I watched as one of the girls behind the bar flirted with Nestor, the way he played into it and seemed to be flirting back.

I looked away closing my eyes for a moment before standing from my seat and heading outside, sliding down the clubhouse’s wall.

I hated the way I fell for him, the way my eyes always searched for him during party’s or when I knew he was around. I hated how badly I wanted him knowing he could never see me the same way.

I was pulled from my thoughts when someone sat down beside me. I looked over seeing him, the same guy I was thinking of.

“Are you alright?” He questioned his eyes scanning over my face.

“Mhm.” I hummed looking away from him and up at the sky “The sky’s so pretty isn’t it?”

Nestor kept his eyes on Y/n as he agreed, though he wasn’t talking about the sky. He was talking about her. She was the only thing he found pretty, the only thing he wanted. But she could never feel that way about him so he had to pretend he didn’t like her, pretend he wasn’t in love with her.

All he wanted was her.

You were doing the laundry, minding your own business when you heard the front door open. Thinking it was Nestor, sneaking out the door without kissing you goodbye, you walked over. The closer you got, the more the pit in your stomach grew. Something was off.

You stood in the kitchen, looking around the house until you saw the figure in the living room. His back was to you and he was wearing all black. Covering your mouth, you stepped quietly to get to the room and alert Nestor.

Taking one small step, the hardwood floor creaked. You stifled out a sob into your hand as he spun around. Staring at each other for a moment, you debated what to do. You bolted, running as fast as you could with the intruder right on your heels.

"What do you mean someone's in the house?" he asks. He hears the footsteps in the hallway and sees the way your eyes grew wide. Putting his fingers on his lips, he grabs his gun and nods away from the door.

You step away, slinking into the corner. You watch Nestor open the door cautiously, gun drawn in front of him. He steps into the hallway, closing the door behind him, your only barrier between the intruder and you. You hear your heart in your ears as you begin to panic.

You try to calm down, taking deep breaths. As you listen carefully, you hear a ruckus. You hear punches landing and Nestor swearing and then you hear a gunshot. You jump out of your skin and out of your corner.

Staring at the door, you hear two more shots. Heavy footsteps fall and get closer to the bedroom door. You panic, diving under the bed. You don't know who was shot and who was still standing.

The door slowly pushes open. The familiar boots step into the room and you let out a heavy sigh of relief. You pull yourself out from under the bed and stare up at Nestor, who is more curious about you getting under the bed.

"What happened?" you ask, seeing the bright red marks along his face. You touch it lightly but he pushes your hand away.

"Don't go out there for a while," he said as he picked up his phone.

"Why? Who are you calling?" you ask. He shakes his head as he speaks into the phone. You take a step toward the door to sneak a look. He reaches out and grabs your arm, pulling you back in. "What're you doing?"

"Don't go out there." He keeps talking on the phone and you still want to know what happened.

When his back is to you, you walk out the door. Around the corner, you see a puddle of blood oozing into the hallway. You keep walking and see the intruder dead where he lay with two bullet holes. You find another bullet hole in the wall across from him.

"What're you doing?" You jump at the sound of Nestor's face behind you. He grabs your arm and pulls you back to the room. "I told you not to go out there."

"You killed him," you state as you are flung onto the bed. You sit up and stare at Nestor. "You killed him in our house."

"I know," he nods. "I was there." You stand up and grab the straps to his gun holster. "What're you doing?" he chuckles. You pull him closer to you so you're pressed against him.

"That's...just the...just about the sexiest thing I've ever seen you do," you breathe, kissing his neck. "I thought I saw the sexiest thing...but...I was wrong." You spin around and push him down on the bed. As you straddle him, you lean down kissing him and down his neck.

"Mi amor," he groans, starting to feel the strain in his pants. "I have to go clean that up."

"No, you don't," you purr, your lips pressed to his throat. "I have to thank my big, strong husband for protecting me before his goons come clean up the mess."

"They're going to be here any minute," he sighs, his voice growing deep.