down to my ass at that very moment I mean it.” You before taking a drink of your orange juice, as the storytelling of your night made you thirsty.

“So are you going to fuck him?” Kelly asked shamelessly.

“When you say it like that it makes me sound like a slut.” You said while getting up to pick out your outfit for today.

“Oh I’m sorry do you plan to make love with him Y/n?” She said while putting quotation marks around making love.

“Thank you, but I don’t know. He works with me. It's not like I can have sex with him and then see him every other day and act like nothing happened. So I’m not sure what I’m doing with him yet.” You said while pulling out a bikini from your mini suitcase.

“Ok just be careful whatever you do. I don’t want to see you get hurt, especially by him.” She said while coming closer and looking at the clothes you had picked out.

“See now this is what I am talking about you need to show off your body more. It's a shame that you hide it underneath all those baggy tees and sweatpants.” She said while peaking through your bag.

“Okay Kelly message received, but about what I just told you please don’t tell anyone.” You said begging her.

“ I won’t trust me. But as of right now, you need to get ready so we can fucking go.” She said before placing a slap on your ass.

“owwwww Now I’m going to get you back for that bitch.” You said to her before she grabbed your cup and started to walk out of the room.

“ oh come on you know you like it princess.” She says trying to mock Armando.

You grab a pillow and quickly throw it at the door but she closes it before it can make contact.

After you showered you put on your red 2 piece bikini and threw on a pair of jean shorts and a crop top. You put your hair in a claw clip, apply your lotions, oils, and perfume, and then slip into your sandals and make your way downstairs.

On the couch sat Rafe, Dorn, and Armando on their phones. But as soon as you went to turn around Kelly was right coming down.

“Can we take your car Y/n?” Asked Kelly.

“Yeah, sure. But how many Jet skis did you rent?”

“I think 3.” She said while grabbing your keys.

“But there’s 5 of us.” You said questioning her choice.

“Yeah me and Dorn on one, Rafe on one, and it was supposed to be you and Rita on one but since she’s not here your choices are Armando or Rafe.” She said with a smirk.

“Ride with me Y/n.” Said Rafe with a wink.

“Rafe I value my life and my safety so no, I’m not riding with you.” You said while turning to him with a smile.

“Then you are riding with Armando.” Said Dorn, sending you a smirk from across the room.

“Are you okay with that Armando?” You asked him.

“Yeah.” He said with a nod.

“Okay then everyone grabs your stuff and we are leaving in Y/n’s car,” Kelly said while turning off some lights and walking into the garage.

You went and locked the back doors and the front door. This made you the last one in the car. When you got there you noticed Dorn in the driver seat and Kelly as the passenger, this left you to ride in between Armando and Rafe.

>>> skip to the beach

You and Kelly rented a locker to put your stuff in. And as you finished putting your purse and valuables in there you noticed Kelly taking off her clothes revealing her swimsuit.

“Why’d you take your clothes off now?” You asked her.

“Why wouldn’t you take them off now?” She asked while taking off her shoes and placing them in the locker.

You took the message and took off your shorts and your crop top leaving you in your red two-piece. You slid your shoes off and grabbed your glasses before walking out to the rental shack with her.

The guys eventually came and you all divided into your pairs. Then as you got your life vest you looked over to your assigned Jet ski and saw Armando waiting for you. He wore some black swim trunks leaving his toned chest out, and around his neck 2 layered gold chains. As you made your way over he kept his eyes on you as you walked towards him.

“Do you want to drive it first or do you want me to?” He asked.

“You can drive it because I don’t know how to.” You replied.

He then proceeded to get on and then you got on behind him. As he took off you re-adjusted yourself bringing yourself closer to him.

“You can’t put your arms around me I don’t bite.” He said with a small chuckle.

You looped your arms around him and as he took off speeding up you leaned your head on his back holding on to him firmly. After a few swerves and 10-15 minutes of riding Armando convinced you to try to drive it.

“You sure. I don’t want to flip us or anything.” You said while he got off and waited for you to scoot up.

“We will be fine, princess let’s go. I got you if anything.” He said while hopping in behind you.

You put your hands on the 2 handlebars and as soon as you are about to start applying pressure you feel Armando’s body come into contact with you, and his hands go over yours guiding the jet-ski.

Due to his body being bigger his hand just covered yours and helped you guide, and steer the Jet Ski in the right direction.

His scent was strong even though the smell of saltwater should have faded. You saw Keely and Dorn and steered their way with the help of Armando. Before you noticed Rafe was also coming in.

“Y/n how about a little race?” Asked Kelly.

“I don’t know I’m not…” you were cut off by Armando.

“To where?” Asked Armando.

“Rafe, go out,” Kelly said.

After that Rafe steered out about 1/4 mile out.

“What the fuck?” You said while looking back at Armando.

“It’s okay princess we got this just trust me.” He said tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

You swallowed hard and just looked forward again.

“So are we on 1/4 mile?” Asked Kelly.

“We’re on,” Armando replied.

“Alright then when Rafe gives the signal we go.” She said, adjusting herself as Dorn let out a nervous laugh.

“Guys it’s just a friendly race, don't forget that,” Dorn said trying to lower the competitiveness between Armando and Kelly.

“Yes please don’t forget.” You added.

Kelly and he brushed off you and Dorn’s comments and kept their focus on Rafe waiting for him to give the signal. When he did Armando applied pressure onto your hand making the jet ski go faster, this made you sink back into him the farther y’all got. 

Dorn and Kelly were a bit behind you guys but slowly catching up, so Armando decided to swerve the Jetski to get more water on them. So they would slow down and lose. 

But on the last swerve to get back into the side you were both originally on he ended up applying too much force. This caused the Jetski to flip.

Everything happened so fast that you didn’t realize when your body hit the water. The only thing you could acknowledge was that Armando had his arms around you. 

He pulled you up, helping you stay afloat and stay above water before he made his way to the Jetski and flipped back over trying to help you get on. He helped you push yourself up and back to the seat, and then he used his upper body strength to pull himself up. 

“You guys okay?” Says Dorn.

“I would have felt better if we would have won.” You replied.

“You almost drowned and you worried about winning.” Says Rafe while checking his phone.

“No first off my life vest saved me and Armando made sure I wasn’t underwater for a long time.” You said trying to make the situation better.

“Whatever, we have to go, we have to get ready for tonight. And we also have to eat.” Kelly said.

“Yeah, fine let’s go,” Rafe said before putting his phone in the seat compartment and steering off. Then Kelly and Dorn followed.

“Do you still want me to drive back to shore?” Armando asked you. You could feel some of the guilt through his words. 

“Yeah, so we should probably switch,” you said while trying to stand up and keep the Jetski balanced.

You both switched seats, sending him to the front and riding on the back. You wrapped your arms around him and he started steering to the shore. I decided to break the silence.

“Armando.” You said hoping he would respond. 

“Hmm?” He said, keeping his gaze to the front. 

“ You know it’s not your fault it happens to most of us it's ok.” You said as he slowed down as y’all came close to the shore. 

He still wouldn’t look at you or look your way. You got off of the jet ski and took off your life vest. He did the same while not looking at you. 

“Armando, can you take this back for me?” You asked, trying to force some type of interaction.

He nodded and you passed it to him and then grabbed his hand. He was now looking you in the eyes.

“Thank you for saving me out there.” You said. And then placed a small kiss near the corner of his mouth. 

You then walked off back to the locker to get your stuff, and Kelly eventually joined you.

“I saw what you did out there.” She said nudging you. 

“Yeah like you said I have to get out of my comfort zone a little bit more.” You replied with a small smile.

“Fuck, I think when we get to the house I’m taking a nap and then I’m going to get ready for the club,” Kelly said exhaustedly.

“Same because I just know it’s going to be a long night.”

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Withering Petal (Armando x OC) Bad Boys chapter 5

Hey puddins! I finally have posted Chapter 5. Sorry about the wait I kept changing things up. Just know this is a longer chapter.

I really hope you enjoy, and I would love to hear your thoughts! Enjoyy 💕

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Chapter 5 

Amora entered the black-and-white guest room that held a queen-sized bed in the middle of the room, facing a flat-screen TV mounted on the wall surrounded by lots of paintings. Armando entered through the door after her, inspecting the room, looking at all the art she had in the room, and raiding an eyebrow at one of them.

“You can go use the bathroom to shower; the bathroom is right across the walk-in closet, and there should be towels and spare clothes you can use. They should be large enough to fit you for the time being. I’m going to go check on my dog, and then I’ll bring the first aid kit so I can start on your injuries.”

Amora finished explaining, and she looked at him, making sure he got everything or had questions. He gave her a curt nod and headed to the bathroom, where she heard the shower turn on, and she quickly turned on her feet, walking out of the room to go run up the stairs, giving multiple glances over her shoulder to make sure she didn't see him trying to run up on her.

She gets to the top floor and calls out for Bowser, hearing his whines coming from her room. She took one last glance behind her to make sure Armando wasn’t sneaking behind her, then glanced down her hallway to see the aftermath of their fight. 

On the wall was smudged blood, and littered on the floor were broken glass and soggy, wet food from what she had brought up for him originally. 

She sighed and ignored it for now so that she could check on her baby. Going to her room, she immediately checked under her bed, pulling up the sheets, and saw her baby giant Schnauzer hiding under there.

"Awwwww, baby, come here." She extended her arms out, and he slowly crawled his way out into her arms. She carefully picked him up and sat on her bed, cuddling him and telling him he did such a great job. “I love you so much, baby. You were so helpful. Such a good boy. I'm so proud of you.”

She kissed his head and gave him more rubs, feeling the sting of tears falling out of her eyes as she finally got to relax and grasp the situation she was just in. Silent sobs wrecked over her body.

“You were so brave. I'm so proud. I know you were scared,” she mumbled in his fur, half talking to Bowser and the other half talking to herself.

After allowing herself to sit for 20 minutes with Bowser, she finally got up and checked his leg that he was limping on. There were no open wounds, and it didn't feel broken; it may possibly be sprained.

"Okay, baby, tomorrow I'll take you to the vet so we can get you all fixed up." She took him off her lap and set him on a doggy bed beside her nightstand so he could rest.

She walked over to her vanity mirror, inspecting herself through her puffy red eyes, and saw that she had a small cut on her cheek and a deep purple bruise starting around her neck. Letting out a huge sigh, she walked out of the room to the hallway, grabbing the first aid kit and pain medication off the floor, and headed back downstairs to the kitchen, filling up two cups of water for them, and walked to the guest room.

Standing in the room, staring at the TV, was Armando wearing her old gray sweatpants, laying very low on his hips, exposing not only all his wounds but also all his muscles. Her eyes raked down his body, going over every last crevice of his and down past his v-line to where his sweats started. Her breath hitched softly when she saw his member slightly pressed against the gray pants. 

From the corner of Armando’s eye, he watched her ogle at him, feeling a swell of pride and his ego bloom. “Maybe this stay wasn’t so bad after all,” he told himself.

Not taking his eyes off the screen, he commented to the woman gawking at him, “¿Como lo que ves amor? (Like what you see in love?)

Amora quickly averted her eyes from him clearing her throat, embarrassed from being caught and putting her focus on what was playing on the TV to distract herself, but she quickly realized it was about Armando as they had his mugshot on the screen and news on police Captain Howard being fully exonerated after being framed by James Mcgrath, a former DEA agent who'd gone rouge. 

A light bulb went into her head as she was listening to the details of the news.

“Is that where you're coming from? She asked as she placed the first-aid kit and water on the dresser next to her. 

Without looking at her, he gave her a small nod, eyes now locked on the screen where a picture of the famous detective Mike Lowrey was on.

“Can you come sit on the bed, please? It's pretty late, and I would like to get some rest,” but she knew tonight she definitely wasn't going to be able to sleep with him in the house.

He moved to where she was standing, getting very close to her before sitting down on the edge of the bed. She stepped back away from him, not wanting to be so close since, truth be told, he intimidated her a lot. Amora reached over to the dresser, grabbing the kit and pulling out two packs of pain pills.

"Here, take these; they’re 500 mg each." He eyed the packets suspiciously and reached for them, only holding them in his hands. Rolling her eyes, she grabbed one packet out of his hand, ripping it open and taking the two pills dry to prove a point, and since she needed it for the headache she was gaining 

"Again, I didn't do all the work of helping you, just to kill you." She reached over again to pass him another pill packet and his water.

“Why are you helping me?” The quiet question came from Armando's lips. Amora slightly stilled before grabbing the alcohol wipes and the stitch emergency kit.

“When I saw you outside, I thought you were maybe someone who was sent to find me, and I wanted answers, but now... I don’t know.” She opened up the alcohol wipe and gripped his broad shoulder to inspect what looked like a stab wound that looked pretty deep but clearly didn't hit any main nerves, just his muscles.

“You might wanna embrace yourself; this is going to sting,” Amora grimaced before swiping over the cut. Painful hisses and grunts filled the silence of the room. Amora took a sneak at his face and saw that he squeezed his eyes shut, his jaws clenched. It's such a shame for him to be so handsome; maybe in a different life they could’ve met in a much different way, she admired.

“Dios mío, ¡apúrate ya!” (My God, woman, hurry up already) were the pained words, gritted from his teeth. 

Snapping back to reality, she quickly finished cleaning his wound up, picked up the needle and thread, and worked on closing up the 3-inch wound. This caused even louder, pained grunts and groans from him. She was halfway done to closing the cut when she felt large hands grip her hips, squeezing her tightly. Her eyes widen in shock, feeling a tightening in her stomach, but she doesn’t slow down, understanding this isn't an easy process.

Finally, she got to the end of the cut, closed it off, and started bandaging it up to protect it from any outside damage. He still had a tight grip on her and was breathing heavily, with his head hanging low and sweat dripping off his head. She grabbed more thread to work on the side wound he had been holding since she first saw him. 

“I’m going to need you to lay back, please, so I can work on this for you.”

Armando silently obeyed, sliding his hands off her and leaning back on his elbows. Amora looked around, feeling herself get hot and trying to focus on where she could get a good angel to do this, but where the wound was, she decided to step closer in between his legs.

Armando watched her intensely as she kneeled down between his legs so that she didn’t have to bend over, hurting her back. The image before him brings wicked thoughts to his mind. Does she even know what she’s doing? He wonders, but that all flew out of his mind as she started working on his wound.

Louder, pained groans echoed the room, as did a stream of Spanish cuss words spitting out of Armando's lips. Amora didn't understand everything he said, but she wouldn't be surprised if he cursed her whole family lineage.

She finally finished up that cut and stood up to quickly scan over him to make sure there were no other cuts that required attention. There was a slice on his arm, but it wasn't too deep for stitches, thankfully, but she still cleaned and bandaged it.

. “You should really go to the hospital; I know how to do a lot, but I'm not a doctor.”

He slowly sat back up, letting out a low groan. “No, I'll be fine; just pass me another pain pill." 

She quietly nodded and slid out from between his legs, doing as he told her. She felt his gaze piercing into her face, but he wasn't saying a word. She came to realize that he's just a man of few words. Or, at least to her, he is. 

She watched him take the pain pills and looked at him, waiting for him to say whatever was on his mind, but Armando just stared, unspeaking. Rolling her eyes, Amora stepped away so she could go to bed until he finally spoke up.

“Who’s looking for you?” He watched her completely still at the question; he wasn't even sure if she was breathing. A heavy silence hung over them, the energy in the room going cold as the woman was clearly having an internal battle from the question he asked, but he didn't care. 

He wanted to make sure he wasn't getting involved in whatever drama she had going on, considering how paranoid the woman was to be so reclusive. "Probably a crazy ex-boyfriend,” he scoffed at the thought. If said ex-boyfriend tried to come while he was here, he would handle it personally; he wouldn’t allow anyone to disturb the freedom he finally has. 

Coming out of his thoughts, he realized another moment of silence had passed, and he felt irritation rise at the unanswered question. He parted ways to ask her again. “Who is Lo-?”

“-Vicky Ortiz,” she cut him off. Armandos face fell in shock; his eyes widen in recognition of that name—definitely not an ex-boyfriend problem.

“Vicky Ortiz? As in Victor “El Segador” Ortiz?” He questioned her darkly. Amora turned away from the man, trying to hold back the sting of tears that threatened to fall just from speaking that wretched man's name, but Armando stood up and grabbed her arm, spinning her back to him. 

"Why, of all people, would Victor ‘The Reaper’ be looking for you? A merc turned drug lord?” He grilled her face.

“What game are you playing at?” He seethed. He couldn’t help, but think this was some sort of set him up. Of all the people she could’ve named, she’s going with an enemy of the Aretas Cartel. 

Amora’s head snapped up, her eyes matching the flames in his. ”A game? A game! Do you hear yourself? Clearly, you know the man and what he’s capable of. What reason would I have to lie about something like that?” 

He continued to stare down at her before rolling his eyes and backing up. 

“Once I'm healed, I'm out of here. I don't want to be mixed up in whatever shit you got going on,” he told her, waving her out of the room. Amora's moth dropped at his dismissive behavior in her house for a question he asked.

“First of all, you asked me a question; I didn’t have to answer you! Second of all, nobody told your ass to pass out in my front yard; I was happily minding my own damn business till you came!” She raised her voice at him, but he turned around, dismissing her again.

“Callado. No quiero escucharlo." ( Be quiet. I don't want to hear it.)

“You know what? Whatever I don't owe you, A fugitive, ANY EXPLANATION! You’re welcome for saving your ass; I could've left you out there to die or called the cops on you—you selfish bastard!” And with that, she stormed out of the room, slamming the door shut, but not before coming back and adding her door stopper to make sure he couldn't get out of the room again without her knowing.

Armando listened to what she was doing, not caring about the door stopper because that wouldn’t work on him but making sure she wasn’t on the phone with anyone or the cops, before laying on the bed, turning the news channel up, and looking at his father on the screen with some of the footage that came out of the battle zone he escaped from. 

The last thoughts floating through his mind before sleep took him were his father telling him he did well and that he was proud of him before sending him out on that boat.

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Authors note: guys this chapter made me so stressed, I was literally working on it alllll day and night yesterday even at work 💀 but I hope yall enjoyyy it 💕💕

Also if anyone knows a good translator website please let me know especially for (Mexican Spanish dialect )as I want to try to get as accurate as I can. Spanishdict and Itranslate been holding me down 🤞🏽

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Withering Petal (Armando X OC) Bad Boys chapter 4

Chapter 4

Between the pair was nothing but heavy breathing and tensity so thick you couldn't even slice a sword through it. The dark beauty stared at the bronze man, who was obviously in more pain considering his jagged breathing and the blood seeping through the wraps she had put on him earlier. But both of them were unwavering with the gun they had in their hands strongly aimed at each other. She looked over him uneased with the gun pointing at her and the man's strong gaze, deciding to speak first, breaking the long silence they had.

“Put your gun down, and I won't shoot you." She felt proud as her voice came through a lot stronger than it had been earlier. The man titled his head to the right, reminding her so much of a puppy, but once his husky voice rolled out, that image completely disappeared.

“You expect me to believe that” a Spanish accent rolled out his mouth coating his words. She felt her eyebrows rise at hearing it after not noticing it earlier in their fight.

“I was the one who bandaged you up. You think I would go through all that work just so I could shoot you?’ This time, the man raised his brows at her response and continued to only stare at her.

Finally, he spoke up again. ” How am I supposed to know that you weren't just doing that to buy tie for the cops to pick me up?”

She narrowed her eyes at him before replying snarkily, “Do you see the cops anywhere?” The man shrugged and didn't respond.

“If I called them, they would’ve been here already" Amora spoke, The man continued to only stare at her not moving a single muscle.

“How about this, we both drop our guns on the count of three so we can talk this out like functional adults." The intruder stared at her as if she had three heads. “You think I became a wanted fugitive by making stupid decisions like that?”

She scoffed and rolled her eyes at him, still standing strong and aiming at him.

"Listen, sir, you attacked me first. I don’t care what you did to become America's most wanted; I just want to know why you are at my house!? Did someone send you?” She questioned him, her grip on the shot gun tightening from the irritation this man is bringing her.

“No”

““Then why are you here?” Another moment of silence passed, and he finally responded.

“I needed help." Those words Amora’s gun slightly lowered, and she scanned him again, her eyes softening just a bit.

“Help with those wounds, I’m guessing.” She spoke softly, reminding him of that silky voice he heard before he passed out outside.

Seeing the woman barley with her gun pointed at him, the threat of her lessened in his mind and with the obvious bandages on him he wasn't sporting before he decided to hear her out. He raised both his arms, showing he wasn’t going to do anything, before slowly kneeling to the ground to place the gun on the floor and turning the safety on. He watched her follow his lead with the shotgun.

“What’s your name?” She asked the man, still somewhat on guard but not like she was earlier.

"Armando,” there goes that Spanish accent again rolling from the man’s full lips. Armando, she thought, playing with the name in her head. He gave her a pointed look, and she responded back with her name.

“I’m Amora Johnson,” she stated proudly, offering her hand to Armando in truce. He stared at her hand, not offering his back.

“I guess they don’t teach manners to fugitives?” was her response to his rude behavior, her hand still waiting in the air. Armando slowly looked up to Amora’s expectant straight face, and he cupped her hand, turning it flat, bringing it to his lips for a kiss, while keeping eye contact with her.

Amora's mouth dropped, and she snatched her hand out of his and took three steps back.

She decided to just ignore what he just did, and with the slight smirk curled on his face, she decided to place some rules and boundaries, as she still doesn’t know this man or trust his full intentions, as he very obviously proved that he’s just as dangerous as they said in the news.

“First and foremost, I don’t trust you; just because I decided not to shoot you doesn’t mean I’m okay with you roaming my house. You will stay in the guest room that’s downstairs. Do not come upstairs, or I will shoot you.”

Armando’s eyebrows rose in mirth, seeing as she couldn’t even shoot him the two opportunities she had.

As she continued talking, he took the time to fully scan over her, now that he had a clear view. She was a tall, brown-skinned woman coming just at his nose. He looked down at her body, gazing at her long legs that seem to go on for miles, especially in those pink track shorts that’s tightly wrapped around her strong round thighs, bringing him back the memory of her very round back side that he saw from when he tripped her upstairs.

He can tell how well manicured she is from her pink and white tipped toenails and her smooth creamy brown skin, and his eyes kept roaming up her body to where her midriff was showing the slight abs on her stomach, which doesn’t surprise him as he felt how strong she was when she tackled him.

He looked over her some more, seeing that her nails matched her toes, and went over to her face, seeing both her ears adorned in multiple jewelry and chains, and then he looked back at her eyes, captivating and sharp coated by long thick lashes. She was a very beautiful woman, a shame he had to meet her like this.

“Do we have an agreement, Armando?” were the words that brought him out of his observation. The way she was watching made it very obvious that she was aware of his staring, but he could care less.

“Si Amor”

“Amora, is my name?” She sniped at him. “That’s what I said,” he quipped just as quickly.

They both stared at each other silently until she crossed her arms, turning her head away from him, breaking eye contact, and walking towards the guest room, with Armando silently following behind her.

“This is going to be interesting,” was the thought going through the couple heads as they continued the night on a different foot than what they started on.

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Good morning Puddin!! Happy Friday.

I was up until 4am watching BB4 life while trying to write chapter 5 making sure it makes since it’s now time to start really developing the characters.

@thomasrunner thank you for asking on the lore of Amora because that was definitely one thing I needed to work on. So as we start to learn more about her, I hope yall will likw her too! Again not trying to dump all her lore at once but-trying to give pieces of it. Anyways I would love to hear your thoughts and I hope yall enjoyyy 💕💕

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Withering petal ( Armando x OC) Bad Boys chapter 3

Chapter 3

The sound of duct tape was ripping through the dark room, with only a little lamp luminating the space and shining on the figure of the woman on her knees, wrapping tape around the left leg of the man in her office chair.

The man was now shirtless, sporting white bandages on all his upper body wounds, looking a bit cleaner than he was from how she found him outside. His head was hanging low from being unconscious, and the only thing moving about him was the slow, heavy breathing and the movements of Amora tying him up.

Getting up from her knees, she looked at all the work she did with tying him up in the chair. His hands fastened behind the back of the chair, tied together by a small rope, and duct tape wrapped all around his legs tightly to ensure that he couldn't escape when he woke up.

Breathing out one last quick breath from her hard work, she backed up and observed the man; he was definitely around her age from what she could tell, or even a bit older, guessing from the facial hair and goatee lining his strong jaw. His thick brows were frowning on his face, and what she could see was a scar going through his eyebrow. He was quite handsome, but his looks weren't what was on her mind right now; in fact, she was more focused on whether she'd ever seen him before or if this man was maybe sent to find her. The thought of the latter made ice flow through her veins, and she wanted him to wake up so that she could get her answers to all the questions firing in her head.

“Where did he come from?”

“Why was he in all this gear, carrying all those weapons?“

“Why was he all beat up?“

“Why did he come to her house, HOW did he find her house?”

So many questions were running through her mind that she was getting frustrated and overwhelmed. She let out a small hmm and turned on her bare feet that was still dirty from running outside.

She gave him one last glance over her shoulder and went out, closing the room door and leaving the man alone, so that she could go clean up herself. One thing she hated the most was being dirty and unkept.

But as she was leaving, she didn't see the man stirring in his seat, waking up from his short unconsciousness.

20 minutes later, Amora came back upstairs sporting athletic wear, holding a first aid kit, pain meds, a plate of dry snacks, and some water in preparation for the man waking up. Even though he was an intruder, she wasn't heartless, and she wanted to make sure this man could talk and answer all the questions she had.

She made it over to the closed door and stopped at it so that she could place down the cup of water and snacks she had so it wouldn't spill. Standing back up to her full height, she turned the knob and pushed it open, allowing the light from the hallway to illuminate the room. She looked at the seat to make sure he was still there, but what she saw made her heart stop and the medicine and first aid kit fell from her shaking hands.

It was an empty seat with the duct tape and rope ripped, sitting around the feet of the chair.

“BOSWER ALAT!” she yelled, and she heard him bark and his collar jingle from far in the house. She felt panic rise up her throat as she starred at the empty seat and turned around to run and grab her gun that she stupidly left in her bedroom until she felt a rough hand grab the back of her neck, throwing her in the room.

A scream ripped out of her throat, and she fell backwards from the force of the stranger throwing her. However, as soon as she fell, she got up and got into a defensive stance, looking at the figure who threw her.

The man was there blocking the doorway, making it hard for her to see him fully, and since the lamp in the room was turned off, the light from the hallway was the only thing shining on him, giving him a menacing appearance.

He was only taller than her by a few inches, but he was definitely way more built than her. He was like a wall of muscles blocking the way, and she knew there was no way she could beat him in a fight. She felt herself shaking scared out of her mind. Even though she's taking fighting classes, those were all practice and not a real situation, but she knew she wasn’t going to go down without trying.

Without a second thought, she reached over and ripped the lamp out of the wall and threw it at the intruder, and as he went to block it, she ran at him full force, diving for his knees. She heard the man let out a deep grunt as he was knocked over by her force. She immediately tried to get up and crawl over the man so that she could go get her gun, but as she was standing up to run, he grabbed her right ankle, causing her to fall down on stomach with a loud oof.

She looked back and kicked his face with her free leg, making him release his grip on her. She took that chance immediately and crawled up to her feet and saw her black void fly past her, growling and going in to attack the intruder.

She heard Bowser start to bite the stranger's leg, and the man let out a painful grunt and yell. She took that distraction to go run to her room that was to the right, on the hall. She barreled into the room, grabbing the pistol and making sure it was loaded again, when she heard a high, sharp yelp come from Bowser. She quickly rounded the corner out of her room, coming a foot apart from the man standing up, bent over, with Bowser laying in the back.

Her eyes widen and she tears up at seeing her baby in pain. She looked back at the man who was holding a hand on the wall, taking big breaths, and bent over.

“Don't move, or I'll shoot you." She tried to speak strongly to him, but her voice cracked, clearly showing her fear. The man looked up at her, and she could only stare back at him with wide eyes.

Fearful brown eyes clashed with his pained brown eyes, and the longer Amora stared at him, the more she began to recognize the man.

“Y-uou’re that wanted fugitive that was working with the cops, aren’t you? Amora questioned him. “Why are you at my house?”

The man continued to stare at her with hard-pressed eyes, not saying a word. She got closer to him, shoving the gun closer to his face and yelling at him, "WHY ARE YOU AT MY HOUSE!? WHAT DO YOU WANT!?”

She took one step closer, but that was a mistake as the man lunged for her, and she tried to pull the trigger, but it wouldn't go off, since she forgot to take the safety off. He grabbed the gun, threw it down the hall, and quickly grabbed her by the neck, slamming her into the wall.

She yelled out from the pain and felt a wave of dizziness go over her from the hard impact her head made with the wall. She felt the man squeeze her neck, blocking out some of her oxygen. Her eyes widen again in fear as she looked up at the man, who is only a few inches away from her face.

She faintly heard Bowser whine and bark from the side of them, and she looked towards him to see him getting up and try to limp his way to the stranger. She felt the man pull something from his side and saw it was a dagger as he looked towards Bowser. She began to struggle, beating on the man's arm that was holding her neck, begging the man not to hurt him. “No, please don't touch him; he's just a baby. PLEASE DONT!”

The man tilted his head back at her and roughed out a response: “Tell him to stop." She nodded frantically, and he squeezed her neck tightly to the point she knew it was going to bruise before he slightly releasing her throat so she could speak. “BOWSER SUWARU”

Her schnauzer whined and barked, but he obeyed her order plopping down. The man put his dagger away and put all his focus back on the woman he had squeezed between him and the wall.

“Who else knows I’m here?” He questioned her, and she could only stare at him. His eyes were cold and hardened. I guess she took too long because he lifted her off the wall and slammed her back into it, making her yelp, causing tears to start running down her face from the pain.

“No one,” she whispered, “it's just me." His eyes scanned her face, his brows furrowing and his lips pulling into a scowl.

‘If you're lying, I will kill you and them,” her eyes widen, and he lets go of her throat, backing away, and limping down the hall, checking the rooms, but not before picking up the gun and taking the safety off, unlike what Amora did.

Amora slid down the wall, gasping for air and feeling a panic attack roll over her body. She felt Bowser come over and nudge her under her chin, whining and licking the tears falling from her cheeks.

Squeezing her eyes shut and taking three deep breaths, Amora slowly and quietly got up to creep down the hallway. She knew if she could get downstairs and grab the shotgun she left by the front door, she could have a chance against the stranger.

Getting closer to the staircase, she heard him banging on doors and searching through stuff in her bedroom. “He must be near my bathroom,” she thought to herself. The problem was that there's a clear view from her bathroom to the stairs, meaning he could possibly see her make a run for it.

She was almost at the staircase when she saw that his bare back was turned to her, and he was gripping his side again. She stared a little too long at his back because before she decided to move he turned around, and they made eye contact, but she didn't hold that for long before deciding to book it down the stairs.

“HEY!” She heard a yell and grunt of pain come from him and loud thumps of his feet running after her.

She finally made it to the last step and cut left to the couch, practically diving for the gun, and turned around, aiming the gun barrel at the intruder, who too was holding her own gun cocked and ready aimed at her.

Authors note:

Heyyy puddin! No lie, this chapter had me stressinggg, creating an action scene was lowkey challenging, but heyy Amora and Armando finally got to meet yay!! Maybe not in the way you thought they would . I’m so excited for the next chapter to where you can see more of Amoras personality shine through . Anyways I would love to hear your thoughts and i hope you enjoyed this chapter 💕💕

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Withering Petal ( Armando x OC) Bad Boys chapter 2

Chapter 2

Everything was going great. For the first time in a while, Amora was having a smooth day. She finished working on a side project for a client that she did not like at all because he was an absolute asshole to her every chance he got, but said client is paying her to where she's set her financially well for about a year, and she won't have to deal with him until the next year. Her giant black schnauzer, Bowser, didn't act up today when she took him to his trainer. Even her own training sessions at her Muay Thair lessons went well, and lastly, it helped that she didn't have any nightmares, which always gave her relief.

Amora stood up from her office seat, stretched her body, and went to walk over to the full-length gold-framed mirror she had tucked in the corner. Taking a quick look at herself, she took in the sight of her brown smooth skin cladded only in a red lacy nightgown with her jet-black hair coiled down her back. She took a closer look in the mirror at her hair and grabbed the rattail comb she kept on her desk to fix the middle part since it looked a little crooked. A sigh escaped her full lips as she finished fixing her hair, scowling at her reflection. 

“I need to call Yana for a touch-up,” she thought. She steps back from the mirror and gives herself one final look before calling for Bowser and walking to the staircase that's to the left of her upstairs loft.

She heard his collar jiggle and the pitter-patter of his paws coming from her bedroom as she waited for him so they could go downstairs for his last walk before it got dark. Her fur baby rounded the corner, looking like a void of black fur, coming at her with full speed. She felt a smile tug at the corner of his lips before she gave him the stern command, “Sawaru.” 

Immediately he sat, but only for about 30 seconds before he got up on his feet, placing his paws on her upper bare thighs, trying to get some affection. She rolled her dark eyes, but the full-blown smile gave away her true feelings, and she couldn't help but start giving him love. 

“You’re such a cutie; awe, yes, you are. Who's a good boy? You areeee” After a minute of showering him some love, she took him downstairs and put on her outside slippers, grabbing his doggy pop bags and the gun she kept behind the black entrance table, making sure it was properly loaded, like usual since she’s never had to use it. 

“At least I don't have to use it yet,” she thought bitterly, and she was outside the door, letting Bowser speed past her into her own private land. She wasn't worried about anyone seeing her since she was the only house in her area for at least half a mile. She moved to the railing she had on her porch and looked around her surroundings, appreciating the beauty of nature in front of her. The sun was setting, coloring the sky pretty pink and orange-looking, and the gleams of the sun were hitting beautifully on the small woods to the right of her house. 

She scanned the trees to make sure she saw nothing hiding in the tree lines. A slight paranoia broke into her mind as she was stuck scanning the trees until bowser bark cut through her mind. Immediately she tensed and gripped her gun, snapping her head to where the bark came from, but relaxed once she saw he was only chasing after a bird flying around his lead. She sighed and rubbed her forehead with her freshly done French-tip almond nails. 

“Come on, Amor, get out of your head; everything is fine, and we’re safe,” she said out loud. She took two deep breaths to battle the rising panic she felt edging slowly over her body. 

Bowser barked again, and she looked his way, seeing that he was about to use the bathroom. She gripped the doggy bag and sped away to clean up after him and bring him inside since the last of the sunset had gone away and what was left in the sky was only a blanket of stars.

Taking one last look at the tree line, she hurried inside and set her alarm system, making sure everything was locked as it needed to be. The front and back doors, all the windows upstairs and downstairs, and the kitchen and living room were locked. When she was done doing everything, she placed her gun back on the table, turned on the two lamps she had in the living room, sat on her big black couch, and grabbed the blanket and the book she was reading earlier, thinking she was going to have a peaceful night. But she only got 10 minutes into the book until she heard her robotic alarm system go off. 

“Motion sensor activated, right side of house”

Immediately, she jumped up, ran to the library wall she had on the right of her couch, and grabbed the shotgun that was in the secret compartment. She quickly ran to the front door, Bowser right at her feet trailing along. 

"Alat," she told him, and he went into his protective stance. In front of her, she opened the front door, taking a deep breath before holding up the shotgun that was shaking in her hands and quickly walking to the right side, where she saw the monitor lights shine. She quickly scanned the area and saw nothing out of the ordinary until Bowser started growling as they got closer to the lights. 

Amora froze as she saw it—or him. It was a man leaning over in all black, blood dried up over his tan skin, with weapons attached to his body. She saw that he was gripping his right side and had a hand up that was blocking the light. But that hand, too, had blood pouring down it. She saw him look in her direction, but as he did, he fell to his knees and landed face forward in the grass, unmoving. 

She let out a shaky breath and stepped closer to get a better look at the intruder. She picked up a rock that was near her and threw it at the stranger's head, seeing it bounce off his curly hair, but he was still unmoving. 

“Kansatsu Suru,” she commanded, and Bowser ran over to the stranger, sniffing and shoving him. He whined and looked at her, but still, the stranger did not move. 

She walked up to the man, looked around the area, making sure she saw nothing else, and looked down at the man before kneeling to grab his arm to drag him to the house. 

Authors Note: and that’s chapter twooo. I hope you enjoyed. Hopefully it’s not too slow and not too fast.

I almost forgot here are translation for whenever she’s speaking to Bowser

Japanese - I am not fluent in Japanese, but I did try researching these words to make sure I’m using them correctly.

Sawaru- sit

Alat- Alert

Kansatsu Suru- Observe

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Withering Petal (Armando x OC) Bad Boys Chapter 1

Following the events of taking down James McGrath Armando manages to find a sanctuary With a lonely woman. But after leaving, he comes back a year later to finish what he started.

AN: Heyy puddin, this is my first time ever writing a fan fic or any story but after seeing that man on screen, I HAD to write something. Feel free to let me know your thoughts…. Nicely please 🥰

Chapter 1

In the dark of the night, there was only the noise of bugs chirping and heavy pants from the man in all black, looking as if he had come out of war with new blood and dried blood over his body. Sweat was gleaming all over his body, causing his dark, curly hair to stick to his forehead.

The man was heaving and holding one of the stab wounds on his side that was slowly bleeding out into the makeshift shirt wrap. He knew if he didn't get help soon, there was a high possibility that he would die, but he knew that wasn't something he was going to allow himself, not when he came so far. He continued limping through the back road, hoping he could get somewhere soon to rest or at least somewhere to supply himself with a first aid kit to fix himself up.

He soon found that hope when, up ahead, he saw a clear path of what looked like a huge front lawn. Walking faster, he got to the clearing until he saw it was a two-story modern home on an acre of land with no other houses in sight.

A feeling of relief flew through, but so did a big wave of dizziness that hit him. Gasping now, he leans on to the tree to try and catch his breath, feeling his body ache and become heavier. He looked back at the house and saw there were lights on and a shadow moving.

"Someone's home," he thought. He stood back up to his full height, using the tree as support, holding back a groan that wanted to escape in the quiet night, and started forward to the house. In the back of his head, he knew this was a stupid idea. Who knew if this person would even help him or if they would call the cops on him considering he's still in Miami, where he's a wanted fugitive? With these thoughts in mind, he made up his mind to just sneak into the house when the person appears to be going to bed rather than just knocking on the front door.

The closer he got to the house, the more the blackness started to overcome his eyes. He was finally about to reach the side of the house when bright white monitor lights shined on him, forcing him to cover his eyes, and not even a minute later he heard a door slam and saw a shadow coming from around the corner of the house. Before he could do anything, he felt his body shut down on him, and the last thing he saw was the barrel of a shotgun aimed at him by a dark figure and a silky whisper coming from it.

"What the hell?"

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And there we have it chapter 1. Yayyy! I hope you enjoy it, I’m already working on chapter 3. If you notice any typos I’m so sorry I’m trying to work on just posting this fic because I know I’ll get scared and doubt myself and will never post anything if I keep reading over and over

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Reading my own fic like "damnnnn and whats next?" like I aint write it😭