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Glimpse of a life with Javier Peña (series)

Chapter 13

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Summary: After been kidnapped by Diego, Javier is desperate to find you. And he’s willing to give his own life if that mean you’ll be safe.

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Pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader

Word count: +3.4k

Warnings: +18 THIS A HEAVY CHAPTER

Violence typical of the series. Gunfire. Wounds. Blood. Kidnapping. Swearing (slut, bitch to refer at Reader). Mentions of sexual assault, but nothing graphic. Mentions of death and dead bodies.

A/N: Hello! First of all I wanna apologize for taking me so long to bring you this chapter🥺 But I was struggling with my personal life and I wanted to do this chapter as well as possible. It was very difficult to write, to be honest😩 However, here it is! Hope you like it!

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"Would you still love me if I were a worm?"

As soon as you asked, Javi furrowed his brow, giving you a mock-serious look as if you had just transformed into an actual worm. There was a smile on his lips, though, and a sparkle in his softened eyes just for you.

"A what?" He couldn't contain the humor in his tone. "What kind of question is that?"

"Just answer," you insisted, shifting on the bed to face him, playing with the bare skin of his chest. "Yes or no?"

He let out a smile and a laugh, his hand now caressing the soft skin of your arm, "I guess I would have to learn to love worms then," he teased, his eyes filled with affection. "But luckily for me, you're not a worm. You're the most gorgeous woman I know."

You chuckled at his response, enjoying the playful banter. His hand continued its gentle exploration on your skin and the flower patterns adorning your pijama.

"You know," he said, his voice taking a more suggestive tone, "even if you were a worm, I'd probably still find you irresistibly charming."

You blushed at his comment, the mix of humor and sweetness making the moment even more special.

"Wow, smooth talker," you teased back, grateful for the lightheartedness in the air.

Javi grinned, pulling you a bit closer. "What can I say? I'm just being honest."

He leaned on your body, planting a sweet kiss on your lips. His arms rounded your torso, pulling you impossibly closer to him, absorbing your natural scent and relishing in the little sounds you made when he kissed you, when he touched you.

As Javier's fingers ran through the silk fabric of your pajama, he couldn't help but wonder if you were fine, if you were cold or harmed. The unsettling thought lingered in his mind, imagining you in a place only God knew, possibly frightened and alone.

He couldn't help but feel a deep guilt for everything that had happen to you.

It had been two days since Steve entered his hospital room and told him you had been kidnapped by Diego Ibarra. He thought he would die of a heart attack right there, but he used all the strength he could find to get up and look for you.

"You need to calm down, Javi," his partner had told him as Javier managed to get out of bed and rid himself of the intravenous on the back of his hand.

"I have to find her," he repeated like a chant for the millionth time as he moved around the hospital room, trying to reach his clothes.

Messina had assigned a team to help Javier and Steve to find you, but they hadn't succeed yet.

"Are you ready?" asked Steve from Javi's bedroom door, bringing him out of his musings.

Javier nodded reluctantly, grabbing his jacket and heading to the main door, the internal struggle evident on his face. The worry for your well-being weighed heavily on him, yet he knew Steve was right. Going headfirst into the situation without a plan could jeopardize everything.

As they drove through the raining streets of Medellín, each passing second intensified the anxiety that gripped Javier's chest.

Then, at the base, minutes felt like hours, the room seemed to close in on Javier, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. The constant ringing of the phone became a haunting sound, each call bringing a surge of hope followed by crushing disappointment.

It wasn't just about finding you; it was about unraveling the complex web of danger that surrounded your lives. Javier couldn't escape the nagging thought that your safety rested precariously on the decisions he had made, the choices he had yet to make.

As Steve continued coordinating with the team and the authorities, Javier drifted his eyes to the framed picture on his desk—a moment of love from the fair's photobooth. Your first kiss, on your birthday, when you accepted him as your boyfriend. He couldn't have been happier that day and since then.

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Javier felt like he was about to throw up, just hearing his personal cellphone ringing. He knew who it was.

Steve, Messina, and a couple of officers followed Javier as he answered and put it on speaker, ignoring the sharp pain in his side, where he had been shot.

"Peña," he couldn't contain the quiver in his voice as he answered.

"Ja... Javi?"

His heart stopped for a second, just to restart its pulse so fast it could make a hole in his chest. It was your voice, it was you. It was the first time in three days that he knew something about you.

He called your name softly, a mix of worry and relief flooding his tone. "Are you okay? Do you know where you are?"

"I'm..." you began, but your voice was abruptly cut off by someone else.

"Hola, Peñita," Diego's voice pierced through the line. Everyone around the phone got tense. His voice echoed through the speaker, a sinister undertone sending shivers down Javier's spine. "Don't worry, I've been taking good care of your girl."

Javier clenched his fists, struggling to maintain his composure. "Let her go, Diego. This is between us. Don't involve her."

"Oh, but she's quite involved, isn't she?" Diego chuckled, the sound dripping with malice. "Little fuckin' slut." Javier's jaw tensed, his eyes narrowing with a mix of anger and desperation. "Listen, you're going to follow my instructions if you want her to stay in one piece."

Javier's mind raced, searching for a way out of this nightmarish situation. "You see, I know all about your little dance with Los Pepes. Quite the federal crime, isn't it? I've got some juicy details that might interest the DEA, amigo."

Javier could feel everyone's eyes on him, shocked by the revelation. Agent Peña leaking to Los Pepes? He was fucked. However, he couldn't care less about his job in that moment. He was focused on you and bringing you back.

"What do you want?" he demanded, a mixture of anger and desperation in his voice.

Diego chuckled, relishing the upper hand. "Simple, Peñita. You go to your DEA pals and tell them about your new friends in Cali, about Don Berna and sweet Judy Moncada."

Diego continued, his voice dripping with malice, "And you tell them everything. I want you to spill the beans on your cozy little collaboration with Los Pepes. I'm gonna ruin your life like you ruined mine. Staring with your career."

And he hung up the phone.

Before anyone, even Javier, could say anything, Messina, visibly concerned, asked him, "What was all that about Los Pepes?"

Javier shared a look with Steve and took a deep breath before responding, "I'll explain later. Right now, we need to focus on tracking down Diego and saving her."

Messina nodded, not fully convinced, but she knew the urgency in finding you. For her, you weren't just Javier's girlfriend; you were her responsibility on the DEA administrative side. By kidnapping you, Diego had committed a federal crime just as Peña did by leaking information to Los Pepes. Eventually, both men had to pay for what they did, but in that very moment, your life was the main priority.

Trujillo, joining the conversation, added, "We've located the source of the call. It's a warehouse on the outskirts of Medellín. We should move quickly."

The urgency in the room escalated as the team prepared to mobilize.

Javier jumped into the passenger seat of Murphy's truck, who knew that recommending Javi to stay in the base because of his wound would be in vain. As they followed Trujillo, Javier spoke.

"If they ask you, you didn't know anything about Los Pepes," he reminded his partner.

"Fuck you, Javi," Steve answered. He was pissed at him for being so stupid to do such a thing as to form a kind of alliance with the enemies.

"It's all on me, Steve," Javi ended, acknowledging the weight of his actions.

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As soon as Diego ended the phone call, he grabbed you by the hairs behind your head, pulling back so you faced him. You cried out, tear falling down your cheeks, the burn of every bruise and scratch on your body remembering you your vulnerability. You were cold and starving, very scared. You had spend days and nights thinking about your abuelo, your sisters, your nephews and nieces... in Javi. They won't see you again. You were sure Diego was going to kill you as soon as Javi crossed that damn door.

Diego leaned in, his eyes locked on yours, filled with a sinister satisfaction. "That little call was just a taste, sweetheart. I've set up a nice little surprise for Peñita and his pals. A warm welcome, you know?"

Fear tightened its grip on you as you processed his words. It hit you like a punch to the gut.

Diego's cruel smile widened, pleased with the terror he was instilling in you. "You should pray for your man, darling. Things are about to get messy."

You were too scared to said something, you were tired of the blows and screams, you knew there was nothing you could do to make him change his plans. On the other hand, you could make him more angry and then Javier and Steve would be dead before they even got out of the truck.

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It must have been an hour or so when the door cracked open again. Before you could react, Diego's hands gripped around your arm, pulling you up and forcing you to walk through the dim light of the corridor.

You felt very weak, but the urgency of the moment made you follow him. It was the first time you had left that room since he brought you here.

Two men were waiting for you in the living room of the house. They held guns and wore sinister looks on their ugly faces. Diego threw your body onto a couch and ordered the men to keep an eye on you.

Your captor opened the door, and then, you saw him. Javier entered the room, and when he looked at you, a mix of relief and anguish flashed across his face. You locked eyes with him, your heart pounding in your chest. He tried to walk towards you, but Diego stopped him and made one of his men search him to verify that he was disarmed.

As soon as the man confirmed Javi hadn't had any weapons, Diego allowed him to approach you. Javi knelt down and squeezed you so hard you thought he could break a rib. However, you didn't mind that at all. Just the warmth of Javier's presence offered a comforting reassurance. You cried on his shoulder as his hand gently brushed your disheveled hair. "Te voy a sacar de aquí, te lo juro," he promised in a whisper.

"A-are you okay?" You asked him, taking his head between your shaking hands. The last thing you knew about him was that he had been shot.

Javier felt a lump in his throat. You were freezing, scared, seemingly beaten – which made his blood boil – and yet you asked for him, your eyes truly concerned for his well-being. He doesn't deserve you.

"Don't worry about me, baby, I'm good," he promised.

On the other side of the room, Diego grew impatient. "Enough of this touching reunion," he sneered, gesturing Javier to stand up.

"You want me. Let her go," your boyfriend pleaded, a mix of frustration and rage in his voice. He looked more violent and aggressive than ever.

Diego laughed sarcastically, and before you knew it, he smashed his fist into Javi's face.

Javier staggered back from the force of the blow, blood trickling from a cut on his lip. You gasped, fear gripping your heart as you watched the brutality unfold.

"You think you can make demands here, Peña? You're in no position to negotiate," Diego taunted. "Besides, she's the reason for all of this shit," he crossed the room towards you in just a few steps. His hands gripped around your head violently, making you gasp and cry louder. It hurt so bad, and you were so scared.

"DON'T TOUCH HER!" Javier bellowed, attempting to reach you. From the look in his brown eyes, he was about to kill Diego.

However, the two men pounced on Javier to stop him, and despite his efforts, they overpower him, keeping him at a distance. Javier's struggles intensified, his frustration and desperation evident. Diego reveled in the chaos he had created, enjoying the power he held over both of you.

"This little teasing bitch thought she could mess with me and then play like a fuckin' saint and accuse me to Messina?" Diego continued, his voice full of resentment and anger. "I'm telling you, Peña, you shouldn't have put her pretty tight pussy over your career. You might regret it."

Javier's gaze burned with a fiery determination as he continued to fight against the men restraining him. Each muscle in his body strained, fueled by the need to protect you.

"I swear you are a dead man," Javier snapped, without a drop of doubt or fear. He was dead serious, ready to take matters into his own hands.

"I spent a lot of time thinking about how I can make you pay for what you did to me," your captor proceeded, as if discussing events from yesterday. "And, as you might know, I came to the conclusion that none of us is clean, so you have to have some tail that I can step on. I did a little research, and that's how I know about your friendship with Los Pepes," he explained. For a moment, you tried to process what you were hearing. Javier working with Los Pepes?

Of course, you knew about them. They were famous for assassinating several of Escobar's men to send a message of fear and overpowering. But Javier somehow working with them? How? Since when? And if Diego knew it, who else? Javi could go to prison for a federal crime or get killed by Los Pepes themselves.

"So, at first, I planned to reveal all the details directly to the Embassy and watch you lose not only your career but your freedom," Diego mused, his eyes narrowing on you, "when I realized that I could do so much more. And I thought about your little girlfriend. I could use her to hurt you, too." He smirked, tightening his grip on your jaw and your hair. The pain shot through you, but you bit your lip to stifle the cries, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. "It's killing two birds with one stone. I kill her in front of you, and then he threw you to the gringo wolves."

Javier's face contorted with anger, "You're a coward, Diego! Let her go, and we settle this man to man."

Diego sneered, "Oh, but she's the sweetest part of this revenge, Peña. I won't let her go that easily," he chuckled, enjoying the torment he was causing. "Plus, It would be a shame if I let her go without having a piece of her," he added, taking your face to made you look at him, his eyes darkened. "What about that, mamacita? Wanna know what you've been missing?"

You swore you were about to throw up when you realized what he was planning. You went pale, shaking as if you wouldn't been shaking enough.

And then, he pulled you off the couch and started dragging you upstairs again.

"NO, PLEASE," you cried, trying to trying to break free from his grip. But he was stronger.

"DIEGO LET HER GO!" Javier, fueled by desperation and anger, launched himself at the two men holding him back. His movements were fierce, a surge of adrenaline pushing him beyond the pain of his recent injuries. He fought with the strength of a man whose sole focus was freeing the person he loved.

You saw as the fist of one of them connected with Javi's stomach, taking his breath out.

"JAVI! NO, JAVI... PLEASE," you kicked and fought, but Diego was stronger and dragged you up the stairs.

You didn't know exactly how things happened, but next thing you knew you were face down on the bed, feeling him behind you, struggling as you cried Javier's name out loud.

"Yes, baby, I want you to scream as loud as you can," he said, "I want Javier Peña to hear everything about his little girl and me..."

Then, the gunfire rained down, echoing through the air like a thunderclap from downstairs. Diego freeze for a moment, and then he unfolded his gun with one hand as the other gripped around your arm again.

Downstairs, Javier seized the opportunity. With a surge of strength and determination, he broke free from the men holding him back. His movements were fueled by a raw mix of anger, fear, and desperation.

Diego, caught off guard by the sudden turn of events, struggled to regain control. As Javier charged up the stairs, the atmosphere in the room shifted. The once confident captor now faced a furious agent on a mission to save you.

"Let her go, Diego!" Javier's voice boomed through the room, carrying the weight of an unwavering resolve.

Diego, realizing he was losing his grip on the situation, attempted to raise his gun, but Javier's adrenaline-fueled assault was too swift. In a moment of sheer determination, Javier lunged at Diego, knocking the gun out of his hand and pinning him against the wall.

The room became a battleground, a collision of two men with everything to lose. Javier fought with a primal intensity; and you, still pinned to the bed, watched the chaotic scene unfold, your heart pounding in your chest.

Suddenly, another round of gunfire erupted from downstairs. The sound reverberated through the building, adding to the chaos. Downstairs, the house became a battleground between new Diego's man and the team that had stormed the building, led by Steve. Both of them came from nowhere, for as much as you knew. In the momentary distraction, Diego landed a powerful blow on Javier, causing him to stagger back.

You gazed at the gun lying in a corner of the room, so you didn't think twice and reached for it. The metallic coolness felt unfamiliar in your trembling hands. Clutching the gun, uncertainty gripped you as you realized you were no expert in handling firearms.

Considering shooting into the air to capture Diego's attention, you hesitated. Amidst the chaos downstairs, you knew it might go unnoticed. Instead, you aimed the gun at Diego, but his movements were erratic, and the fear of accidentally hitting Javier paralyzed you.

But you had to do something, or Diego could kill your Javi. So you did it. You pulled the trigger, and fortunately, you hit the target.

The gunshot echoed through the room as Diego howled in pain, clutching his leg. The sudden turn of events shifted the power dynamics in the room. Javier, momentarily free from Diego's grip, seized the opportunity to tackle him to the ground.

Javier stood up immediately and took the gun from you. "Are you okay?" he asked, concern etched across his face as he scanned you for any signs of harm.

"S-si," you mumbled, eyes staring into his, full of tears and fear. You wanted to put your arms around his neck, to have him pick you up and reassure you.

However, Trujillo and Steve appeared through the door. It was then that you realized that the gunshots below had also stopped.

"Go with him," Javier ordered, pointing at Trujillo.

You didn't understand what was happening. "I'm not going anywhere without you," you said, your fists clenched around his shirt.

"Please, baby, I need to protect you," he insisted.

So you obeyed, leaving Steve and Javier alone with Diego.

As you stepped outside the house, you came across an entire crime scene. There were bodies lying around, Colombian police cars, and a couple of ambulances waiting for you.

Javier and Steve must have been locked in with Diego for about fifteen minutes when a final shot pierced through the midnight air. Through Trujillo's radio, Murphy confirmed that Javier had made Diego no longer a menace.

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x-drack · 1 year

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Voy hacia la muerte aterrado

Habiendo malgastado la vida enfadado

Ahora me da pena irme

Sabiendo que el tiempo que gasté en odiarme no me sirve

- Javier Ibarra Ramos

#kase o #Basureta #rap #hiphop #rap en español

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itd-oficial · 7 months

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SE DESARROLLA EN DURANGO LA XII SESIÓN ORDINARIA DEL CITIA de ANUIES

Con fundamento en el estatuto de la Asociación Nacional de Universidades e Instituciones de Educación Superior (ANUIES), este tres de octubre se desarrolló en el Instituto Tecnológico de Durango (ITD), del Tecnológico Nacional de México (TecNM), la XII Sesión Ordinaria del Consejo de Institutos Tecnológicos e Instituciones Afines (CITIA).

De manera virtual se conocieron los mensajes del subsecretario de educación superior de la Secretaria de Educación Pública, Luciano Concheiro Bórquez y de Ramón Jiménez López director general del TecNM, quienes coincidieron en la importancia de los temas que se centraron en esta reunión, enfocados en la relevancia para la evolución educativa fomentada en los trabajos centrados hacia el marco general de evaluación y acreditación de la educación superior y la construcción de espacios de paz, para la erradicación de la violencia de género en las instituciones de educación superior.

Fungiendo como anfitrión y presidente en turno de la sesión, el director del Instituto Tecnológico de Durango, Guillermo de Anda Rodríguez, dio la bienvenida a alrededor de cincuenta integrantes de este consejo quienes se dieron cita de manera presencial y virtual para retomar los trabajos previos buscando garantizar el ejercicio de la educación superior generando ambientes para que las y los estudiantes fortalezcan su desarrollo profesional y social.

El secretario general ejecutivo de la ANUIES, Luis Armando González Placencia, puntualizo además un importante tema dando a conocer los resultados de la reunión establecida con homólogos de la educación superior en China, en septiembre pasado, donde se tuvo la oportunidad de iniciar una agenda entre la secretaria de educación de este país y la mexicana pensando en un proyecto de relación entre las instituciones educativas, con el especial interés por el desarrollo y aprovechamiento de la tecnología.

En esta reunión se contó además con la representación del gobernador constitucional del Estado de Durango, Esteban Villegas Villareal, en la persona de Francisco Javier Ibarra Guel, subsecretario de educación media superior y superior del Estado, quien reitero el interés por vincular el trabajo con el nivel federal para homogenizar los procesos que permitan hacer las modificaciones pertinentes en los programas de estudio que garanticen una actualización certera y libre de sesgos que puedan excluir a las personas al derecho a la educación, poniendo como ejemplo los recientes trabajos del Primer Encuentro Estatal de Cuerpos de Académicos, Investigación Educativa y Desarrollo Económico, celebrado también en el campus Durango, donde se trabajó con la participación de expertos en pedagogía, investigación, tecnología y docencia.

Así mismo se entabló la conversación para conocer el marco general del sistema de evaluación y acreditación de la educación superior, el cual fue aprobado el pasado 29 de agosto y en el cual se ha trabajado para adhesión completa de 78 Institutos Tecnológicos. La continuación de estos y otros importantes trabajos se llevará a cabo en la décimo tercera sesión ordinaria, que fue solicitada por el Instituto Tecnológico de Celaya y la cual será efectuada en el primer semestre del año 2024.

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motorsportverso · 1 year

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Resultado Do Rally Da Argentina Do Fia Codassur 2023

GERAL TOP 10

1-2-Alejandro Cancio(ARG)\Diego Cagnotti-SKoda Fabia R5,Codassur, 1h45min07.4s

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acapulcopress · 1 month

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Mando civil femenino, desplaza a mando militar en Seguridad Pública

Maremágnum » RICARDO | CASTILLO BARRIENTOS ) Acapulco Press El problema de la seguridad pública en Guerrero ha sido una constante que ha venido padeciendo la población, no de manera generalizada, sí con efectos colaterales multiplicadores que perturban y afectan a miles de familias guerrerenses. La responsabilidad corresponde al Gobierno del Estado desde hace décadas, con resultados lamentables, nada halagüeños; con mandos militares o navales que han fracasado en toda la línea, al frente de la Secretaría de Seguridad Pública estatal. En el gobierno del ingeniero Rubén Figueroa Figueroa (1975-2001), designó como Jefe de todas las policías habidas y por haber, al entonces coronel Mario Arturo Acosta Chaparro, con resultados siniestros debido a la desaparición de centenares de personas, entre ellos, simpatizantes de la guerrilla, delincuentes comunes o enemistades, etapa conocida como la guerra sucia. A partir de Acosta Chaparro hasta la actualidad, -con alguna excepción- los titulares de la corporación policíaca han provenido de las fuerzas castrense (Sedena-Marina), sin obtener los óptimos resultados esperados frente a los embates de las delincuencias organizada y común. Al contrario, los grupos criminales han venido fortaleciéndose al paso del tiempo, a partir del gobierno de Zeferino Torreblanca Galindo. La designación que hizo la gobernadora Evelyn Salgado Pineda, de la encargada de despacho de la Secretaría de Seguridad Pública y Protección Ciudadana, la abogada y maestra Jesús Castro Gutiérrez, con una amplia trayectoria en la dependencia tendrá que dignificar y eficientar a esa dependencia con pésima reputación (remember policía motorizada y Aguas Blancas), por las acciones punitivas de algunos de sus elementos, como sucedió recientemente con el brutal asesinato del estudiante de Ayotzinapa, Yanki Kothan Gómez Peralta. La maestra Castro Gutiérrez cuenta con una completa formación en materia de Derechos Humanos, -que carecen muchos policías estatales- relevante actividad para desterrar todo vestigio de violación a las garantías individuales de la ciudadanía, consagradas en la Constitución General de la República. La nueva Titular Encargada con 25 años en la dependencia, ha desempeñado importantes cargos directivos y obtuvo un reconocimiento de la Oficina de las Naciones Unidas Contra la Droga y el Delito (UNODC), de la Embajada de los Estados Unidos de América. Después del mando ininterrumpido de altos oficiales militares y navales, llega por primera vez una mujer como mando civil de amplia experiencia; esperando no esté contaminada por su larga estancia en esa institución policial, e imponga cambios en las estrategias de prevención del delito, tarea intrínseca de sus facultades y responsabilidades. Este cambio emergente viene a significar un acierto, obligado a transformar la imagen de la dependencia y del gobierno estatal, deteriorada por el último acontecimiento que trascendió en gran magnitud en el plano nacional, a causa de las reacciones violentas de los jóvenes normalistas. Marea Baja.- Los sindicatos títeres del STAUAG y STTAISUAG dejaron en la total indefensión a maestros y trabajadores que fueron expulsados o amonestados de la UAGro, por decisión unilateral del tri-rector, Javier Saldaña Almazán y su comparsa el otrora “Honorable” Consejo Universitario. Los maestros Erik Benjamín Peregrino Ibarra, de la Preparatoria 13 de Zihuatanejo, Tulio Ismael Estrada Apatiga, de la Escuela de Veterinaria y Zootecnia de Técpan de Galeana, Alejandro Arellano Ramos, Víctor Cortez Rafael y Leoncio Villanueva Rojas, de la Preparatoria 8 de Ciudad Altamirano, Alejandro Sotelo Aguilar, de Ciencias Agropecuarias y Ambientales y Sergio Puente Cisneros, de la Escuela de Artes de Zumpango del Río, no fueron notificados ni se les concedió el derecho de audiencia, en franca violación al Reglamento y a la Ley Orgánica del Alma Mater. Además, el propio Saldaña Almazán amenazó de continuar la purga de sus adversarios políticos, hasta obtener el control total y absoluto de la UAGro, a fin de relegirse indefinidamente o dejar en su lugar, alguno de sus incondicionales que obedezca fielmente sus instrucciones; mientras va en busca de aventuras políticas electorales, entre ellas, la gubernatura del estado, así se tenga que enfrentar con el senador Félix Salgado o la gobernadora Evelyn Salgado Pineda, a quienes ahora quema incienso y un cumulo de felicitaciones en desplegados periodísticos y en redes sociales. Marea Alta.- El delegado de los Programas Federales del Bienestar, Iván Hernández Díaz, se quedó como el perro de las tres tortas, pues no se le hizo ni la senaduría, ni la diputación federal, ni la local, cuando había manifestado su interés en participar por alguna candidatura de elección popular. No lo tomaron en cuenta en Morena, por su pésimo desempeño en la dependencia a su cargo, en la cual existieron innumerables conflictos y deficientes manejos en los programas oficiales, que trascendieron a instancias superiores. Su antecesor Pablo Amilcar Sandoval Ballesteros, pésimo ex delegado y fallido candidato a la gubernatura, salió premiado con una diputación plurinominal en la quinta posición, desplazando a Iván Hernández, quien no las trae todas consigo. Maremoto.- Después de escuchar a la ciudadanía de barrios, colonias y comunidades del municipio de Acapulco, el todavía morenista Yoshio Ávila González, quien resultó vencedor de las encuestas para la alcaldía de Acapulco y despojado de la candidatura por el Comité Nacional de MORENA, está dispuesto en acatar la vox populi, porque considera que la voz del pueblo, es la voz de Dios. Esa voz popular está demandando al joven político se registre para contender como candidato a la Presidencia Municipal de Acapulco, por el Partido Movimiento Ciudadano (MC), cuya candidatura recibiría un fuerte apoyo popular, debido al malestar e inconformidad generada tanto al interior de Morena como en la población, ocasionado por la eventual relección de la fallida alcaldesa Abelina López Rodríguez. ) acapulcopress.com Read the full article

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eldiariodebuenosaires · 2 months

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Vilma Ibarra apuntó contra Javier Milei por sus explicaciones en torno a su aumento de sueldo por decreto: "Necesitamos saber si el presidente firma sin saber, deja que cualquier firme cualquier cosa, o si es un mentiroso"

El escándalo por el aumento de sueldos para el presidente y los cargos jerárquicos del gobierno nacional desestabilizaron durante el fin de semana a Javier Milei: tuvo que salir a aclarar por redes sociales que iba a dar marcha atrás con el decreto, aseguró que no sabía cómo había sucedido eso y culpó a Cristina Fernández de Kirchner por la situación a pesar de que él mismo lo había firmado junto…

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laguaridadelnagual · 8 months

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#Dobleces | Piedra ya no es útil

Israel Mendoza Pérez | @imendozape Para la segunda versión de la cuatroté, ya no es útil la lucha de Rosario Piedra Ibarra, presidenta de la Comisión Nacional de los Derechos Humanos. Su llegada a la comisión en 2019, fue un pago a la deuda histórica existente con los grupos políticos y sociales pisoteados, torturados y aniquilados por el Estado en la llamada “guerra sucia��. Ella como personaje prominente en el tema fue empoderada; sin embargo, ahora, con el meteórico ascenso al plano político, de Omar García Harfuch, la posibilidad de su reelección para el próximo año se disuelve. Ambos representan historias antagónicas del periodo de la “guerra sucia”. La reelección de Piedra Ibarra para 2024, tiene nubarrones. No solo por el desaseo administrativo interno y el tortuguismo en las recomendaciones, propiciado por los intereses políticos del secretario Ejecutivo, Francisco Estrada y el llamado “círculo machuchón”, formado a su alrededor. Si no que los recientes movimientos políticos en Morena asoman un reacomodo de fuerzas y ello impactará en posiciones como la presidencia de la CNDH, incluso, por relevo generacional. El pasado familiar de García Harfuch es lo opuesto al de Piedra Ibarra. El papel de su abuelo, Marcelino García Barragán, como secretario de la Defensa Nacional y su papel histórico en la matanza de Tlaltelolco de 1968 es uno de los pasados más oscuros del México represor en el sexenio del priista Gustavo Díaz Ordaz. Si a ello se suma que su padre, Javier García Paniagua fue titular de la desaparecida Dirección Federal de Seguridad (DFS), dependencia política-policiaca de la Secretaría de Gobernación, encargada de la represión en contra de luchadores sociales de la “guerra sucia” en los años setenta. Es más que claro, que ambas personalidades no pueden ser parte de un mismo proyecto futuro. Y es que, la “guerra sucia” es el momento histórico en el que el hermano de Rosario Piedra, Jesús Piedra Ibarra fue desaparecido por sus actividades en la guerrilla urbana dentro de las filas de la Liga Comunista 23 de septiembre. Ese es el detonante de la historia de Rosario Ibarra de Piedra y extendido por Rosario Piedra desde la CNDH y su brazo activista Eureka. Para Rosario Piedra, con su lucha desde el Comité Eureka y traspasada a la CNDH no hay duda de que la participación del Ejército y la DFS —en el pasado reciente— fueron instituciones encargadas reprimir y desaparecer a luchadores sociales y eso está más que probado. La recomendación 30VG/2019 y la creación de la Oficina Especial para Investigar la Represión y Desapariciones Forzadas por Violencia Política del Estado Durante el Pasado Reciente, encabezada por Francisco Estrada, forman parte del antagonismo entre García Harfuch y Piedra Ibarra. Sin embargo, es Rosario Piedra quien ya no tiene cabida en la formación de la segunda parte del modelo de gobierno de la cuatroté que se alista rumbo a 2024. Su activismo está en ciernes de sufrir un revés desde el interior del mismo movimiento que la encumbró y ahora ya no puede formar parte de él. Sus intereses ya no se comparten a no ser que se doblegue y haga de lado un legado histórico de hace más de 40 años de lucha y traicione sus ideales. Read the full article

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blancaliliaibarra · 9 months

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04/04/2022

Este martes 5 de abril de 2022 presentaremos ante la Cámara de Senadores el Informe de Labores 2021. Junto con los integrantes del Pleno del Instituto Nacional de Transparencia, mis colegas comisionadas y comisionados, Francisco Javier Acuña Llamas, Adrián Alcalá Méndez, Norma Julieta Del Río Venegas, Oscar Mauricio Guerra Ford, Rosendoevgueni Monterrey Chepov y Josefina Román Vergara, acudiremos al Senado mexicano para presentar los resultados de un año de trabajo. Este ejercicio de rendición de cuentas da cumplimiento a lo dispuesto en el artículo 6° de nuestra Constitución, que establece la obligación de presentar un informe anual de labores ante el Senado.

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cada-atletismo · 11 months

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Transportación para los GPS

La CADA con la colaboración de la Municipalidad de Concepción del Uruguay anuncio los listados de los dos (2) buses que trasladaran desde Ezeiza, Aeroparque y desde el CENARD a los distintos participantes extranjeros y argentinos hasta los hoteles en la sede de los Grand Prix Sudamericanos Concentración en informes OMNIBUS 1 - IDA - SALE EZEIZA 07.00 hs Nombre y Apellido País Alojamiento 1 Rodriguez Osorno Johnatan COL Termas 2 Torrealba Ramos Leodan VEN Termas 3 Padrino Villazana Kelvis VEN Termas 4 Tenorio Arboleda Helen COL Termas 5 Moreno Chiquillo Geiner COL Termas 6 Berrio Valoyes John COL Termas 7 De Bassi Anny BRA Termas 8 Mendes Da Silva Douglas BRA Termas 9 Calderon Maza Andrea ECU Termas 10 Correa Palacios Gilmar COL Termas Suben en Aeroparque-Aproximadamente 8.30 Lugar de concentración arribos Internacionales 11 Palomino Greta Julio PER Termas 12 Poma Mendoza Anita PER Termas 13 Torrez Torrez Guadalupe BOL Termas 14 Gimenez Gustale Macarena PAR Termas 15 Hiebert Klassen Xenia PAR Termas 16 Baez Barrios Ruth PAR Termas 17 Contrera Rivas Araceli PAR Termas 18 Maidana Pedrozo Fredy PAR Termas 19 Almiron Escobar Cesar PAR Termas 20 Wolk Retmer Jonathan PAR Termas 21 Zalazar Ayala Misael PAR Termas 22 Vera Noelia PAR Termas 23 Mongelos Gustavo PAR Termas 24 Torres Fulgencio PAR Termas 25 Adao de Sa Mateus BRA Termas 26 Kauam Kamal Aleixo BRA Termas 27 Abreu Paes Lutimar BRA Termas 28 Da Silva Wolski Allan BRA Termas 29 De Jesus Azevedo Ana BRA Termas 30 Deliser Espinoza Arturo PAN Termas 31 Lamboglia Florencia ARG Termas 32 Bernard Stilling Helen ARG Termas 33 Casetta Sofia ARG Termas 34 Dulcic Paula ARG Termas 35 Aguilera Benajmin ARG Termas 36 Alonso Fausto ARG Termas 37 Aranda Violeta ARG Termas 38 Carballo Juan Ignacio ARG Termas 39 Zuberbuhler Juana ARG Termas 40 Ciampiti Juan Ignacio ARG Termas 41 Londero Daniel ARG Termas 42 Moretta Damian ARG Termas 43 Napolitano Valentina ARG Termas 44 Emmert Pedro ARG Termas 45 Cochet Augusto Mariano ARG Termas 46 Perez Lazarte Leandro ARG Termas 47 Guerrero Antonella ARG Termas 48 Ibarra Zaracho Sofia ARG Termas 49 Pinti Agustin ARG Termas 50 Melgarejo Nazareno ARG Termas 51 Reynaga Matias ARG Termas 52 Morillas Javier ARG Termas 53 Malgor Leonardo ARG Termas CONTACTO JAVIER MORILLAS +5491165098124-Ezeiza CONTACTO EN AEROPARQUE FLORENCIA LAMBOGLIA OMNIBUS 2 - IDA - SALE DEL CENARD 12.30 hs SOBRE LIBERTADOR ESQ.RICHIERI- PORTON DEL CENARD 1 Lopez Mendoza Stefany Paola COL Termas 2 Rodriguez Espinel Santiago COL Termas 3 Bolivar Latorre Camilo COL Termas 4 Preciado Moreno David COL Termas 5 Sinisterra Renteria Leydy COL Termas 6 Albarracin Maximiliano ARG Termas 7 Ruggeri Guillermo ARG Termas 8 Diaz Maximiliano ARG Termas 9 Lucero Leslie Tamara ARG Termas 10 Chavarria Ezequiel ARG Termas 11 Villegas Tomas ARG Termas 12 Villegas Lucas ARG Termas 13 Manrique Fabian ARG Termas 14 Maldonado Katherine ARG Termas 15 Zezular Santiago ARG Termas 16 Barberia Santiago ARG Termas 17 Gramajo Fabiana ARG Termas 18 Roldan Guillermo ARG Termas 19 Alfonzo Walter Imanol ARG Termas 20 Visentini Carlos ARG Termas 21 Larregina Elian ARG Termas 22 Levaggi Micaela ARG Termas 23 Martinez Noelia ARG Termas 24 Dupans Florencia ARG Termas 25 Durá Joaquina ARG Termas 26 Falcheti Matias ARG Termas 27 Florio Franco ARG Termas 28 Fritzsche Belen ARG Termas 29 Cochet Augusto Mariano ARG Termas 30 Peidon Franco ARG Grand Hotel 31 Ubiedo Andrea ARG Grand Hotel 32 Mantello Lautaro Taiel ARG Grand Hotel 33 Vega Tomas ARG Carlos I° 34 Scarponi Carolina ARG Carlos I° 35 Rojas Landaburu Manuel ARG Carlos I° 36 Leiva Miguel ARG Carlos I° 37 Riveira Rodriguez Santiago ARG Carlos I° 38 Ferrari Luciano ARG Carlos I° 39 Cremaschi Renzo ARG Carlos I° 40 Thomas Evangelina ARG Carlos I° 41 Escudero Martina ARG Carlos I° 42 Baigorria Giuliana ARG Carlos I° 43 De Genaro Bruno ARG Carlos I° 44 Bruno Carola ARG S/Hotel 45 Correa Camila ARG S/Hotel 46 Piton Marcos Luciano ARG S/Hotel 47 Quintero Guillermo ARG S/Hotel 48 Abrego Paola ARG S/Hotel 49 Guevara Gonzalo ARG Carlos I° Read the full article

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Glimpse of a life with Javier Peña (series)

Chapter 10

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Summary: Javier is desperate to save what he had built with you. Could you trust him again?

SERIES MASTERLIST

Previous chapter

Pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader

Word count: 4.5k

Warnings: Lots of angst. Sad!Reader & Sad!Javi. Mentions of pregnancy (but not what you’re thinking). Mentions of oral sex female receiving. Mentions of violence typical of the series.

A/N: So, Halloween Hangover is REAL🤕 but I managed to survive the weekend. However, I couldn’t managed to get to the university today😅 Anyway! WELCOME TO CHAPTER 10!❤️✨ I hope you like it🙏🏻🙈

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You didn't want to get out of bed. All you desired was to stay there all day, curled up in the cocoon of your misery.

The pain in your heart felt suffocating, and your eyes were swollen from hours of crying. You cried until exhaustion pulled you into a deep sleep.

As the sun's rays gradually pierced through your blinds, there was no escaping the relentless march of time. When you finally found the strength to get out of bed, you made your way to the bathroom for a cold shower.

It was Sunday, and you had the day off from work. Instead of going to the embassy, you stayed alone in your apartment, replaying the painful conversation with Javier in your mind. The hurtful words still weighed on your heart, and you couldn't shake the feeling of betrayal.

You tried to watch TV or read a book, but nothing seemed to distract you from the image of Javier. Why did he have to be so stubborn? Was it that difficult for him to stop seeing her? A tear fell onto the page of your book, one that hadn't turned since you opened it.

What if he slept with her while he was "waiting" for you? Maybe he was infatuated with her, maybe he cheated on you...

Your stomach turned just thinking about it. The uncertainty and pain had made a hole on your chest.

You went to the kitchen, but the fridge was empty. During the shower, you searched for a bottle of shampoo and soap, realizing that, little by little, your life had become intertwined with Javier's.

The absence of Poncho's bowl in the corner of your kitchen counter was a stark reminder the everything you needed and had was now at his apartment – even your heart.

You returned to your bed, hoping to get at least a couple of hours of sleep to avoid the hurt.

Javier, on the other side, couldn't stop thinking about the terrible things he had said yesterday. He felt like a complete asshole. He had spent the entire night thinking about you, the unfortunate words that came out of his mouth, and your tears. Your eyes were full of hurt and disappointment, and he couldn't forgive himself for causing you that pain.

He cared more about making it up to you than the threats of Diego Ibarra. He believed they were just empty promises from a drunk man. However, he knew he had to address the situation and eliminate the threat. Helena had information, but Javier thought that it would be just drunken ramblings.

He knew he had to rebuild your trust and repair the damage he had done to your relationship. He thought about ways to make it right, not just by avoiding Helena but by showing you how much you meant to him. He needed to convince you that you were his priority and that he would choose you over anything or anyone else.

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The persistent knocking on your door woke you up. Judging by the time displayed on the alarm clock beside your bed, you'd only managed to sleep for an hour and a half. You climbed out of bed with caution, your bare feet barely making a sound on the floor.

Moving towards the door in silence, you paused for a moment before discreetly peering through the peephole. On the other side, Javier stood, his ear pressed against the door. When he knocked again, you instinctively pulled back.

He called your name softly, his tone gentle. "Please open the door; we have to talk," he urged. However, you remained immobile. "I know you're right there; I can smell your perfume," he added, causing your cheeks to flush.

"I don't want to see you," your voice still carried the traces of sleep.

A lingering silence followed, stretching into what felt like minutes, yet you knew he hadn't moved.

"I'm sorry," he finally pleaded, his voice tinged with remorse. "I'm an idiot, I know."

Javier's apology lingered in the hallway between you two. The weight of his words hung heavily in the air, and you were torn between letting him in and keeping him away from you.

You decided to speak, your voice soft but tinged with a mix of emotions. "You hurt me," you finally said. "I don't know if you can understand how deeply."

There was a pause on the other side of the door before he responded, "I know, bonita. I can't bear the thought of you being hurt because of me."

You found yourself torn. On one hand, you still cared for him deeply, but on the other, the hurt from the night before was very fresh. You leaned against the door and let out a sigh. "What do you want, Javier?"

His voice was earnest as he replied, "I want to make things right. I don't want to lose you."

You considered his words, your thoughts a whirlwind of emotions. After a moment, you hesitated but eventually opened the door to let him in.

Javier's expression was a mixture of relief and gratitude. His big, brown, puppy eyes staring at you with hurt and regret.

"May I come in?" He asked.

You nodded, and he stepped inside as you closed the door behind him. The atmosphere in your apartment was thick with tension, and you found it hard to meet his gaze.

He broke the silence. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said what I said. It was wrong, and I didn't mean it. Please, forgive me."

You sighed, the weight of the situation heavy on your shoulders. "What you said really hurt me. It made me doubt everything between us."

He approached you, reaching out to gently touch your cheek. "I know, I know." He sounded desperate, his voice thick with emotion. "But you must know that you mean everything to me."

"Then why didn't you choose me over her?" Your eyes welled up with tears again, "I'm your girlfriend, Javier. I just don't understand why you would risk us for this."

"I choose you over anything and anyone, mi amor." He took your head between his hands, lifting it up so you could see right into his desperate gaze. "I know it doesn't justify me, but between what she said about Diego and the frustration of finding a solution it made me talk shit that I don't really mean." Your eyes were full of tears and hurt, it broke his heart. When he talked again, you could perceive the fear in his voice, "I-I don't want to lose you. Te amo como no tienes idea, preciosa. Por favor, ¿qué tengo que hacer para que me perdones?"

Your hands went to his wrists. You weren't sure if you wanted them off your skin or closer. However, you didn't allow your emotions took over your brain.

"I..." you needed to ask, but you were so afraid of his response. But you have to, you have to... "Did you ever cheat on me?" The words came out of your mouth in a shaking whisper, "I mean, not just with her, but with anyone."

"What? No, of course not, baby," he looked panicked, but you could see the sincerity in his eyes and the firmness of his voice. "I would never do such a thing to you." He hesitated but then added, "I've never paid for sex, I want you to know that. You well know I would never force anyone to be with me; I'm not that kind of person."

For Javier, the seconds you spent looking into his eyes, hesitating about your next move, felt like an eternity. He would beg on his knees for your forgiveness if necessary. He knew he wouldn't die of love, but he didn't want live a life without yours. So when you finally spoke, his heart shattered at his feet.

"I think we should take a break."

"Are you breaking up with me?" the question came out of his mouth in a shaking breath.

You didn't want to say it, but you didn't want to give him hope either. "I just need space to think about this. I can't be in a relationship where I'm not a priority."

"You're my number one priority, bonita. I'm fully committed to what we have," he said, his voice full of emotion.

"Please, just leave," you pleaded, tired. He attempted to add something else, anything, but you cut him off. "Goodbye, Javier."

He let his arms fall to his sides, his fists clenching as anxiety crept up his body. But he nodded, defeated.

You followed him to the door, and when he was out, he turned to you again and said, "Probably this wouldn't be in my favor, but you should know that I'll call Helena today," he said, but it didn't surprise you. "I have to ask her about Diego, it's just that. I swear I won't call her again," he promised.

You shrugged, as if you didn't care, as you said, "Haz lo que quieras, Javier."

The hurt on his eyes was evident. His heart sank on his chest as a lump formed in his throat. He couldn't believe he was losing you.

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The first few days, Javier offered take you home after work so you don't have to be alone at night.

"First of all, I don't need you to protect me," you had told him, "Secondly, Martha offered to take me," you let him know.

You did your best to avoid him, even when you inevitably crossed paths in the office's kitchen or in the hallways, and he attempted to talk to you. He was doing his best to be patient, but he missed you so damn much. He felt a constant pang in his chest, especially when he saw you or when he longed for your company at night. You missed him too, feeling a hole in your chest.

When you were a child, you used to be always sick. Your grandmother used to say it was because you had a weak immune system due to always being sad about your family's problems. However, your mother always said you faked the symptoms because you were too spoiled and didn't want to go to school.

When your father left, you were seriously ill for weeks, and you even had to be hospitalized for a stomach bug. The doctor said it was related to your anxiety and your immune system responding to your sadness.

Being separated from Javier had taken a toll on your physical well-being. You had been experiencing nausea for a couple of days, which you initially attributed to stress. However, one of those days, you called in sick at work. You had been throwing up since the afternoon before, and in the morning, you felt terrible.

At first you panicked at the intrusive thought that you might be pregnant. Even though you convinced yourself it couldn't be, you took a pregnancy test.

It was negative, of course. You thought that being pregnant would be the worst thing that could happen to you at that moment. Becoming a mother was something you always wanted, but not like this, not at this stage of your life.

You sighed in relief when you saw the result, but still couldn't shake off the fact that you felt so unwell. In the midst of the sickness, you found yourself missing Javier even more. Despite your best efforts to push him away, there was a hole in your life that only he seemed to fill.

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It was like a deja vú, when you were sleeping on your couch and you heard a knock on your door. You decided to ignore whoever was at the other side, you just wanted to sleep. Then, you heard his voice calling your name. It was Javi and, honestly, you were too weak to fight back.

''C'mon in,'' you mumbled, not even making an attempt to get out the couch.

Javier entered, concern etched across his face. He noticed you lying there, pale and unwell. The apartment was dim, and he moved cautiously, trying not to disturb you.

"You don't look well," he said softly.

"Thank you?" You couldn't help but smile a little.

"I heard you called in sick at work. I wanted to check on you," he said, kneeling beside you, his hand caressing your hair and your forehead. ''You have a fever,'' he sounded concerned.

''I know,'' you said, your eyes closed, absorbing his touch and his presence. ''Connie came and prescribed some medicine. It worked, actually. I was worse.''

''Connie? She didn't even call me,'' he furrowed. ''Why didn't you call me?''

''I am not your responsibility, Javier. And I asked her not to,'' you answered.

''Don't call me like that,'' he whispered, clearly hurt.

''Why not? It's your name,'' you forrowed, but your eyes were still close.

'''Cause it sounds like you don't love me,'' he whispered, hurt lingering in his voice.

You opened your tired eyes, finding him close to you, and you gave him a weak smile, ''Siempre te voy a amar,'' you confessed. It was true, and you were too tired to pretend otherwise.

Javier's eyes softened, and he moved a little closer. "También te amo, mucho más de lo que imaginas," he admitted with a hint of vulnerability.

You couldn't help but feel a mixture of emotions as you looked into his eyes. There was still so much love between you, but it was buried under the weight of recent events. You reached out and touched his cheek gently, and Javier leaned into your touch.

"I miss you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I want to make things right, but I understand if you need more space."

You thought for a moment, your feelings a swirling mess. Finally, you said, "I don't want to lose what we had."

Javier nodded, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "Me neither."

He allowed you to sleep throughout the afternoon, and when you woke up again, he had prepared dinner for the two of you. Honestly, you thought that probably he would return to work or his apartment, but you were glad he didn't.

You were feeling slightly improved, enough to stand up and join him in the kitchen.

"I did my best," he said, presenting to you his attempt of caldito de pollo.

You were indeed very hungry but still felt a bit weak in the stomach. Despite that, you made an effort to eat.

"It's not bad, actually," you admitted, making him smile with pride. "I didn't know you could actually cook."

"I have a few tricks up my sleeve," he winked playfully, and you blushed at his charming response. His hand reached for yours, caressing the tip of your fingers, his playful demeanor gradually shifted into a more serious one. He gently squeezed your hand, his eyes searching yours for a moment of sincerity.

"Listen, there's something I need to tell you," he said, his voice soft but uncertain. "I hope you don't mind, I use your bathroom."

You looked at him, a mix of curiosity and amusement due to his peculiar confession. "It's not a crime to use someone's bathroom, Javier."

He smirk as his gaze dropped to the table, and he continued, "I found the box of the pregnancy test on the sink."

Your heart raced as his words sank in. You had forgotten to throw away the box; you had only discarded the test stick. You hadn't expected him to find it.

"I'm here for you, no matter what," he reassured you, his eyes filled with sincerity. "You won't face this alone."

You shook your head in surprise. "Wait, what?"

"I mean it," he answered, determination in his eyes. "I know I messed things up, but I want to fix it up with you." His hands captured yours, and you could see a sparkle in his eyes. Oh, no. "I'm not saying this just because of the baby, but if this is going to happen right now, I want to do it with you."

"Javier, I..." you tried to say, but he was so eager to share his plans.

"I'm serious," he gently interrupted you. "After I finish my work here, we'll go to Laredo. I have a house, and I can work on my father's ranch, and..."

"Javi, I'm not pregnant," you finally said it, and he seemed taken aback.

Javier blinked in surprise. "You're not pregnant?" His voice carried a mixture of confusion and disappointment.

You shook your head. "No, I'm not. I just got sick, and for a moment, I thought it might be something else, but the test was negative."

"Oh," you noticed that the sparkle had disappeared, but he also appeared somewhat relieved. "I'm sorry; I made the connection between your symptoms and the tests, and I..."

"It's okay, I also thought I was pregnant due to my symptoms. I've been feeling nauseous the whole week," you explained.

"And why didn't you tell me?" He asked, sounding a bit hurt. "We see each other every day at work. Even if we're apart, you can always talk to me, especially about something as significant as you thinking you're carrying my child."

The statement made you flush at the mere thought of actually having a child with him. You couldn't help but wonder if everything he was saying when he still thought you were pregnant was real for him. Did Javier have the capacity for such commitment? Hadn't he been scared of marriage, as you had heard?

Of course, you had thought about what it would be like to marry Javier Peña, but you never wanted to rush anything. If it was meant to happen between you, it would happen in its own time.

"It's not that I didn't want to tell you. I just thought it was a false alarm, and I didn't want to worry you unnecessarily."

He nodded, understanding your perspective. "I appreciate that, but I want you to know that I'm here for you, and I want to be a part of your life, no matter what."

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Javier spent the entire weekend at your apartment, taking exceptional care of you. Nausea still lingered, but the vomiting had subsided, and your color began to return to your face. He made sure you ate well, stayed hydrated, took your medicines on time, and rested as much as you needed.

He even brought Poncho back to your place so he could feed him without leaving you. You also noticed that he'd bought a larger bowl and more food for the fish, showing how well he'd been looking after your little aquatic companion.

Despite his attentiveness, you and Javier hadn't progressed beyond some innocent caressing. There were no kisses, and he hadn't tried to invite himself into your bed. You had set boundaries, which he respected, understanding that you were still hurt from the past.

You knew it might be best to create some space between the two of you, not to give him false hope, but at the same time, you couldn't resist having him by your side. His presence made you feel like you were floating over the moon. You craved his warmth, his touch, and his brown eyes, just as much as he yearned for the same from you.

You wished you had more self-control over your heart in matters of Javier Peña, because you knew he could easily be the total ruin of you if you allowed him. You found yourself drawn to him like a moth to a flame. His presence wrapped around you like a warm, comforting blanket, and despite your attempts to keep a safe distance, you couldn't help but crave his touch, his smile, his everything.

Yes, you still felt angry and upset about everything that had happened, but you couldn't deny how much you wanted to be with him, to give him every single piece of you and claim every piece of him as your own.

So, you had to decide if you were willing to risk it all to be with him again or spend the rest of your life wondering what would it be.

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It was Monday, and you were in your room getting ready to head back to work. Javier, who had heard you showering so early, knocked on your bedroom door.

"Are you sure you're ready for work?" he asked, concern for your health still visible on his features.

You saw him through your vanity mirror as you put on your earrings. "I don't survive on air, Javi," you said, adding a touch of humor to your comment.

"Don't worry about that. I can cover the expenses for the days you need to recover," he sincerely offered.

You stood up and approached him. When he looked at you, he was mesmerized by your beauty, and one look from you was enough to weaken his knees. You made him crave every morsel of your love, and he knew he had to earn it. So when your delicate hands cupped his face, with your thumbs brushing his cheeks, he closed his eyes to savor your touch, feeling like a man who had stumbled upon an oasis in the middle of a desert.

"That's so sweet, Javi," you whispered. Then you leaned in to reach his lips.

Your kiss conveyed warmth and tenderness, a silent promise that you still cared deeply for him, despite the complications between you. Javier's eyes opened slowly as you pulled away, and he felt a mix of emotions swirling within him. "You've done so much for me, Javi. I'm really grateful for your help."

His lips curved into a warm, gentle smile. "I'll always be here for you," he said, caressing your face. The sincerity in his eyes was undeniable, and it touched your heart.

"No more secrets, Javi." As you said that, Javi's eyes lighted up with hope and relief. "If we're going to be together, we have to trust each other."

He nodded like a child, a smile adorning his feature, "No more secrets, I promise."

"And you're not going to see Helena, ever." You waited for another round of stubbornness, but instead, he nodded immediately, looking into your eyes with determination.

"Yes, of course, baby," he said finally, his thumb softly caressing your cheek..

"I'm going to trust you, and I would let you meet with other informants," you continued, and he could see the determination and seriousness in your reddened eyes. "But if you ever, ever, betray me – we're done and you won't see me again."

Javier swallowed hard, his eyes softened as he looked at you like a scolded puppy.

"I don't usually give second chances, but this is your third one," you warned, "so review your priorities."

"You're my priority," he promised, drawing closer as his hands encircled your waist as he leaned in to gently kiss your lips, your cheeks, and then he focused on the space between your jawline and your shoulders, planting sweet pecks on your delicate skin. You smelled delicious, delicate and femenine. Javier was starving for your body, your warm, your kiss.

"We're gonna be late," you warned, but he didn't stopped tracing your neck with his lips.

"I've missed you," his hands clenched around your hips, pushing your body back to your bed.

"Javi..." you tried to insist, but he knew exactly how to make you feel good.

"Shhh, I know you missed me as much as I did," his hands lifted you enough to get you over the bed, where you laid down as his hands started working on lift your pencil skirt.

Quickly, he get rid of your tights, along with your panties and your heels. "Fuck," he said as he finally saw your already wet folds, "you don't have idea how much I missed your pussy," he groaned.

Before you could say anything, his face hide between your legs, making you gasp and get lost on a wave of pleasure.

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The end of September arrived, and your relationship with Javier had evolved in ways you both had never anticipated. The love between you two was undeniable, and you found yourselves deeply entwined in each other's lives. Every day with him was filled with love and laughter, and the nights were passionate and intimate.

Javier was a passionate and caring boyfriend, always attentive to your wishes and needs, taking you on romantic dates and cherishing the time you spent together. The sex was awesome, more than you could ever imagine. He introduced you to his father, albeit through a phone call, and you did the same with your sisters and your grandfather.

Your bond seemed to be heading toward a serious commitment, and you couldn't help but think about what he said when he thought you were pregnant.

Suddenly, you found yourself pondering the idea of marriage more and more. What would it be like to build a future with Javier? A family. Your heart told you it was what you wanted, but your mind was cautious, telling you that you should take things slow. You knew that you should be out of Colombia before forming a family, when both of you were safe and have time to talk about it. For now, you decided to enjoy the present with him.

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Javier was driving to work with you. His right hand on your thigh and the other on the steering wheel, eyes focused on the road.

"Ay, no," you murmured, and he looked at you.

"What's the matter, bonita?" He asked, his brow a little bit forrowed.

"I forgot my coffee," you pout, "I left it on the table."

"Want me to buy you one?" He offered, making you smiled.

"You're the best, you know that?" You said as your hand reached the back of his head and scratched his scalp, causing a pleasant sensation run down his spine.

Javi pull over on the first coffee shop he saw and crossed the street to buy coffee for the two of you.

He only last about ten minutes ordering, and when he was about to pay, hell broke loose.

The sound of gunfire and people screaming filled the air. His instincts kicked in, and his hand reached for the gun tucked in his back. Panic spread like wildfire as people scattered in all directions, searching for a place to hide. All he could think about was you. He had left you in his truck...

Javier stepped out of the restaurant and witnessed chaos unfolding. A car sped down the street, disappearing around a corner. His heart sank as he noticed the damage: bullet holes riddled his truck, shattered windows littered the street, and dust hung in the air. But you were nowhere to be seen.

Fear gnawed at him as he realized you were alone in the midst of this chaos. Without a second thought, he raced towards his truck, not knowing if you were safe, injured, or worse.

Javier's ears buzzed, and the echo of his own racing heart pounded inside his head as he approached the truck. He was terrified, hesitant to confirm what he feared most. The thought of your injured body overwhelmed him, but he had to know.

As he neared, he noticed the passenger door was wide open. His heart sank as he first saw your feet, and then he spotted you, lying face down on the hard ground, surrounded by shattered glass.

Panic seized him; you weren't moving.

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