Warning this chapter contains mentions of physical abuse and violence. Also some strong swearing.

You're a companion to a drug lord, but his days are over. You're scared to death when DEA agents come storming in.

You're hiding and Javier finds you and takes you in, wanting to help you.

.......................

The gunfire started unexpectedly. Yiu run into the big bedroom, hiding in the big closet, covering your ears with your hands.

Sweat has broken out on your brow and your heart is dancing wildly in your chest. Your mouth has gone dry and you can't hardly swallow.

There are terrified shouts and more gunfire. You close your eyes, resting your head on your drawn up knees, which are knocking together.

What's going on? What's going to happen to you? Will whoever has come in here going to...kill you, too? Your stomach suddenly lurches and rolls.

You remove your hands from your ears, leaning over and are sick all over his expensive leather shoes. You don't care if he hits you again once he discovers the mess.

You creep closer to the closet door and listen, holding your breath, wondering if it's... over. You don't hear anymore gunfire or terrified screamed.

Suddenly, the closet door is thrown open and you're momentarily blinded by bright light. You squint, trying to see who's opened the closet door.

A man, a handsome man, is standing there, a... gun pointed right at you. You scream, throwing a hand up, as if that can protect you from his bullets.

The man lowers his gun and kneels down in front of you, slowly extending one of his hands out. You lower your hand, trembling violently, unsure of what this man might do to you.

"It's okay. Shh. I'm not going to hurt you." You don't move. You don't trust him. Why should you? He's clearly a DEA agent.

"Come here, chica. I promise not to hurt you." His low, soothing voice is starting to get to you.

You slowly crawl out of the closet and shakily stand to your feet. You immediately nearly topple back to the floor, your still shaking so badly.

The agent helps steady you and you sag against his tall, lean and strong body. He replaces his gun in his holster and gently scoops you up into his arms, carrying you out of the bedroom and finally out of the house.

He stops  by an old, battered and beaten up car. He shouts at another agent to open up the back door of the car.

A skinny, blond man with a mustache, opens up the car door and the agent gently sets you inside. He gives you a little smile.

"Stay here, okay? I'll be back soon. Just don't leave the car. Do you understand me?"

You nod, wishing he wouldn't leave you here, alone. He closes the car door and you slowly dissolve into tears.

...................

"What the hell, Pena?" You must have passed out for a few minutes. The skinny, blond man is scowling at the agent who took you out of the house.

"Bite me, Murphy!" The man goes and gets into the car and suddenly, you're afraid all over again. You don't know what this man is going to do to you.

"You okay, chica? I'm Javier. Or Javi. What's your name?"

"I-I'm okay, I-I guess. I'm...Y/N. Where-where are you taking me?"

"To my place for a few days. After that, well, I'm not sure. You okay with that?"

"I guess. What were you doing at his place today?"

"Sorry," Javier says. "That's classified information." He chuckles before reaching for a pack of cigarettes and a book of matches.

He pulls out a cigarette and lights it. He rolls down the driver's side window, puffing out the smoke and flicking the ashes off of the cigarette.

"Are you really going to help me?"

"I'm sure as hell gonna try."

"Thank you, Javi." He glances back at you in the rearview mirror and smirks.

"Just doing my job, chica."

......................

This is strange. Javier insists that you sleep in his bed and he'll sleep out in the couch. You hate the thought of kicking him out of his own bed.

That seems extreme. You tell him you can sleep out in the couch instead. Javi refuses, saying that it's better if you're in the bedroom, just in case something happens.

You already know what he means. You decide not to argue with him about it. It's not worth your time.

"Unfortunately, you aren't allowed to go back to the house," Javi says, looking slightly uncomfortable. "We'll have to see what we can do about something clothes for you."

"That's okay," you say. "I didn't have much to begin with. He, uh, wasn't exactly generous towards...me."

A hard look settles in Javier's dark eyes and it scares you. When the other one looked that way, well, let's just say he wasn't nice.

"Frickin bastard," Javier mutters to himself. "Okay. There's a shop just down the street from here, well go and see what we can find. Sound good to you?"

You smile and nod. Maybe that raid was the best thing to ever happen to you.

.......................

A few days later, you're doing okay, slowly adapting to your new life. You're grateful for everything that Javier has done for you.

You're also slowly starting to...fall for him. You didn't realize it at first. But you started missing him when he wasn't around and started thinking about him more and more.

You've sat a few evenings with him, just talking and learning about him and him learning about you.

He's been a gentleman towards you, never pushing anything on you. Hell, he hadn't even tried to kiss you! (You sure wish he would, though!)

Sometimes, Javier has at least held your hand or even let you snuggle up against him as you're both relaxing on the couch. But that's about as far as it's gotten between you two.

You're pretty sure that Javier is attracted to you, though, just by the intense glances he'll occasionally toss your way.

A few times you've caught him giving you this smouldering look and you see him licking his lips and clenching his hands into fists, as if he's struggling to contain himself from doing something with you.

If only he would. Maybe he just needs a little encouragement. That might get the ball rolling.

.....................

You're snuggled up against Javier on the couch. His shirt is off and he's puffing away on his damn cigarettes.

You twist around and look at him, giving him a little smirk and a wink. You feel his body tighten and you know he wants you.

"Javi, will you kiss me?" He leans over, setting his cigarette in the ash tray and takes you in his arms, kissing you passionately. You smile as you gently stroke his mustache and sideburns.

"I've been wanting to do that so badly, chica. But I was worried."

"That you'd hurt me?"

Javier nods and takes your hands in his. You smile again.

"I know you'd never hurt me, Javi," you whisper, slipping one of your hands free and placing it on his cheek.

"I know what that bastard did you." Javier's voice sounds angry, but you know it's not directed at you.

"I know that he...beat you and did all sorts of other awful shit to you that you didn't deserve."

You gently kiss Javi again and he leans into it, which makes you happy. You're happy that Javier found you and decided to help you.

Now he's yours and you're his. Javier gently cups your cheek in his hand and just gazes tenderly at you.

"At least now I know you're safe, Y/N. And you'll never have to go back to that shitty life ever again because I'm keeping you here with me "

"I know, Javi. You're my hero." Javier grins.

"And I'm one hell of a hero, too."