#bcs au

More laloward fanfic because I’m spiraling. BIG WARNING: heavy angst and domestic abuse.

THWACK!

Hector’s cane was a familiar instrument. One that Lalo Salamanca knew all too well. Every time he pissed his elders off in his youth, the stubbed end of that cane in the center of his head was a painful reminder for him not to do it again. To Lalo, it was discipline for a disrespectful nephew. Anyone with their head screwed on right would have rightly have called it abuse.

Especially someone like Howard.

After shrieking and watching the man he loved get pummeled to the ground, something in the corporate lawyer snapped. All his instincts would normally tell him violence was never worth it. Assault came with charges, legal expenses, and a shitload of tedious paperwork…but because of Lalo—or “Lorenzo” as he knew him—Howard dove in anyway. A blink, and that damned cane careened across the room. Howard soon yanked it from the man’s hands. The sound of clattering metal then echoed off the walls. Not even the night guards could stay silent.

“What the HELL is wrong with you!? You…You miserable son of a bitch!”

The gobsmacked look across Hector’s face didn’t phase him. Had he known who he was talking to in that moment, it should have terrified him. But Howard just kept ranting and raving. How dare this so-called ‘family man’ lay hands on his nephew this way. How dare he pull this pathetic stunt out of nowhere. All Lalo had done was plead their case. This was where he learned family was everything? Air became a scarce commodity as Howard cursed him out between breaths. It wasn’t until he felt firm, steady hands pulling him away when the Hamlin son paused for anything.

“Baby, go! Please, just go!”

Howard stood there, aghast, watching for a crack in Lalo’s face. How could anyone defend a man that hurt them so brutally? What would the old bastard do as soon as he left?

“Trust me, you’re in way more danger than I could ever be. GO.”

Howard tried one more time. He really didn’t want to leave his man alone, not with a band of freaks. It took Lalo’s hands caressing his face and a firm “Howie, do as I say.” to make a dent in his confidence. Staring at the crowd of relatives that formed in front of him, he headed for the door. He didn’t close it without finally glaring at Hector. Never in his life had he been so ballsy. He had no idea he just rattled the head of a cutthroat cartel ring, cursing and shoving a Don of Salamancas. All he knew was that his Lorenzo, sweet and charming Lorenzo, was reduced to bruises by his own uncle. He thought the man begging him to leave never had a mean bone in his body.

“Lorenzo…I love you…” was all he said as he left.

Inside, Lalo struggled to stay on his feet. Wiping traces of blood from his nose and face, he turned to fully face his uncle. Surprisingly, Hector hadn’t thrown himself into a cardiac fit. No, his elder remained with an expression that almost looked impressed. Four agonizing minutes, and neither one broke their eye contact.

“The gringo…he willing to die for you?”

Lalo held his gaze. “Yes.”

"This place is like hundreds of years old, how many people you think have died here?"

"Dude."

LALO POV: You meet Nacho’s brothers (they don’t seem to like you)

imparting my self indulgent bcs oc on you all sorry :3

*In the back room sweeping up*