PULSE 🌺
(Ramon Arellano “Narcos Mexico” x Fem!Reader SEX POLLEN)
POV: You’re a cop on the biggest drug bust of your career and you stumble onto the youngest Arellano with a new hot drug which leaves you two in quite an awkward situation after it goes very wrong.
Warnings: dubious consent, enemies to lovers in you squint heard enough, p in v sex, Ramon is a wild man, he’s hot I’m not sorry for my actions :) 🌺
The stake out had continued late into the night.
You partner, Daniel had brought some late night dinner while you downed your fifth cup of coffee. You had been following this group of narcos from a warehouse in the industrial part of town, and then to a smaller distribution building across from a storefront.
Next to the bodega, was a busy local club filled with neon lights and a long line out the door with awaiting customers. Judging by the crowd attending, you were positive this was a low ranking narco hang out. You and Daniel gave up chatting a few hours back and you let him close his eyes for a bit on the first shift while you kept yours glued to the warehouse door. The caffeine pumping through your system helped keep you focused.
Your radio clicked before you heard the lieutenant’s voice crackle through, “Y/L/N someone’s coming.” Just as his signal went out, you punched Daniel awake.
He yelped and splashed his coffee onto his lap making him groan,“What?!”
“Look!” You pointed outside the wind shield.
Daniel scrambled to sit up as he looked at the approaching vehicle. Your heart began to race as the car passed by. It was a red mustang, but it wasn’t just any mustang…
It was Ramon Arellano’s red mustang.
And manning the car was no other than the youngest Arellano himself. In the passenger side was his most trusted friend, Kitty. You had only ever seen surveillance photos of these two, it almost didn’t feel real. Seeing them in person felt like a dream.
You could only ever dream of seeing these men, being that you were still kind of a rookie. You had gotten this tip from a somewhat suspicious source and it took days of convincing and pathetic groveling to get your chief to give permission for this stake out. The federales had only agreed to send a tiny handful of men to accompany you as no one believed this would lead anywhere big. But to yours and every else’s surprise, it just had.
Feeling the adrenaline begin to pump through your veins, you were revving yourself up. Ramon pulled his car up and put it into park before hopping out with Kitty. He was so much taller than you had suspected… especially compared to his brother. The two skipped into the distribution site bumping fists looking elated as ever. Kitty tucked a pistol into his waste band not bothering to conceal it what so ever.
Grabbing your radio, you pushed down on the receiver going to everyone’s comms, “I have eyes on Ramon Arellano.”
You didn’t even give Daniel a second to shove his coffee soaked napkins into the cup holder before fiddling for his gun stowed in the drivers side door. He grabbed his walkie before darting after you, “Y/N is going in! Send back up.” He shoved his radio back onto his vest and jogged to catch up to you, “This wasn’t apart of the plan!” He whisper yelled as he caught up to you. You were nearly to the door when you saw the federales sneaking up the side walks with their riffles in hand. Everyone was ready to take a hit at the Arellanos. They’ve been dominating this city for too long.
“We were just supposed to observe!” Daniel sneered as the men prepared to bust down the door. He sounded nervous.
“We will never get an opportunity like this ever again!” You replied flicking the safety off of your weapon before stepping behind the soldiers.
Daniel just grunted watching the men line up the battering ram.
“I promised Chief I wouldn’t let his rookie get hurt on her first stake out.” Daniel also prepared his weapon, “Don’t do anything stupid. Let the men handle it.”
You scoffed, “The men?” You couldn’t believe he would say something like that, “Fuck you Ramirez.”
Before Daniel could respond to your angry face, the soldiers bust open the door with one strong swoop. You’d have to bar this conversation for after the raid. One by one, the soldiers swarmed into the building opening fire. You heard the yelling before you saw anyone, but when you did, it was mayhem.
Men in ridiculous patterned silk shirts scattered around shooting wildly like unhinged mad men. You kept behind the soldier in the back holding onto the back of his vest moving forwards into the warehouse. All around you the air filled with white dust as the narcos and soldiers fired bullets into the plastic wrapped cocaine. You tried to not breathe it in as best as you could but you knew you’d be exposed to some regardless.
In the corner of you eye, you noticed a big stair case where Kitty and Ramon darted towards the second floor.
“Up there!” You yelled to Daniel who shot a narco to his right. His bullet hit the man directly in the chest blowing him backwards. “Two o’clock!”
“Got it!” Daniel yelled following your lead. Darting away from the main fire fight, the two of you ran up the stairs following after the two men. Half way up the stairs at the first landing, Kitty poked his head out from behind the cement railing and pointed his gun directly at you. You felt Daniel throw his entire weight into you sandwiching you between his body and the wall before Kitty could pull the trigger. Daniel fired back forcing the Narco to dodge behind the barrier again.
“Go!” He growled at you. You nodded and took off, running up the last flight of stairs prepared for Kitty to be squatting down right there. However, when you turned the corner he was gone.
“Fuck!” You yelled looking around at the labyrinth of doors, “He’s gone!”
“Divide!” Daniel nudged his head in one direction and you took the other. You nodded and took the other direction. The fire fight down stairs continued along with more yelling and gunshots. You entered every room gun first waiting to find one, if not both, men hiding out in at least one of them. You heart really began to race the longer this dragged on. A shoot out is one thing, but waiting for a jump scare is another.
You’d be dammed if you let your nerves get the best of you. Approaching the last room on the left, you took a deep breath and adjusted your grip on the gun. He’d have to be here or else-
The sound of gunfire cut you off.
Daniel’s yelp of pain echoed through the hall forcing you to spin around. Kitty had darted from his view and from what you could see, he landed a solid shot to Daniels dominant shoulder.
In pain, but he was fine. In between the two of you some run away narcos made their way up the stairs wasting no time in firing at you. You ducked into the last room on the left before getting a chance to fire back.
Before you could even register what was going on. A looming 6 foot figure also fired at you, barely missing by a mere inch. You yelped and shot back clumsily hitting a bag full of hot pink dust stacked on the far wall.
And the look on his face at the sight of the loose dust floating around him made your stomach drop. A huge plume surrounded him in a fascia cloud. You raised your gun again but before you could demand he drop his weapon, the loudest boom shook the entire upper floor. You both stumbled as the grenade began to topple the roof blocking your way out. The floor slanted in your direction causing bricks of the pink powder to roll your way.
Everything shook including the floor as what you guessed was more of the building collapsing.
“Shit!” He yelled as shrapnel had pierced through the thin plastic wrapping. Fuchsia dust began to fill the room at an alarming rate. He grabbed his shirt to cover his mouth and nose before raising his weapon again.
When he pulled the trigger however, it did nothing but click. He was out, “puta madre.” He chucked his gold encrusted gun but made no move to uncover his nose.
“What is that?” You asked keeping your weapon trained on him.
He didn’t answer. It was sweet.
“What the fuck is that!” You demanded a little louder trying to cover your nose with your elbow. God it smells so good.
He shook his head, “You don’t want to breathe that in baby.”
You sneered at him and aimed your gun just to his left and fired. He barely flinched and frankly was a bit shocked a cop, even a feisty one like you, would fire such a trick shot. The smoking bullet impaled permanently into the wall next to his head.
“Tell me asshole!” You screamed but you knew it was too late. Both of you had already inhaled it. It coated your uniform and your exposed skin. It was definitely already in your system and the rush from the pursuit had most likely already began to circulate it through your system.
It still hadn’t settled and it seemed to just float through the air with a strange weightlessness. The closer you looked, it even sparkled.
“You stupid cops. You have no idea what you’ve done.” He shuffled to sit down but you got nervous and kept your weapon on him. He dropped the silk shirt to keep both hands up silently asking you not to shoot.
“Shut up asshole.” You growled.
When he was fully seated you were shifting your weight back and forth looking around for a solution. Being barricaded in a room with one of the most dangerous men in the world was not helping your nerves and you had no idea what was going on outside. The thick layer of cement and rusty metal roofing kept you from escaping.
The one remaining lamp flickered pathetically in the corner of the room illuminating the stark room.
Ramon watched your every move. He watched you search for a possible exit. Even test the weight of the fallen building materials. You wanted out. He wondered if you were claustrophobic the way you were nervously looking for a way out.
The thing that caught your eye was the super thin windows at the top of the room that was used to let the heat out on hot days. It was nearly fifteen feet above your heads however and there were only two tables in the whole room. Nothing to help either of you out.
“You good sweetheart?” He asked with a raised brow.
You snorted and continued analyzing every detail about the room. There was no way out. You were going to have to wait it out in this room with a murderer and what you guessed was a metric ton of god knows what substance was still floating around the room.
Leaning yourself against the furthest possible wall, you narrowed in on Ramon watching him check his gold watch.
“You’re new huh?” He asked without looking at you.
Now it was your turn not to answer.
“I can tell.” He then leaned his head towards you, “Want to know how I can tell?”
You crossed your arms, “Shut up cabron.”
He smirked at your fire, “It’s your eyes. You have that look.”
“What look?” You glowered.
“That one.” He laughed, “The fire. Almighty justice and all that.” He waved his hands around.
“It is.” He sighed, “So when are your friends going to get us out of here?”
“I don’t know if they’re even alive.”
He pointed to your radio velcroed to your vest but when you looked down it was shot. The pathetic plastic was crushed probably from when Daniel threw you into the wall. You picked up the flimsy thing with a look of despair that would have been comical if the situation hadn’t been so terrible.
“So then we’re stuck?” he sounded annoyed.
“What about you then? Hm?” You waved your hands around, “Your boys coming to get you?”
“Not if you pigs are hanging around” He nodded towards you, “looking for their little princess.” He checked his watch again.
“Call me that again and I’ll put a bullet between your eyes.”
He snorted and crossed his arms before leaning his head against the wall like a dick.
You were about to say something when suddenly the room started to get hot and you struggled to take a deep breath to calm yourself. Instead, you felt more of the powder coat your tongue and the sickly sweetness overtook your mouth.
You began to pace. Too uncomfortable to take your bulletproof vest off while in the presence of a famous drug trafficker, you settled for trying to fuss with the straps. Rubbing the fabric between your fingers your continued to pace unable to control yourself.
Ramon didn’t even open his eyes to know you were beginning to feel the effects, “If we ever get out of here, I will literally give you 10k to stop pacing.” he noticed the way the red flush was rising up from your neck to your face. He was certain the same thing was happening to him. The room was starting too feel too warm.
“I don’t want your money.” You snipped. Your clothes were beginning to feel too tight.
He grunted, “thats what you all say… at first.”
Loosing what little patience you had left, you pointed your gun at him and pulled the trigger.
When no bang went off, he looked at you with a genuinely shocked expression.
…your clip was empty, and you had tried to shoot him…
“Ugh!” You yelled and threw the useless weapon over into the same corner with his.
“You were going to shoot me?!” He exclaimed.
“It doesn’t matter to me if you’re dead or alive when I bring you in!” You yelled tugging at your collar, “It’s fucking hot in here!”
He shook his head in disbelief, “It’s all your pacing. Sit down.” He checked his watch again making you snap your head towards him.
“What are you checking huh? Late for a hot date?” You snarled feeling nothing but agitation.
“No,” He sighed trying to keep his heart rate down, “Our thirty minutes are almost up.”
“What does that mean?” You stopped moving and he visibly tensed.
“It’s going to hit soon.”
He swallowed thickly, “the pulse.”
“What the fuck is pulse?”
He looked at the pile of pink spilled powder, “An aphrodisiac.”
You raised a brow, “like Viagra?”
He shook his head, “No. It’s much worse.” He stood up slowly and walked over to the spilled bricks before nudging them against the far wall with his foot, “It makes all other instincts fall away. You forget about everything except sex. It makes you want to fuck, or be fucked. It’s how it’s designed.”
“You guys are on some fucked shit.” You shook your head in disbelief, there’s absolutely no way, “And how much did we ingest?” you almost didn’t want to know the answer.
“Enough.” He ran his hand through his prince charming hair.
You shook your head contemplating this whole situation. You were now trapped in an enclosed concrete box with a 6 foot tall, handsome, murderer who seems to be growing more and more attractive by the second, along with being high off of a new sex drug… with no weapons. You could laugh. Honestly. This is ridiculous.
“How long until it wares off?” You asked checking your own watch.
He shrugged, “Depends how much you have, but like… hours.”
“Hours!?” You screeched. The hot flashes were getting strong. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks and neck. You had to sit down.
“Sorry princessa.” He went back to his former seat in the opposite corner to you.
You were so uncomfortable you didn’t even pay his nickname to mind, “How much longer?”
He looked you over, “Judging by your looks, any minute.”
You groaned and pulled harshly at your collar. You prayed someone would come and get you. You prayed Daniel and the federales were still alive and someone was looking for you. You let out a pained laugh knowing the chief was going to chew Daniel out about this. If only he knew the extent of this whole situation. A drug like this getting out on the streets would be devastating.
He groaned, “What are you laughing at?”
You lulled your head in his direction, “Chief. He’s going to kill me if I survive this.”
He hummed and shoved his hair out of his face feeling it stick to his now sweaty skin. He was beginning to feel the effects. The fever, the chills, and the tell take rock hard boner pressing up painfully against his black pants. You moaned in discomfort but the sound went straight to his dick. He bit his own tongue trying to stay lucid.
He knew neither of you had much more time.
Feeling yourself begin to loose a bit of control, in your moment of weakness, you began ripping at your bullet vest desperate to get it off. You couldn’t take it anymore. It felt offensive to keep it on your sensitive body.
“Shit.” Ramon mumbled staring at your obviously large tits. You didn’t even care you were just relieved to feel a bit cooler.
“All lady cops look like that?” He asked with an undertone that gave you goose bumps.
You felt your nipples harden and you whined still feeling constricted. Ramon wasted no time ridding himself of his shirt which didn’t help your situation at all. You could feel your heart beat in your pussy just staring at him. Fuck. Even his damp skin looked perfect. You cursed him. You cursed him with everything you could think of. He used the shirt to wipe away the sweat building on his face.
You closed your eyes and drew your knees up into a ball feeling it burn through you.
You were positive your underwear was ruined and the pulsing feeling spread to the rest of your body. Mindlessly, you started going at the buttons on your shirt feeling like you were going to melt away if you didn’t find some sort of relief. No longer caring if the narco prince saw you naked, you yanked the wet uniform shirt off leaving you in your lacy bra that literally no one ever got to see.
While you tried your hardest to keep your eyes off of him, for your own sake, he didn’t try nearly at all. He all but gawked at you liking the way your slicked back hair was beginning to loosen up from all of your fussing and sweat began to slide down between the valley of your breasts.
He swallowed thickly trying to imagine how soft your skin is and how good it would feel up against his.
He cleared his throat and clapped himself in the face, coming back to his senses. You were a fucking cop for christ sake. His sworn enemy.
He shot his head up a bit too eagerly. He reminded you of a puppy. All too hopeful for a treat.
“Are we going to die?” You asked feeling like you wouldn’t be able to take much more, “It hurts.”
You whimpered crumbling to your side feeling like your bones were melting. The urge to touch yourself becoming too strong. You were loosing your grip on control.
Somewhere in Ramon’s less rational side of the brain, felt the urge to crawl over to you. He fought it as long as he could knowing you’d gladly slit his throat. When he hadn’t heard your whimpering in nearly five minutes he finally snapped and crawled over to your limp frame.
“Princessa?” He asked nearing your trembling body. Fuck. He didn’t like the way you were looking. It made him panic. How much had you both ingested?
Grabbing for your vest, he saw your name badge and damaged radio. You also had an empty candy bar wrapper tucked into a side pocket along with a voucher card for a local coffee shop twelve visits often.
“Y/N?” He leaned over you and placed a clammy hand on your feverish forehead. You moaned as his skin made contact with yours. He nearly came from the sound. You rolled onto your back and threw your head back baring your neck to him.
“Jesus.” He couldn’t help it. It was definitely the drugs in his blood, but you looked so perfect.
The fiery cop who was going to shoot him for talking was gone and instead a woman laid in front of him. A very high, very horny woman laid before him.
When you didn’t feel him touching you, you reached for his chains yanking him down to you. He didn’t resist at all and let you guide his hands to where you wanted him. You didn’t care about anything besides feeling his skin on yours. You’d die without it. You were convinced.
When he did oblige you, it felt like heaven. Truly. Everything about Ramon was intoxicating. The way he towered over you had you dripping. He was so big in comparison. You purred as his hands touched you. They touched and squeezed every part of you he could get his hands on. Your lacy bra didn’t last long nor did either of your pants.
You couldn’t help but touch him. He smelled so good it made your toes curl. The expensive cologne filled your senses along with the sweet floral scent of whatever plant made up this insane drug. You dug your fingers into his thick fluffy hair yanking him down to kiss you.
The moment your lips touched his, he gave in. The man was feral. Yanking you up from the cold cement floor, he carried you over to where the pile of clothes was forming trying to at least give you some buffer before he fucked you into the floor.
He leaned over and kissed you again, this time wrapping his massive hand around your neck and squeezing enough to make you moan.
Why does he feel so good? You should be repulsed but there was no part of your brain that wanted him to stop. You wanted Ramon Arellano more than air. It didn’t matter if the very hands that brought you pleasure were the same hands that ended countless lives. You no longer cared.
He broke away and kept his hand on your neck preventing you from taking charge or moving from the spot he held you in. His other hand made quick work of your panties and his Versace boxers leaving you both bare.
You audibly gasped at the sight of him. He was big. You knew it was going to stretch you. You’d never been with a man as big as him, but it must be the drugs, because you felt no hesitation, only want. If he didn’t fuck you soon, you were going to implode.
“Arellano please!” You pathetically begged trying to grind your hips up towards him. When he didn’t budge, you huffed in frustration, “It hurts!”
He looked down at your blown irises seeing how desperate you were. He smirked and released you neck, “I know princesa.”
You were about to sit up in protest, but he quickly manhandled you over onto your hands and knees. You naturally leaned forwards pressing your face into his crumpled silk shirt and stuck your ass even higher for him. This way he had a perfect view of your dripping pussy.
Wasting no time, he pumped himself a few times before rubbing his thick tip through your folds. You nearly cried when he finally surged forwards and filled you to the brim. The sweet ecstasy of relief replaced the burning ache. You both moaned as he slowly began to move. The wet noises coming from your drenched core normally would have had you embarrassed but you didn’t care in the slightest.
Ramon felt like he died and went to heaven. Nothing had ever felt this good in his entire life.
“Fuck, twelve, your pussy feels so good.” He growled fisting your hair before yanking you up into an arch against his chest. You reached behind you for leverage as he picked up his pace, starting you rail you. You cried out for him mumbling incoherent words as the only thing you could think about is his perfect all consuming cock stroking you.
His hands snaked around your front, one grasping your tit, and the other traveling down between your legs going straight for your clit. You screamed when he rubbed you just the perfect way making you shake and convulse as you quickly approached your climax.
He grunted and leaned forwards a bit, feeling you clench around him. He was getting close and feeling you clenching around him wasn’t helping.
The coils in your stomach were tightening and you trembled as your orgasm approached. In a matter of seconds, Ramon Arellano had you cumming hard.
You whined as he fucked you through it giving you no mercy. His thrusts remained powerful even through his own orgasm as he spilled inside you. He continued to thrust inside you, fucking his cum deeper into you. You didn’t complain. The orgasm tempered the heat, but it still lingered.
You even cried out when he pulled out leaving you feeling too empty.
The two of you collapsed on the pile of discarded clothes feeling yourselves return to consciousness for a bit.
Ramon was the one to reach over first and run his fingers along your neck as your lay on your side facing away from him. You shivered.
“I still hate you.” You grumbled.
He let out a breathy laugh and rolled onto his back tucking his hands under his head.
“You’re the one who begged me to fuck you, princesa.” He reminded smugly, “Arellano please!” He mimicked with a cheesy grin, “It hurts! Even gave me those big doe eyes.”
You rolled over and punched him in the side. He groaned clutching his side slightly impressed by your strength despite the drugs flooding your system.
“I told you to shut up.” You rolled back over facing away from him. You hated yourself. The feeling of just having had sex with literally one of the worst people on the planet, no matter how sexy he might be, or how big his dick is, or how soft his hair is, or how warm and inviting his brown eyes are… you shook your head snapping yourself out of your bullshit.
This is Ramon Arellano. Drug trafficker narco headass who shoots up tunas in public parks and has a strange obsession with explosives and guns.
“-and she’s back.” He wheezed out trying to catch his breath. You scoffed.
After a few minutes you could feel his eyes burning a hole in the back of your head. You rolled over onto your back to look at him keeping what distance you could.
“You’re nuts for selling a drug like this.” You disapproved.
He shrugged and broke eye contact to stare up at the ceiling, “I had no clue it was like this.”
You hummed and hugged yourself. The cold floor was seeping into your skin through his silk shirt. Then you noticed the thrumming ache return back to your core.
“You really shouldn’t be a cop.” He shook his head. Your first instinct was to be offended, “It won’t make a difference and you’re going to end up dead… or worse.” His voice was like honey and you barely registered anything he said.
All it did was add to the fire stoking inside you. You were slipping in again.
He noticed your irises grow into huge saucers and that you suddenly got really squirmy and grabby.
“Awh, poor thing.” He teased. Watching your small body writhe with the drug. He leaned over to run his fingers down your neck again and I he watched as your responded with a purr and leaned into his touch. As soon as he touched your skin he began to feel the effects. Your small body was covered in goose bumps and sweat. He couldn’t help but to lick your neck to get your scent in his nose which in turn sent chills down his spine. Why did you smell so good? He couldn’t get enough. He licked and kissed all the way down your body making sure to give special attention to your breasts but when he noticed you getting squirmy and wanting him lower, he smiled and continued south.
Sitting back on his knees, he looked down at you laying beneath him. Your hands reaching for his as your eyes were nearly black. You looked cute. So soft. Your fiery side dulled down, left you a whiny subby mess beneath him. You didn’t even fight him when he cupped the back of your knees and spread your legs wide for him revealing the most glorious sight he’s ever seen. Your swollen pussy was covered in him. He spilled out of you making a big mess between your legs and Ramon nearly came from the image.
“Holy fuck.” He whispered leaning down to press kisses up the inside of your legs. He couldn’t help himself, he went to scoop some of his cum with his fingers before pushing it back inside of you making you cry out and thrash a bit.
“Behave.” He commanded making you stop in your tracks. You were desperate for his cock you’d do anything he asked.
He couldn’t wait much longer and lined up to thrust into you. Feeling his cum leak past him as he entered you was like nothing he had ever felt before. Your cries were like a drug in within its self and Ramon lost himself inside you all over again. The drug quite literally made him forget his own name. The only thing he could think about was cumming inside your perfect pussy.
This lasted long into the night.
You two would finish and lay there in silence until it started up again, and you would ride him until the frenzy was gone. Or he’d have you on your hands and knees begging for him all over again until he was satisfied. You were so full of his cum it should have been impossible to go this many rounds. The pulse drug was giving you two unnatural stamina and the highest sex drive any human could imagine. And by the morning you two knew every inch of one another as it was literally impossible to stop.
The drug didn’t ware off until the morning sun hit the ceiling roof and by then you were exhausted. You had pulled your uniform shirt back on at some point in the night, though both were thoroughly ruined.
You were awoken by men screaming and scrambling up towards the second story. You fly up from your little nest you had made looking around realizing you were still trapped in the warehouse. You stood up on wobbly legs feeling dirty and gross and very very hungover.
Looking around you realize you also were very much… alone.
“Y/N?!” Daniel’s voice rang out through the rubble.
“Daniel?!” You scream running over to the enclosed door, “I’m in here!”
“Jesus Christ!” He yelled, “We thought you were dead!”
“No I’m trapped in here!” You could cry from happiness.
“Hold on! We’re gonna get you out!”
“Okay!” You reply and turn to scramble to pull the red of your uniform on. Looking around, you grabbed your bra and pants but kept searching for your panties. When you couldn’t find them you gave up and yanked the rest of your uniform on trying to look as presentable as possible.
“Daniel?” You yelled through the wall tucking your gun into your holster.
“There’s a crazy ass drug in here! Please be careful!”
Well, ain’t that the question of the year.
“I think so. Though I think it’s a bit hallucinogenic.”
“Oh damn okay!” His voice could be heard along with the others.
It took forever, but they eventually cleared enough rubble to get through and a paramedic team rolled through with hazmat suits on. Daniel came in with a mask on looking around.
“What the hell happened?” He asked looking at the room you were held up in.
“I was chasing Ramon, and we both got trapped in here. You guys must have left, because we both tried to shoot each other but our clips were empty and eventually we fell asleep. I hadn’t woke up until you guys got here.”
“You said the drug was hallucinogenic?” He turned to look at the bricks of pink powder stacked like a pyramid up to the crazy high window.
“Well, I was exposed to it and I swore I was here with Ramon Arellano.” You were in a bit of disbelief. “But I woke up and he escaped somehow?”
“We all thought after Kitty shot me and scaled the neighboring roofs, you had taken off after Ramon.” Daniel was inn shock of the amount of drugs in this room.
“We searched all night through the city trying to find you. We thought Ramon had shot you or something.” He was also in disbelief.
“Well, I was here.” You crossed your arms, “Safe and sound.”
“Jeez kid.” He sighed and rubbed his beard.
“I just want to go home.” You sighed, “I feel disgusting.”
“Alright.” Daniel agreed and lead you out of the rubble.
~ ~ ~ Three Days Later ~ ~ ~
Chief gave you a week off after ripping Daniel a new one. He felt bad you had been left to fend for yourself in a Narco strong hold. Frankly you think it’s because they figured out what the pink powder really was and they deduced that you endured that. Of course they’d never say that, or ask about it, but you can put two and two together.
Walking over to your kitchen to pour a second cup of coffee, you heard a firm knock on your apartment door. Setting the mug and pot down, you walked over to the door and looked out the peep hole.
You unlock the door and look around seeing no one. When you go to step out onto the landing, you kick a big blue bag with tissue paper. Bending down you look at the strange bag and scooch the tissue paper aside revealing cash… And lots of it.
You rip the rest of the tissue paper out and grab the yellow envelope addressed to “Officer Y/N”
Upon opening the envelope there was no card, just a polaroid picture. You remove the photo and flip it over and your stomach drops.
In the frame is your pair of lacy panties and a very smug Ramon with a cheesy grin holding them up. At the bottom of the picture was “Thanks for these Princessa” You looked at the rest of the contents in the bag revealing to be exactly 10k American Dollars. By those was another note tucked into the paper band holding the bills together, “For not pacing - R.A.”
You could slap the shit out of him.
You stepped out further onto the landing looking for who might have dropped the package off. You half way expected him to be waiting at the end of the block in his red car waiting for you to spot him.
Then the eerie feeling began to settle in. Ramon Arellano knows where to you live. All he knew about you was your first name and some how he still found you. You got anxious. Do you report this to your boss? But then you’d have to tell him everything and you didn’t think you’d be able to go into work after that. You literally fucked the enemy.
