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Glimpse of a life with Javier Peña

Chapter 11

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Summary: After being attacked, Javier felt guilty for put you in danger. He would do whatever it takes to keep you safe.

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Pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader

Word count: +5.4k

Warnings: Mentions of injures and blood. Mention to violence typical of the series. I prefer to not give more details to prevent spoilers, but this is +18. You’re on your own, kids.

A/N: Hello! Chapter 11 finally here! Sorry for taking so long, I’m on finals in college so I’ve been studying, doing lots of homework and starting my thesis!🙈😬 But here I am, I hope you like it!

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Javier had never felt such intense fear in his entire life. Everything around him seemed to fade into the background as he fixated solely on your motionless body. His world moved in slow motion as he rushed toward you.

No, no, no... everything except you. He can't lose you, he just would never survive such thing.

He dropped to his knees beside you, his heart pounding so hard it could make a hole on his chest. But when he put his hands on you, relief washed over him. Your eyes were widened with fear and disorientation. You were shaking, you had scraped your chin, and your hands were cut from when you fell onto the sidewalk.

But you were fine. You were alive.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest as you both sat on the ground. As he gently held your face, his heart sank again when he saw the blood on your mouth. Quickly, he checked you and discovered that you had bitten yourself, likely from when you let yourself fall to avoid a bullet.

Javier held you tightly, feeling a rush of emotions. He was relieved you were alive, but anger and fear still coursed through him. He looked around, making sure the area was safe, before helping you stand up.

"Come on, I need to get you out of here," he said urgently. He didn't want to stick around and risk another attack. Javier tried to pull you up, but when you attempted to stand, a sound of pain escaped your lips. "What is it?"

"N-no puedo," you mumbled. "Me duele mucho el tobillo." Without wasting more time, Javier leaned in to wrap an arm around your back and the other behind your knees, lifting you gently as he carried you into the restaurant; it seemed safer in there.

He sat you on the nearest table, still trembling from the shock. Javier crouched down in front of you, his eyes searching yours.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.

You nodded weakly, trying to find your voice. "Creo... creo que si. Sólo asustada y me duele el tobillo, " you mumbled.

Javier took off your heel to check your ankle; it was already swollen.

As he focused on your injuries, you looked at your surroundings. People were scared, trying to process what had happened, the sound of police sirens growing increasingly closer. Then, you saw the truck, the bullet holes on the door, and the windows completely destroyed. If you paid enough attention, you could see the holes in the concrete wall of the building next to the truck. If you hadn't seen him before, you would be dead by now... Suddenly, the realization hit you like a ton of bricks.

"Javi?" Your quivering voice captured his attention, and then you broke down. The crying was unstoppable, you were shaking, sobbing, your heart racing with adrenaline.

Javier gently put his arm around you as your tears flowed. "Shh, it's okay," he whispered, his voice filled with reassurance. "I've got you. You're safe now," he held you for a while, letting you cry out the fear and stress that had built up.

By the time the police and paramedics arrived, you were calmer. You still had a slight tremor, but you had stopped crying.

Reluctantly, Javier left your side to speak with the police, who were already cordoning off the area. A young female paramedic began to tend to your wounds as you observed Javier's discussion with the authorities. He appeared so angry and frustrated, like a caged animal.

You noticed Steve and Trujillo, another colleague from the DEA, arriving and approaching to Javier, who engaged in an intense conversation with them, their faces etched with concern. You couldn't hear what they were saying, but it seemed like a heated discussion.

The paramedic continued her work, cleaning and dressing your minor wounds. She asked you a few questions, ensuring you weren't seriously injured, but mentioned that you would need an X-ray to assess the damage to your ankle. You answered her questions with shaky but coherent responses, explaining that you had fallen during the chaos.

As you sat there, you couldn't help but wonder what had just happened, it was all so surreal.

In less than a few minutes, your life seemed to became a completely chaos, you had seen your life passed before your eyes.

You didn't notice when the paramedic finally let you, you still had the metallic taste of your own blood on your mouth, turning your stomach, made you finally vomit. You moved to the side and began to throw up bile and stomach fluid. Javier returned immediately at your side, took back your hair and rubbed your back.

One of the employees of the restaurant gave you some water to rinse your mouth. You rinsed and spat out the bitter taste, feeling so embarrassed for all the mess you made.

"I'm-I'm sorry," you said, thick and quivering voice.

"It's okay, baby," Javier said, "Don't worry about that."

"I wanna go home, Javi," you pleaded, "Please let's just go home."

Javier continued to caress your hair as he finished helping you clean up. He couldn't bear the sight of you, broken and battered: the swollen bottom lip from the fall, your tired and scared eyes, your wounds on your face, and the stains of blood on your knees.

"I want to go home too, bonita, but we can't," he explained, and that caused you to start crying again. The fear and shock still had a tight grip on you.

"We have to go to the Embassy right now; it's safer," he insisted.

"She needs X-rays for her ankle, sir," said the paramedic, which prompted a brief discussion among the authorities and Javier. ''She must go to the nearest hospital.'' It was clear that you needed medical attention, but Javier didn't want to leave you alone in your fragile state, neither exposed you to another attack. After some deliberation, they decided that you could be transported to the embassy for medical care and further evaluation of your injuries.

Javier was relieved that he wouldn't have to leave your side. He continued to comfort you, whispering words of assurance and love as the paramedics prepared to transport you. It was a difficult and frightening experience, but you took solace in knowing that Javier was with you.

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You spent the entire day at the hospital. While you needed to use bandages for your ankle and rest for at least two weeks, you were technically fine. The shock of the attack still weighed heavily on you. You couldn't help but wonder what might have happened if you hadn't seen it coming or if Javier had been in the truck...

Both the Bogotá police department and the DEA took the incident seriously, closing a section of the public hospital specifically for you. Their concern was evident, given the attack on one of their agents and the danger you had both faced.

When Messina and some other agents and police arrived at the hospital, Javier reluctantly left your side. He assured you that he had to talk with them in private but promised to return as soon as possible.

After the doctors determined the status of your ankle, Javier returned to your side, accompanied by Steve, Trujillo, and Messina, who looked stressed as always.

Javi moved closer to where you were lying in bed, one ankle elevated and bandaged. "Honey, we need to know exactly what happened. Can you do that?" His gentle and soft voice surprised everyone in the room. His colleagues from the police and DEA were used to seeing him as a tough and serious man, always focused on his job with a bad reputation as a playboy. However, you knew this sweet and caring side of him well.

"I was waiting for you in the truck," you explained, your hands sweating and shaking for recalling the traumatic event. "Everything seemed normal until a car stopped beside me. I don't know why I turned to look at it; I just did, and I saw this man pointing a gun at me." You remembered, "I reacted quickly, maybe by instinct, so I opened the door, and when I tried to step out, the gunfire began. So I just let myself fall."

Javier's grip thighening on your hand, giving you comfort.

"The man fired several shots, and I felt a sharp pain in my ankle as I fell to the ground," you said. "I was so scared and couldn't move. I thought he would come closer and finish me off."

Messina, Javier, and Steve, listened intently as you spoke, their faces a mix of concern and anger.

"Then, Javier came running, and he helped me get to safety," you added, your voice quivering with the memory.

Trujillo nodded and took notes as you described the incident in detail. "Was he driving, or was there someone else?" he asked.

"There was someone driving, but I didn't see him," you said.

"Did you identify the man?" Steve wanted to know, but you shook your head.

"Try to remember, sweetheart," Javi's hand caressed your hair, and his thumb brushed yours while holding your hand.

"He had a mustache..." you sounded like you were questioning.

"Okay," intervened Messina as she stood up, "If she doesn't remember, it could compromise the investigation," she pointed, and everyone agreed. "We are going to follow the lead Peña gave us, but we must manage this under the radar," she warned.

You furrowed your brow, and she intervened again, "The politics are clear: our agents and administrative employees shouldn't get involved with each other." You blushed. "I have to figure out how to manage with our superiors in the US while we solve this on our own."

Messina continued, "We can't jeopardize the mission by getting entangled in personal affairs. Our priority is to apprehend Pablo Escobar and dismantle the drug cartel." Her stern expression softened slightly, and she looked at you. "I understand that emotions can run deep in high-stress situations, but we must remain focused."

You nodded in understanding, despite the lingering sense of fear and unease from the attack.

When your boss and the other agents left the room, Javier, still by your side, gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.

Javier sat down beside you, taking a deep breath, trying to regain some composure. He watched you with deep concern, his eyes lingering on the wounds on your body. With a gentle touch, he brushed a strand of disheveled hair away from your face.

"You were really brave back there, you know?" he said softly, his voice filled with admiration for your courage.

You managed a weak smile despite the pain and anxiety still coursing through you. "I had a good teacher," you replied. His eyes softened, and he leaned closer to plant a tender kiss on your forehead; then, a soft and gentle kiss on your injured lips.

"So," you said when he straightened up, "You think this was Diego's, don't you?"

Javi sighed as he scratched his forehead. "There's something I have to tell you."

You were actually nervous about what he could say. No more secrets, you both had promised. The words he just said seemed to break that agreement. From the look in his eyes, you could tell he knew it too.

He took a deep breath and met your gaze. "You deserve to know, and I should have told you before." You frowned, concern filling your eyes. Javier hesitated for a moment, choosing his words carefully. "You know that I went to see Helena," he said, as if he were disarming a bomb. It was true; you knew he had gone to see her after your previous breakup. "She told me that Diego has been linked to some of the people associated with the Medellín Cartel. We've been monitoring him closely because it's obvious they're using him to obtain information about the DEA and the government, taking advantage of the resentment he expresses for being fired."

Your mind raced as you tried to process this revelation. "I was more focused on protecting the work that had taken us so much effort to establish. And I was also trying to protect you," his voice suddenly cracked, and hurt was clearly visible in his eyes as he looked at your still-red eyes and the injuries on your beautiful body. "I didn't want to worry you, but now I know it was a mistake to keep it from you. I failed to protect you."

The weight of the situation settled in as he reached out to hold your hand, seeking your eyes. "I-I'm sorry," he pleaded, his voice thick with emotions, guilt filling his chocolate-brown eyes. "Please, forgive me. I couldn't protect you."

"Javi, no," you answered quickly, catching his hand between yours, then caressing his cheek with your thumb. "It wasn't your fault. You didn't know he was going to do such a thing."

"When I saw you lying there, I thought... fuck, I thought I had lost you," he confessed, his eyes filling with tears that ran down his face. "It felt like my own heart was about to stop..."

You couldn't hold back your own tears any longer. Emotions flooded over you, and you pulled him into a gentle embrace, his head resting on your shoulder as he cried.

''I'm here, Javi,'' you consoled him, ''I'm okay, I'm not gonna go anywhere.''

Relief, overwhelming and comforting, coursed through him as he realized you were still there, breathing, alive. It was a profound relief that washed away some of the guilt, but it couldn't erase the trauma you had endured. Javier wasn't one to cry. He didn't even remember the last time he did. He had always been so tough, pragmatic, not letting his emotions take over him. Stress, pressure, guilt, disappointment, fear, frustration; were things he put aside to avoid being blinded in his duties. However, he felt a sense of freedom when he found himself letting off steam in your arms.

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After sending some police officers to check on Javi's apartment, you both were able to return home. It was already night, and you had a headache from all the shock, stress, and spending the entire day in a small hospital room. Javier hadn't had an car anymore, so Steve took you both on his own, and a couple of officials spent the night on the street checking for anything potentially dangerous.

You decided to take a soothing shower to wash away the stress of the day after brushing your teeth. However, with your injured ankle, you struggled to maintain your balance. The pain was a still sharp, and it was hard for you to stand for too long.

Javier, ever attentive, noticed your struggle. "What are you doing?" He rushed to your side, catching you when you were about to fell in the bathroom.

"I need a shower," you said as you couldn't bear your dirty, dusty clothes anymore.

He helped you sit over the toilet and get rid of the bandage. He was worried that you fell on the shower, so he proposed something. "How about we take a shower together? I can help you."

The idea brought a blush to your cheeks, but you couldn't deny that the prospect of sharing a shower with him sounded appearing. With a nod and a shy smile, you accepted his offer.

"That sounds nice," you said, feeling a mixture of shyness and anticipation.

He smiled, reaching out to take your hand. "Don't worry, I'll be very gentle," he gave you a playful wink.

Javier took off your clothes, one by one, gently, until you were completely naked in front on him. Then, he did the same with his own, and guided you into the tiny space of the shower.

Warm water ran over your body, relaxing your muscles, taking away the stains of soil and blood on your body. He took you by your waist to gave you balance as you washed your hair, and then his. You winced when the shampoo stung the scratches on your hands.

"Careful, baby," he whispered, his warm breath brushing your face as he looked down at you.

As you rinsed his hair, you couldn't resist tracing the path of the soap running down his body when he wasn't looking.

You couldn't resist the temptation to let your hands wander along his skin, tracing the contours of his body. He shivered slightly under your touch, and his gaze met yours with a playful yet longing look.

"You're a bit cheeky, aren't you?" he whispered, his voice tinged with desire.

A mischievous grin played on your lips. "Maybe."

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close, and your bodies pressed against each other in the confined space, under the water.

He leaned down to kiss your lips, and your hands found support on his shoulders. Wet kisses were exchanged, your tongues meeting halfway, and you could feel his masculinity pressing against your lower belly.

Although he had been helping you not to put all your weight on your injured leg, you started to grow tired on your other leg. Javier noticed it and broke the kiss. He, turned off the shower and guided you out of the shower, wrapping an arm around your waist to pulling you up and taking you to his bed, leaving a path of water all over the floor.

"Javi, wait," you protested between giggles, "we're going to make a mess!"

"That's what I intend to do, bonita," he said, gently placing your body on the mattress, a devilish sparkle in his eyes.

He lay beside you, gazing into your eyes with a mix of desire and affection. His hands traced a path along your body, exploring your curves. You felt a shiver run down your spine as his fingers danced across your wet skin. Javier's lips found yours once more.

His fingers found their way to your core, splitting your already wet folds, tracing firm circles on your swollen clit. A gasp escaped your mouth in a shaking breath, your hand wrapping around his forearm by instinct.

"You like that?" He asked, voice so thick and low, close to your lips. You nodded, looking at him with pleading eyes. "Talk to me, baby, I love hearing you."

"Ye-yeah," your voice quivered, feeling his expert movements giving you pleasure. "I like it so much."

"That's right. Such a good girl, as always," he whispered, his tongue tracing your lower lip as his fingers gathered your arousal. "Spread your pretty legs wider for me."

As soon as you obeyed, two of his fingers found the way inside your pussy. You cried out a moan, as his fingers were so thick. Just one had the power to ruin you; two of them felt like too much, but you loved feeling overwhelmed by his touch. Javier Peña was simply addictive.

"Ja-Javi...," you whimpered, moving your hips involuntary to find his touch halfway as his fingers bumped in and out of you, making a wetting, obscene sound that made you blush.

"I know, bonita," he whispered on your ear, causing a shiver run down your body, goosebumps painting your still-wet skin. "I want you to cum on my hand before I fuck you right," his words made you clench around his fingers, making him hiss. You could feel his warm, hard cock against the bone of your hip, twitching with every soft moan that left your throat, pre-cum glistening on the tip.

As his fingers speeded up their movements, his thumb began to work on your clit. You archer your back, your body getting closer to his as your hands took his face, your pelvis turning to meet his, but he never stopped torturing you with his hand.

"Ahhh... ¡Javi!... Ahhh, yes!" you claimed, consumed by the pleasure. His fingers curled inside of you, finding that sweet spot. ''Oh, fuck!''

''C'mon, baby, cum for me,'' he encouraged, as a knot formed in your lower belly, spiraling down to your very core until you detonated in a soundless cry, ''There you go, baby,'' your orgasm convulsing through your body. For a moment, you forgot the pain in your ankle, your knees, the stress of the earlier incident; it was all love and passion. ''Open your mouth,'' he ordered.

Your lips parted, and his two fingers, coated in your own honey, found their way into your mouth. A moan escaped when you tasted yourself on your tongue. "Suck on it," he whispered, his eyes darkened with lust as your tongue played with his fingers. "That little mouth of yours feels really nice, mi amor."

With a slurping sound, he exchanged his fingers for his own lips pressed against yours, savoring the lingering taste of your arousal on your tongue.

With a swift move, he positioned himself on top of you, planting kisses on your neck, descending through your skin, sucking your nipples, licking the soft flesh of your tummy.

Javi kneeled in front of you, between your legs, lifting one of them to place a sweet kiss on your swollen ankle. Then, he reached for your hands and did the same on the scratches in your palms. His lips continued to explore your body, leaving a trail of tender kisses from your knees to your thighs. You could feel the warmth of his breath, and each touch was a soothing balm to the ache in your body.

As his lips reached higher, he met your gaze, eyes filled with a mixture of desire and adoration. "Eres tan hermosa," he whispered, his voice husky with intensity. "Te amo demasiado." You felt a shiver run down your spine, a response to both his words and the gentle caresses.

"Yo también te amo mucho," you answered. A lump formed in your throat, overwhelmed by the recent events and the passion and love you felt for the man in front of you.

Javier's eyes softened with genuine affection. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a tender kiss.

His hand reacher to his nightstand for a preservative and when he was ready, rubbed the head of his cock along your core. Soft sighs escaped your lips as he teased you. Your hands went to his ass, forcing him against you. "Ple-please, Javi," you pleaded, burning cheeks and pleasure eyes staring at him.

"What is it, baby?" he whispered, his voice thick. You whimpered, pulling up your hips to meet his. He grinned devilishly. He loved having you plead for his cock, his fingers lingering on the delicate skin of your inner thighs. A smirk played on his lips as he watched the anticipation in your eyes.

"I need you," you confessed, desire evident in your voice. "Please, I want to feel you inside."

Without uttering a word, Javier aligned himself with your entrance. You cried out a moan as he buried himself into you in one swift, effortlessly movement.

Your nails dug on his back, his face found a place on the space between your neck and your hair as he growled with pleasure, feeling your walls clenching around his length. He loved that sweet pussy of yours, so warm and tight, and all his.

He waited a few seconds for you to adapted to him, but he was so desperate to fuck you that it was almost painful. All the adrenaline rush of the day, all those emotions, and the love he felt your you culminated in that passionate moment.

Javier moved to find a most comfortable position and then, he lost it. His hips thrust almost desperately against you, making you whimper and moan with intense pleasure as you felt his cock moving in and out of your dripping cunt.

Furthermore, the sight you had of him was like that of a Greek god. His strong arms bulged from holding your hips up to meet his, water still dripping from his hair to his neck and chest, drops twinkling between the freckles on his shoulders. His breath quivered, groans and grunts escaped through his lips with every thrust of his hips.

You swore you could feel him on the entrence of your cervix, he was balls deep on you.

Javi was delighted with the view of your bouncing tits, your blushed cheeks and nose, your pleading eyes filled with pleasure. His heart was racing, his brain shut down for an instant and his world reduced to you. He was ruined by you.

Your bodies moved in sync in a dance of desire. His hands explored your curves, leaving a trail of warmth and electricity. The room filled with the sound of your whispered words and filthy noises.

"Javiii..." you whined, feeling an intense pressure on your core, your body squirming in the sheets. It was too much, you barely could breath. "Ahhh, Javi, I-I'm so... close!"

His hands spread your legs wider in a rough movement, to make space to himself as he let his weight fell over you as he continue with his thrusts. One hand grasped around your neck, applying enough strength to silence your moans, but it felt so fucking good that made you pussy clenched and dripped around his cock, "Fuck, I love your pussy. It's all mine, you're all mine."

"I am, I am," you uttered as best as you could, "My pussy is only yours, Javier."

"My good fucking girl," he whispered, his lips found your and you open your mouth, welcoming his tongue. "I'm yours too, forever."

As his movements became errants and messy and desperately, both of your found your orgasms in synchrony. Your eyes rolled as your back arched for its own will, your fingers tangled in his hair as you said his name like a prayer, over and over again. Javi's back muscles clench with his own release, grunting as he filled the condom, forcing the last thrusts into your cunt as his balls quivered.

The bed was, as he said he wanted, a completely mess. Sheets wet with your cum, and pillows wet with the water of both your hairs.

As you lay together, tangled in the sheets, you traced his jawline with your finger. His eyes were closed, but he was awake. You both were still naked, tired, the smell of sex still lingering in the air.

He opened his eyes, and you could see determination in them, his fingers gently brushed against your cheek. "I won't let him get away with this," he declared, his voice low and resolute. "Diego will pay for what he did to you. I promise you that, mi amor."

You looked into his eyes, finding comfort in his unwavering commitment. "Please promise me you'll be careful. I don't want to lose you or that you do something stupid and ruin your career."

"I promise, bonita. I'll be careful."

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You woke up to a soft kiss on your lips and the delicious aroma of crumbled eggs and coffee. As your eyes opened, you found Javi's gaze fixed on you, a warm and affectionate smile playing on his lips. "Good morning, bonita," he greeted you.

You stretched and yawned, feeling a mix of soreness and comfort from the previous night. "Morning," you replied, a smile forming as you took in the sight of him.

Javier leaned in for another tender kiss. "I've prepared breakfast," he announced, gesturing to the tray adorned with eggs, toast, and a steaming cup of coffee on the bedside table.

As you sat up, he handed you a glass of water along with an ibuprofen pill. "First things first," he said. You took the pill, and then he presented you with a much-needed cup of coffee.

Before you could utter a word, he began tending to the bandages on your ankle. The swelling had increased, accompanied by a prominent bruise. A twinge of pain coursed through you as he gently placed it on a pillow, covering it with an ice pack.

"I hope to be back in action by tomorrow," you said casually, taking a sip from your cup.

Javier, on the other side, furrowed his brow. "What do you mean?" he asked.

You looked at him, "I need to return to work," you answered.

"Baby, the doctor said you need at least two weeks to rest," he insisted.

"I can't," you replied, "I haven't even recovered from my sickness leave two months ago, and I have bills to pay."

"Bills for an apartment you barely live in now." He brought your hand to his lips, placing a tender kiss on your knuckles. "Look, mi amor, I can take care of the bills. I don't want you rushing back to work, especially after what happened."

You sighed, appreciating his concern but still feeling the weight of financial responsibilities. "Javi, I can't rely on you for everything. I need to stand on my own."

His gaze held a mixture of understanding and determination. "I get that, but right now, your well-being is my priority. Let me take care of you, at least until you're back on your feet."

You sighed, a feeling of guilt lingering on you. "It's not fair that you pay for two apartments; you have enough responsibilities with your own, and I know you send money to your dad."

"Well, then I don't have to pay for two apartments," he said. Although you felt relief, it seemed weird that he settled for it so quickly. You knew him; he was stubborn like a mule. You looked at him as if he had grown a third eye.

"So, I can get back to work tomorrow," you said, and he shook his head. "Then how am I supposed to pay my rent?"

"You won't," he answered. "You won't pay rent for an apartment you don't have." He looked at you with a determination that hinted at a decision made. "Move in with me," he suggested.

Your eyes widened, caught off guard by the proposition. "Javi, I—"

He gently interrupted, "I want you to live with me. You already spend every day and night here, and even when you slept there, I slept there too. So no more worrying about rent or bills. Just focus on healing and being with me."

"Are you sure?" You set aside the cup and stared right into his chocolate-brown eyes. "It's a big step, Javi."

He sat closer to you, taking both your hands into his. When he looked into your eyes, you saw in them the most confident look anyone had ever given you. "A hundred percent sure," he answered. Then, he moved a bit nervously, but the determination in his gaze still lingered powerfully as he said, "Listen, I've been thinking about us a lot, and yesterday... it put everything into perspective. Life is too short, and I love you so much." As he said those words, you felt like you went pale.

Is he about to...?

"I want to do things right with you. Moving in together is a big step, and there's no one else I'd rather take it with than you, bonita."

You didn't want to actually ask if he was, well, proposing because he wasn't doing it per se. You didn't want to push him to say something he didn't feel or plan, but your delusional side was about to explode with excitement and love, and you could only think about floating down the aisle to him.

However, when he spoke again, you felt butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

"We're going to take things one step at a time. We've only been together for a few months, yet I already know that I love you," he assured you, and tears of love started gathering in your bright eyes. "You must know that I'm serious about us and our future. So, what do you say? Wanna live with me?"

You let out a nervous giggle, overwhelmed by his beautiful words, his willing to share a life with you. You were so damn in love with him.

"Yes!," you nodded and a big smile crossed his handsome features, "Let's do this."

He leaned in, sealing the agreement with a sweet and lingering kiss, and you couldn't help but feel that, despite the challenges, you were exactly where you were meant to be.

Chapter 11.5

CHAPTER 12

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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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