✨Mess✨

Lights flashing. Music thumping. Just another Saturday at the Roxanne. You took extra care with your hair, makeup and heart shattering outfit for the night. Absolutely nothing to do with the fact that it was guaranteed Ramon Arellano Felix was going to be there. Call it what you want. Harmless teasing. A flirty no strings attached easy relationship. A couple nights of destressing. Whatever it was it was fun. You hoped tonight would be no different. You finished applying the last layer of lip gloss and headed out the door to the adventure that awaited you across town.

Everyone who's anyone gathers at the Roxanne. It's the hottest club in town.

You were glad that today would be no exception. Last of the makeup applied you were glad that it was Saturday. For tonight the stresses of the week would be washed away in alcohol, music and a little naughty rendezvous to go with it.

The club was just the way you expected it to be. Just like always. You spied some of the whos who in their usual spots. Some of them even had new faces.  Part human. Part silicone. You don't see Ramon straight away, but you don't was to go looking for him either. It's just all part of the teasing. You both want each other. Fuck, sometimes you crave him. But you don't let it show. Neither does he, even though sometimes he accidentally makes it painfully obvious. The bar called your name, on your way there you spy Chapo and Cochi in a booth nearby. Thinking nothing of it you order, down the drink and subtly check for Ramon again. No such luck as he was still no where in sight.

The bartender lands another drink down in front of you which you gladly accept. Just as two strong arms snake their way around your waist. 'Hola princesa.'  Ramon's voice somehow drowned out the music. You giggle and turn around to him. 'Been waiting for this?' he challenges,

You playfully slap him away. 'You wish.'

'I have some.. business to take of. How about I meet you upstairs in thirty minutes/' He leans in a little closer to explain what he has planned in those thirty minutes. Leaving you a little....bothered. Though those thirty minutes took just a tad longer than expected.

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Why Ramon does anything is for a higher power to know and us to find out. Though it's also probably a mystery to the higher power also. Ramon wasn't about to let Cochi and Chapo get away easy. They couldn't just walk into his club and decide to take over. They'd caused enough damage already.

Cochi sitting there, smug look on his face. It drove Ramon mad, He had to get Cochi and Chapo out of the damn club. Pretty soon the two hot heads were face to face.

'Ahi Ramon, should I send up some women from back home. Looks like you all could do with a few.'

At first Ramon didn't respond. It wasn't an insult he cared much about. So of course, Cochi couldn't let it go but Chapo interjected. 'What are you doing here anyway Ramon, shouldn't you be in some brothel on the other side of town?'

'At least I can get it up.'

Cochi pushed Chapo back before an argument ensued. He wanted to be the one to start  it. 'Ramon. That pretty little thing of yours and I got together a couple weeks ago. She's pretty fun. Bit talkative after the fact.' He took another step closer. 'Good thing she let slip that I give it to her just that much better than you do.'

Silence fell over the club. R E D. That is all that Ramon sees in that moment. HE literally shoves a surprised Cochi to the ground. However just before he can knock him out for that comment Benjamin somehow manages to pull his brother off of the dirt bag on the ground. Chapo pulls him off the ground and they both make a hasty exit. Literally as fast as their feet can carry them. Gone into the wind. Just leaving behind one of Cochi's teeth.

Mon's chest heaves in anger, sweat still dripping off his brow. In just the blink of an eye thirty five minutes had elapsed. -------------------

It's all about the timing. You couldn't show up early, or on time, or too late that he thought something was up. it had to be perfect. So forty minutes after the invitation you wound up in the exact spot he told you to be. Dress hitched higher than it was earlier.

He wasn't there. You didn't think much of it. It was all part of the game. Right?

Another ten minutes elapsed and no sign of him. A couple other guys took it upon themselves to attempt to keep you company but you brush them off. They aren't Ramon. It's five minutes later that you begin to feel a little uneasy. Did something to happen to him? Was he involved in that kerfuffle you heard earlier?

You lean up against the rails to look around the club. This time being a little more obvious about it. Just random faces. None familiar.

A sudden presence behind you makes the little hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Ramon's voice was anything but comforting in that moment. 'Do I mean nothing to you? Is- is this some joke?' His voice wasn't hurt. It was angry.

You whip around ready to start. 'A joke? Do I act like this is funny? I show up here every Saturday despite the fact you make no effort to see me during the week!'

He scoffed. Then just left. Leaving you standing there wondering what happened in the last hour to have him do this complete 180.

You think about leaving. That would just give him what he wants you decide. it's still early. You can still have fun. You take off to the dance floor. Men happily oblige to the dancing, buying you drinks at every turn.

You can feel Ramons eyes on you at every moment from the VIP area. Though every time you glance up he turns away. Still practically shaking with anger.  

At the end of the night it all becomes too much. At about the time you and Mon would be heading back to, um, finish off the night alone you stood in the street racking you brain as to what had happened that night. Just as you are about to give up and go home you spy Ramon, alone, leaving the club.

You march over to him. Determined to get answers as to why he's acting like a child. 'Que paso Ramon eh? What is wrong with you?!'

He doesn't respond. Just continues to walk down the street. It takes a bit of extra energy but you manage to catch up to him. 'Seriously Mon what's the matter?'

He stops. Scoffs and then continues. This time your anger reaches boiling point as you grab him by the arm and pull him to a stop. You end up marching in front of him. 'If you want this to end right now I'll walk down that damn street and you'll never, ever see me again. Is that what you want?'

He sighs. 'You have Cochi to go back to.'

As he's about to continue you put your hand up to his chest to stop him. 'Who?'

He looks at you in a mix of anger and confusion. 'Cochiloco. Surely you remember him as he's apparently much better than I am.'

A look of sheer confusion spreads across your face. 'What the hell are you talking about Ramon?'

Now its his turn to look confused. Both of you just stand there looking at each other in sheer confusion. You speak first. 'I've never heard of Cochiloco Ramon. I-I.' You decided not to finish the sentence.

It's hard to determine the thought process of the man standing before you at that point. His browns went to confusion, to anger, to acceptance and then to realisation. His shoulders drop in defeat.

'Is this about the fight you got into?'

Then came the sheepish look on his face before he hung his head a little lower.

'Guess they don't teach club owners how to apologise.' A little smirk spreads across your face as you lean in a little closer. 'How about you apologise by taking me back home and we'll carry out what we had planned.'

We all know that Amado is literally the chillest (thats not a word) man out there so when he sees you in a state he panics a little bit.

He just stands there, dumbfounded, afraid that he's upset you or someone that he knows has done something to leave you like this. He desperately racks his brain to see a play by play of the days leading up to this moment, everything he's done, said, thought about to see if he has to apologise for something.

He figures that the best option is to walk up to you and just apologise anyway. Just in case.

He just cautiously walks up to you as you're sitting on the couch or the bed or wherever. Tears falling down your face. Trying to hold back the cries.

'Ai mi cielo lo siento. No llores por favor.'

He realises his mistake when you lift your head up and look at him in pure confusion. He didn't actually have anything to apologise for. That's when his mood immediately turns to concern.

Amado wraps his arms around you, letting your head rest on his shoulder. His shirt turns damp with the tears as he strokes your hair. Just cooing to help you calm down.

He pulls you up to rest on his lap, head still buried in his shoulder so you can just have a good cry. Sometimes bad bitches need a good cry okay.

I'm going to be so generic here and go with the problem of unwanted catcalling. You eventually manage to stutter out that some pendejo insulted you quiet harshly when you wouldn't respond to his catcalling and advances.

He'll kiss your neck and cheek softly, arms tightening around you with every sentence that you say. Continuing with the cooing.

He'll be outwardly chill, just taking it all in but on the inside his mind will going a mile a minute. Already thinking of which men should carry out some revenge. He'll continue to rub circles on your back and run his hands through your hair while coming up with a plan,

When he notices your crying is getting softer his attention immediately snaps back to you.

Once the crying has subsided I can totally see him just attempting to use some humour to cheer you up. Relaying some stupid story on how Acosta fell over or one of his men failing at picking up a woman at a club or something.

You can't help but to giggle at the memory. Just Acosta is standing there yelling at someone and just trips over himself. I can't.

Back to why we're here. He chuckles too. The atmosphere changes and you lift your head to give him un besito. 'I'm sorry that happened to you but lets try not to think about it right now. It'll be a training exercise for some of those new idiots I hired. Let them worry about it.'

He lifts your chin up carefully while reassuring you that it'll be taken care of. Quickly and quietly.

He cracks another stupid joke that warrants another laugh. Dad jokes to the extreme here.

I can totally see him just sweeping you up and letting you stand. Head still buried in his shoulder, hands on his chest for support just to see if it'll help the situation. His heartbeat automatically brings your breathing back to normal. Just the comforting sound of it.

'Just one moment mi cielo I'll be back. Get yourself comfortable.'

He leaves you for a minute for two reasons. One he has to tell his men not to even think about coming back until that cabron is six feet under. But also he gathers whatever he can find that could help. Ice cream, a movie, comfy blanket.

Call me insane but I can also see Amado running a nice bath for you. Bubbles, candels fancy ass soaps. The works.

He lets you soak in there for a  little bit to relax as he sets up the bedroom to absolute perfection.

The comfy blanket on the bed, the movie in the player. He has everything set up just the way you like it.

When he hears the bathroom door opening he totally sets out your favourite comfy pyjamas for you to wear. Obviously. Or you know, not.

He has absolutely no problem helping you dry off and change into those pj's either. Complimenting just about every body part.

Y'all will just snuggle up in the bed. Chilling. Your head on his chest and he'll have his arm resting along your bank. His fingers drawing circles on the material of the pj's.

Amado will totally just shovel ice-cream into your mouth to make sure you feel better. Don't @ me on this one okay. It's comical, he remembers how it cheers you up so like a toddler he thinks that is just the way to go. Keep feeding you until you are happy again. It works for me honestly.

He lets you pick the movie too. Even if its something he doesn't like he won't complain, Not once, this is your night.

He'll ask you every thirty seconds if you are okay or if there's anything else he can do to help you feel better. Then crack another dad joke or make a stupid comment at the movie.

100% makes sure you fall asleep first. Still petting your hair and absentmindedly talking to you as you drift off. When he notices you're asleep he slips away to see if the job has been done.

Amado prides himself on the quality of work of his men so guaranteed they bring back a little souvenir of the quest, like the watch the dude was wearing or something.

You can't fight me on this but Amado totally just squeezes that watch until the face cracks; imagining its the face of the pendejo. Then he just tosses it in the bin like the absolute trash that the man who it once belonged to was.

Once he's totally satisfied that the job has been done he gets back into bed with you. Pulling you top top of him and slowly falling asleep to the sound of your breathing.

His protectiveness increases like a thousand percent after this. He doesn't let you for AnYwHeRe alone and always ALWAYS makes sure to compliment you every time he sees you.