You’re Lucky You’re Beautiful (PART 2) - Armando Aretas x Reader
Part 2 finally out!!!!! Guys I didn’t realise I never posted this sorry, i left you guys hanging and now posting this like 6 months later,.
This took me so long at the time because I had no intention of creating a part 2 so I had no idea where to take this. I don’t think I’ll be making a part 3 tbh.... but i did leave a little cliff-hanger so if i get enough requests i'll consider making Part 3.
Also i tagged everyone who asked to be tagged, but i doubt you guys care so late lol - sorrrrryyy
Warnings - suggested nsfw /
After Armando left, leaving a burning hot kiss on your cheek. You sat stunned for a few minutes, running your fingers on the spot he kissed. You literally met this man 5 minutes ago and he already has you crushing hard, he only kissed you on the cheek for god sake! But it was so sweet, and gentle and his lips were so soft as they landed on your cheek leaving you a smiling mess. Mike and Marcus would be frowning at the schoolgirl smile but damn does this man know how to flirt. You forced yourself up to get some spare blankets and pillows until you realised, they were in your bedroom where Armando already was. Taking a deep breath, you walked a short walk to your bedroom, knocking ever so slightly on the door.
“Armando, are you in there? I’m sorry I- “you whispered trying to get his attention.
He opened the door wide open and with a stupid smirk, leaning on the door frame and said smugly interrupting you “Already here for more?”
You rolled your eyes so far back; they could have gotten stuck there and stated knowingly “someone really needs to help tone that ego down”
He laughed. Eyes crinkled and teeth on display, contrasting to the dark bags that were hidden by his deep laughter as he dipped his head. The sight melted your heart that triggered a blush that was out of your control. You rolled your eyes again, slightly smiling and giggled as you asked, “I just need my blanket and pillow please?”
Armando stepped aside still smiling & moved out of the door frame to allow you access to your room, muttering thanks awkwardly, you walked through the door oblivious to his stare, giving him a nice view from behind, not that you would have minded and grabbed the spares. It honestly felt like it took you hours to get them, with the tension around the room.
“You know, you can stay in here Mami, I don’t mind” he offered, almost sounding sincerely if he wasn’t fucking you with his eyes.
Lifting the blankets and pillow under one arm freeing your other, walking back to the door where he was, you grabbed his bare forearm, looking slightly up at him connecting your eyes to each other. As you rubbed his arm up to his bicep and back down and back up, his breathing heavy moving his focus to your hand movement. With your hand barley wrapping around his entire bicep, you squeezed slightly as you whispered “you couldn’t handle me baby”
slowly dragging your hand away as you turned away from him until your finger’s tips grazed his skin and you felt his hand grab your wrist causing you to turn back “be careful mami, you won’t win this game you’re playing” he warned, eyes darkened causing a deep shiver that started from your wrist throughout your whole body.
You squeezed your thighs tightly to relieve the pressure that you were sure he noticed. Swallowing your salvia, to moisten your dry mouth and you breathed “what if I don’t want to win?” As you snatched your hand back walking away from him, leaving him at your bedroom door, a mess and shocked at your sudden change, not that he didn’t like it. He watched you walk away, admiring your curves, and your long cocoa brown waves that hit your waist as they bounced, imagining one hand gripping your waist and the other pulling those brown locks as he stuffed his cock from behind and had you begging him for more. From that moment forward, he knew you were his.
You had left with a proud smile that he could not see, one, because you could feel the tension rolling of him and two, you had the last say which meant he’d be thinking about you tonight. Not that you wouldn’t be thinking about him, I mean you were in the same predicament you were in before, if not you were worse off now. Remembering his eyes darkening as your fingers skimmed his skin, to see the effect you had on him was sending you in a spiral you almost wanted to laugh given not less than an hour ago, you wanted to strangle the man.
You set the couch up for bed, put your phone on charge and fell asleep pretty quickly after that, given everything that had happened, up until just 5 minutes ago a whole lot had changed and you didn’t realise how exhausted you were until your head hit the pillow. Although you were sound asleep on the couch, Armando had been up for hours after, he wanted nothing more than to relieve himself, but he was in your bed and he had more respect for you and your personal space than to do that, so instead he opted to suffer through until he fell asleep. Clearly that didn’t work, he tried stripping half naked with only his boxers to cool himself down, that didn’t work because he was shifting everything 5 minutes itching for you, especially knowing you were only a room away. Hours passed and he heard shuffling in the living room, he hadn’t clocked any movement all night, so it was odd he heard something now. He froze his body and thoughts focusing on the movement outside trying to confirm that it was only you awake for a late night feed, he hadn’t heard anything further so he resigned and dropped his shoulders until he heard a muffled and very faint cry out for help caused Armando to jump out, slipping on his pants, looking around for a weapon in sight with no luck.
You were currently being suffocated with two large hands around your throat with no escape. you had been sound asleep when the heaviness of two hands suddenly appeared cutting off your air supply. You tried to yell and to fight back, but they had you in a compromising position, let alone you were not trained or skilled enough or even at all to take on a grown man. You had been struggling for around 2 minutes, kicking and scratching at the hands around your throat, unsure on how to escape. The Man’s groin was right at head and if you were able to move your head an inch, you’d be able to knock him in his lower region to allow you a moment of reprieve. Reaching your arms behind your head in an attempt to punch his lower region from behind, you managed to only hit his thigh a few times. At this point black spots were appearing and your vision blurring, you were getting weaker as you fought, dropping your hands in defeat, you had accepted your fate. That was until you felt the sudden release of his hands, taking in an exaggerated breath and coughing dramatically in agonising pain unaware of your surroundings, you coughed and coughed with your head facing the ground and you sat up on the couch, trying to gain full consciousness.
A few moments later, feeling somewhat at ease, you turned behind you, hearing the grunts and punches, you see Armando abusing your abuser. Using anything, he can around him a weapon not being able to put an end to the man with no gun in sight. He continues to throw punches at the man’s face with his bare fist watching as the Man wails his hands around trying to find Armando’s weakness. The man punches his rib sloppily, causing Armando to wince at the impact, giving the man the space to dominate the fight. The man’s hand slips in his pocket and your eyes widen in fear as you screech “Armando!”
Your screech wakes up Marcus and Mike, running in guns blazing but Armando’s reaction was instant as he lifts himself of the man and wraps his arms around his neck putting him in a headlock, causing the knife to slip out of his hand due to the speed of Armando’s reaction. Spinning his body so that he was practically sitting on the man’s back as he clenched his arms harder lowering himself with him as the Man weakened, replicating the same feeling you had. Armando’s eyes wander to you, quickly and briefly scanning you to make sure you were ok while the man struggles calmed until they stopped. Sensing his breathing slowed down to nothing, he slowly releases his tight grip on the man’s throat and stands up breathing heavy, and begins walking toward you. You are frozen in shock, not sure whether it was the fact that you almost died or the fact that Armando killed a man for you.
“What the fuck happened here?” Marcus questioned eyeing the dead man as Mike goes to check his pulse. Armando doesn’t answer him and continues to walk to you. His eyes skimming over your body, checking for any marks, then his hand reaches for your face, using his two fingers, he grabs on to your chin inspecting your face and lifts it slightly to see the finger marks forming bruises on your neck.
His lips tighten forming a tight line and eyes hardening and mutters “si pudiera matarlo de nuevo lo haría mi amor”
Shying away, you move your head to the side, telling him you were fine through your raspy damaged voice box hoping that was the correct response to whatever he had said to you. You made a mental note to ask him later. His thumb caressed your chin slightly just before he turned to Mike and Marcus and grumbled “Cómo pasó esto?, how did they find us?”
Mike and Marcus were staring at him, brows furrowed as they looked at eachother and glared at Armando “Nu Uh, that’s not happening” Marcus stated pointing between the two of you eyes wide opening in fear
Armando rolled his eyes “there’s time for that later, it’s not safe here anymore” immediately switching back to his defensive position
“I had my eyes on the road on the way back, I don’t know how they found us” Marcus replied cautiously as he eyed the two of you. You almost rolled your eyes at him.
“Si, so did I. Can we check the car for a tracer?” Armando asked
“Yeah, I’ll go down and check now. Either way we need to leave now” Mike replied heading for the car
“She can’t stay here.” Armando added, worried for your safety now that someone found their way to your home, he didn’t know who else would when he wasn’t here.
Your eyes widen and head starts shaking “that’s not necessary, I’m fi-“
Armando cut you off in a sharp tone “No seas ridícula, it’s not safe here for anyone”
Marcus groans and reluctantly agrees with Armando “ As much as I don’t want to say it, and don’t like what’s going on here. He’s right, there might be people making their way here now, you’re less safe without us here” Marcus explained.
“That’s enough, do not argue. I cannot keep you safe here” Armando tone gets shaper, almost like he’s getting angry at you which in turn rises the same anger. He saves you one time and thinks he can call all the shots.
“Why do you care, you don’t even know me” you bark back defensively, granted it may have been a bit harsh given he just saved you.
“dios mío!, I don’t know I do! Why are you getting angry at me for caring about you” he yelled in frustration, it annoyed him that he cared, especially when you were right. He barely knew you, but he wanted to know everything about you. He knew you were kind, and loyal and stunning to a fault and he somehow wanted all that for him, with you, all in the span of one night. You managed to take care of him in one night more than he had been taken care of in his life.
He had a point though, you didn’t know why you were getting angry at him, he heard you struggle and ran to protect you, he almost took a knife to keep you safe and you knew it was genuine when his gentle fingers caressed you chin, promising whatever he said in Spanish when he saw the bruise on your neck.
“I’m sorry, I’m just scared” you whispered apologising unable to even understand your own feelings.
His eyes soften, and he walks closer to you “I will keep you safe, I just need you to trust me?” He asks softly while holding your hand, an action out of Marcus’ sight, you stare at his raw emotion and gentleness toward you and nod softly. He smiles back you softly and gentle rubs your hand with his thumb in a comforting motion. Oddly, you trust him with your life.
He pushes you to pack a small bag of your things and to pack money with you while they check on Mike and set up the car. You nodded leaving to get a few things, Armando reminds you “ditch the phone” as he goes to check on Mike.
Marcus on the other stays and follows you, you turn to notice him giving him a weird look “what’s wrong with you?” You ask
He sighs heavily and gives you his most stern face as he warns “be careful y/n, I know he’s Mike’s son but also remember who he really is”
You drop the items and turn your full body towards Marcus as you try to comfort him “would you believe me if I said I know what I’m doing?”
You chuckle slightly at his response and insist “He just risked his life for mine, I’m only trusting him with my life” you say sarcastically “and he’s sweet” you end sweetly with a blushing smile
He rolls his eyes and repeats “I’m only warning you” shrugging as he walks away. Warning noted. Warning disregarded.
Chuckling at his concern, you finish packing a small bag of items and taking some cash like Armando told you to do. You give the home a quick once over and ask the boys if they need anything before you lock up. Hearing their no’s, you lock up and jog down the stairs to where they all are. Mike showing them the gadget that you assume was how they found your home, he throws it on the floor and stomps on it breaking its exterior. That will definitely flag whoever was tracking them that they found it and are alive.
“Where are we going” you ask, wincing at the pain in your throat, Armando’s eyes dart to you throat seeing the bruise becoming more prominent.
“Dorn’s, he has all of Cap’s files and hopefully Armando will be able to ID the suspect” Mike replied taking your bag and putting it in the car. You nod slightly trying to avoid talking.
You hand the keys to Mike just before slipping into the back seat. You notice Armando motioning something to Mike on the corner of your eye outside your car, far from your ear’s reach you squint as if you can hear better. Noticing them making their way to the car, you immediately turn back acting as normal as possible while Armando sits near you in the back seat. You smile slightly feeling some awkwardnesses roll over, to which he doesn’t return. You didn’t expect he would, but it still hurt a little given the connection you built in such a short amount of time. You turned to look out the window, hand on your chin as you rested it on the car door trying not to pay any attention to the man near you.
After a short 5-minute drive, Mike parks up near a late-night drugstore. You furrow your brows slightly confused at the sudden stop and just as you were about to ask why the sudden stop, Armando was already outside going into the drugstore. Although you were still confused at what could be so urgent that he needed to go now, you didn’t ask anything and assumed you’d find out anyway. 5 minutes passed and Armando was back with a small bag of filled with only couple of items. Slipping back in the car, he handed you a cream and aspirin. now you were absolutely confused.
“What’s this?” You asked looking at the products in your hand.
“For your neck, it’s getting worse” he states directing his head towards your neck.
“Oh” you accidentally squeak out loud looking at the cream, staying silent for a few moments after Mike decided to drive off, you look back to him feeling his stares and smiled softly thanking him.
“I’m sorry I didn’t stop him from hurting you sooner” he apologised.
You shook you’re head immediately at an attempt to stop the self-blame “it’s not your fault Armando, I’m just glad you came when you did” you encouraged as you set your hand on top of his hand that lay flat on the seat beside you. He looked down toward your hands and flipped it so he could intertwine yours with his. You smiled softly, as you used your thumb to caress his hand and offer him some comfort.
He sighed resigned, “You’re too good for me” almost sounding like an admission and realisation at the same time which confused you because his self-depravation was not expected. Your heart broke at the admission, obviously not knowing much about his life, but you did not doubt that he was a loyal and caring man. That much you knew.
You lifted his hand in yours and softly kissed the back of his hand in retaliation, his eyes followed your movements and you both remained quiet in hopes not to draw attention to yourselves in the back, The last thing you wanted to deal with was the wrath of Mike and Marcus. “What did you say back at the house? I didn’t understand” you took the opportunity to ask with his hand still in yours knowing whatever he said would prove he was good enough.
“When?’ he tried re-calling what he said in his common tongue.
“When you saw the mark on my neck” stating shyly, somewhat embarrassed at the encounter. His eyes darkened at the reminder and now remained fixed at your neck where the bruise was quickly forming, shaking his head, he withdrew your grasp as he went to face the car window. You frowned slightly at the action as well at the loss of his touch. What had he said that upset him this much, you were so sure he said something comforting...
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