⢠Lalo salamanca x fem!reader, with some nacho too (best of both worlds), HEAVY on slowburn, and i love hurt comfort so bear with me
The casino was a safe space, for (Yn) at least, because it was her favorite skillâgambling and playing with predictions and percentages. She was known for it, and everyone knew her hands always pulled the best cards in the game.
Yes, the new Mexico casino was nothing like the one back home in Mexico, but business is business. Walking in, she didnât grab any attention, which was better for her sake at the moment.
Only her father and brothers knew of her existence right now, plus Mike and a few others. but to the outside world, the new family was long gone from the publicâs eye.
She hummed along to the music as she made her way to the back office, opening the door slowly, "Pa?"
âHola bonita," as always, a cigarette was between his fingers and a book was spread in front of him. The lights were pretty dim, and the doctor told him it was better for his eyesight.
"Hmm, whenâs the next step?"
It was perfect. The plan and her needs were aligned. Her car needed a checkup, and she herself needed to check up on someone.
She found herself at the front desk of Ignacio's dad's workshop, and she was quite surprised he had some good business going despite his age.
 âHola," the old man greeted her as soon as he heard the bell ring.
 "Hola. ¿CĂłmo estĂĄs?"Â
"Welcome. How can I help you?"Â He switched to English so fast, do I really look that white-washed?
"I was hoping to get a checkup on my car."
He nodded and turned to the back, where he yelled his son's name, telling him to go up front.
(Yn) couldnât help but smile when she saw the look on his face when he recognized her; his steps slowed for a second as he gathered his thoughts as to what she was doing here.
The man brought his son only to be a translator between the two; therefore, Yn didnât need to show her ability to speak Spanish.
 In the middle of talking, the dad was called back in. with an apologetic look, he said, "I'm sorry, Senorita. My son will help you, okay?" and with that, he walked off.
 (Yn) scoffed, looking to the side, though she could feel Ignacio's stare burn holes through her skull.
"I can't get my car checked out now?."
 The man kisses his teeth in annoyance. What the hell was she doing here? "We both know youâre not here just for that."
 "Well, a little birdie told me that not only youâre a drug dealer, youâre also a card thief. I mean, shit, if you wanted some, I wouldâve given you my Pokemon collection; itâs very exclusive."
 If someone were to animate the view from (Yn)âs eyes, they wouldâve drawn steam out of Ignacio's ears.
 "I'm just saying you underestimated how big of an idiot you were. He went to the police for those cards, and now theyâre snooping around."
 "Sounds like you have a problem, young lady," he said, taking a step back, ready to leave.
 "First of all, itâs an us problem; second of all, I'm pretty sure I'm older than you," he continued along his way until she stopped him dead in his tracks.
 "Are you really not that scared of Tuco Salamanca?"
 And there he is again, right in front of Yn, with his hands crossed over his chest.
 "I know you donât play ball, so to speak, and Tuco finds out about your little side business. I think we both know the end to that."
 "Who are you?" he finally asked; that question had been on his mind for the whole day yesterday.
 "Me? I'm nobody," same dumb smile she always uses.
 "To put an end to this before it even starts, you give me the baseball cards, 10,000 in cash, and you net roughly $60,000."
 Ignacio chuckled then went back to his serious face, "And how exactly does that work?"
 (Yn) stayed quiet for a bit, saying, "Before I continue, you really have amazing eyelashes, im jealous."
Well, that took him by surprise; he didnât show it obviously, but still, it startled him. However, his thoughts were soon interrupted by her continuing her speech.
He was impressed by her plan, and more so by her way of convincing him so easily to take part in it.
What stood out about her to him was the way she held eye contact; sure, it was common in the business to establish power and shit, But with her, it was almost more to get even with whoever she was looking at. He couldnât put a finger on how he felt about it, her.
(Yn) wasnât there when the final deal was happening, but Mike was, and she told him about the plan as she dropped him off near where he worked; it wasn't hard to find that one either.
The rest of the day she spent at the casino with her brothers; her father was now back home. The place was her brother's, where she was carrying out her business, which was her casino back in Mexico.
Here, the family was invisible, though; it wasnât common knowledge who owned this place.
After a few hours, Yn finally decided to head back home to her cat and maybe watch a movie while cuddling. The womanâs schedule was really, really empty; she could do as she pleased day and night.
As she unlocked the door, she could hear her cat calling her through the kitchen, but instead of coming to her, she had to fully realize who was sitting down on her sofa.
 "Do you want coffee or tea?" she said as she kicked off her shoes and walked over to the kitchen.
 "Is this really your response to finding a stranger in your home?"
 "A stranger is someone you donât know."
 A scoff could be heard, along with footsteps indicating he followed her to where she was; to his surprise, she was already making dinner, pasta, he presumed. with two plates set on the table.
 Was she serious? "Well, I donât know you."
"So you willingly barged into a stranger's home, pretty clever," she laughed. "Did you follow me?"
âNo, I dug a bit and found you," she couldnât help but laugh more at his attempt.âI noticed the van that was following me yesterday, plus, if you dug around about me, you wouldnât be here."
"Why are you here, anyway?" she said as she filled up the two plates with salsa and set the remaining in the middle if either of them had wanted seconds.
 He sat down, examining the dish. It was nicely made and fairly appetizing, especially after a long day of work. On the other side of the table, she sat leaning over to him, and there it is, her stare.
 It was definitely a no, but he couldnât say that, and on the other hand, he couldnât say yes either.
 "Does Tuco not pay you enough so you make money on the side?" With that, Ignacio let out a big sigh and set his utensils aside.
 "The problem isnât my salary or anything; Tuco is a ticking time bomb; he didnât mind putting a bullet between a guyâs eyes just because he got a weird look from him, let alone me."
 "Your face has good bone structure; keep it that way," she said as she slipped the pasta into her mouth again. He didnât know if these were compliments or not; she didnât say them in a flirtatious manner, definitely more like she stated facts from a powerpoint presentation.
 After a moment of silence, he said, "Your cooking is amazing; whereâd you learn it from?" She could tell he liked it by how he was devouring what was presented in front of him.
"My fatherâs an amazing cook, but I was the only one who got his talent; my two brothers
They learned to gamble from me instead."
 So she does have a family. Though she was an orphan or something.
"Yes! My favorite hobby is real. I could do it for hours, plus I know all the tricks."
 "Iâm in a good mood today, so I'll show you a few."
The rest of the night was filled with laughter and jokes. (Yn) gave the guy a lesson on games and cheats while his eyes filled with interest in what she was showing him, but either way, they both knew the night had to come to an end.
As Ignacio was at the door, ready to step out, he looked back to the woman who had greeted him goodbye a few seconds earlier, sitting on her couch peacefully petting her cat while watching TV. He really forgot why he came here in the first place.
Yn'âs mind filled with what she could do now to avoid her boredom, but as soon as she received a certain voice call from a specific person, she knew the next few days were going to be eventful.
She watched as Krazy-8 walked out of that door looking like his legs were about to give out at any given moment, yet he was sure fast enough to drive away in his vehicle. giving Yn her moment to shine.
She dresses nicely for the occasion for once, letting her hair down and doing her makeup, just taking care of herself before this whole shitshow goes down.
Parking her car next to Tucoâs and purposely bumping into it a little bit was the easy part; now she has to go in and embrace whatâs going to happen.
Tuco was already staring at her in disbelief; he definitely saw what happened through the big classroom window, looking absolutely furious, while Nacho turned around after a few seconds and did his heart dropâ is she everywhere?
"Hey!" She heard Tuco call out when she walked by their table to the register, but she pretended she didnât hear them.
"Hello! Um.. can I get the number four, please, on the go?" She said this while smiling to the man before her, who went to work right away in order to avoid the scene that was about to happen.
"Yo chica, hey," she felt a hand guide her to turn around as she was met by none other than Tuco, who stood beside him, Ignacio. "You just hit my car."
"Huh? I hit your car?" Tuce chuckled at Varga. This bitchâs acting dumb.
"See, that car that you parked your piece of shit next to?" Thatâs mine, and youâve just run into it."
"Oh well, I guess I couldâve and I didnât notice, so my apologies, sir," she smiled and turned around, collecting her order and mumbling a small thank you before rushing out.
She could hear Tuco yelling not to get away from him, but the altercation needed to happen outside.
"Donât you walk away from me!" Ay, puta!"
All the talking was done by the salamanca, while Varga stayed awfully quiet. Even Tuco noticed a slight change in demeanor on his end.
"You see that! You did that!" he said, pointing to the tiniest dent known to mankind.
"Thatâll buff right out, now if youâll excuse meâ
As she was getting ready to open her car door, she felt a hand grab her by the shoulder and swing her all the way around, face to face with Tuco.
"Youâre not leaving until you pay for this."
"If money is all you need, I've got great insurance."
Once again, with his hand thatâs still glued to her, he shakes her to stop talking that nonsense.
"I ainât messing around with no insurance, bitch, cash."
"Listen, I've barely got cash on me, so if you just give me your information, Iâll send it to you through insurance."
Thud.  Now (Yn) was sandwiched between Tuco salamanca and a wall; her head began to hurt already; maybe doing this herself was a bad idea, but she knew Mike would follow up with the deal, and she couldnât let that happen; it wonât help her in the long run, and she needed all the salamanca alive.
So she'd have a black eye from one of themânot a big deal.
"Youâre pretty, but a pretty awful liar." "I saw your wallet earlier; you've got plenty."
"Thatâs for my rent; itâs due today, and I canâtâ ugh
Tucoâs ring was sure to leave a mark on Yn'âs cheek. Her head is already spinning. Why do I do this to myself?
"Just give him the money." This time it was Ignacio who spoke; no emotions were displayed, though his voice was almost like a whisper.
(Yn) looked at him and then forward to meet the loco eyes of Tuco Salamanca. she chuckled.
"I ainât giving you shit."
The police sirens could be heard coming this way. "Itâs time to bounce," Ignacio said, but his partner didnât budge; instead, he ordered Nacho to leave and let him finish this business.
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