"Está aquí!" The man doesn't even raise his gun, glaring at the elevator metal doors closing.
I crack up, bending over. I escaped them, but that's not why I'm laughing. I'm having a damn breakdown. Pressure is going to kill me before anyone can find me.
"Drink my coffee. It looks like you need it more than me." A deep voice raises from the opposite corner of the elevator.
I observe the man that stares at me in return. A light flickers over his black suit.
"Your drink could be poisoned," I say. "I can afford to trust a stranger at the moment. Sorry, man; too many people want to kill me."
"It's not smart of you to say it to a stranger. I might want to kill you and bring your corpse to the untouchables for a big reward."
"Do you?" I challenge him, searching for his gaze between the instants of light and darkness blinding me.
The man's hand smoothly comes out of the darkness and I back up, unable to think properly. He holds the coffee, and all the gold rings on his fingers seem to make it hard for him to do so.
I grab the coffee, careful not to touch his hand, and drink it all in a single sip, then toss it on the ground. Fuck it. "Who are you?"
"Soy tu peor pesadilla." His raucous laugh sounds like a cough.
"What does that mean?"
"We're both Mexican. Learn your native language, idiota."
I raise my fists. "Who the fuck are you?!"
"You have a boyfriend, don't you?"
"Yes, and he's going to kick your ass."
He puts his hand around my neck and squeezes it. A choking sound comes out of my throat as his rings sink into my flesh, leaving a mark.
"¿Tú crees?" He asks, coming out from his dark corner.
All I see is his strong arm flexing to keep a tight grip on my neck and his blue sky eyes, then his lips are on mine.
A strong taste of mint and vodka gets on my tongue. His soft lips try to escape me, but I grab the man's shoulder and pull him closer, kissing him again, searching for something more and better.
His hands reach for my hips... and he pushes me away. I hit the wall behind me, groaning with the metallic sound of the elevator.
I glare at the stranger. "How do you know all those things about me?"
"I know everything," he says, calmly. "I know who you are, Gabriela Lopez. And now I know you're disloyal and unworthy of my trust. What do you know about me?"
"I know you're an asshole, and I want your name. It would be a coward move to fight me without telling me who I made my enemy."
He laughs in my face. "You're right. Name's Carlos. Carlos Quintero."
My heart skips a beat, I let myself fall on my knees.
The elevator doors open and four rifles aim at my head.
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The Untouchables
Romance[COMPLETE] + {10/10 GRAPHIC} When a girl accidentally obstacles an exchange between the most powerful Drug Lords in Mexico, she earns the surname of "the walking dead". Surviving her own mistakes may be about hiding and running, but Gabriela Lopez a...