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Unexpected - Part Two (Nestor Oceteva x OFC)

I loved the original so much that I had to do a part 2!

She still wasn't used to waking up with Nestor in her bed. She wasn't entirely sure she wanted to 'get used to it', she loved the way it made her heart flutter and made her feel young and carefree. He was warm and solid behind her, his hand on her hip had begun to wander so he was obviously awake. Unable to resist, she shifted back against him, her breath catching when the arm under her head and the one around her waist wrapped around her and gripped her tightly.

"Morning cereza." He mumbled the words, heavy and rough, into the side of her neck as he pulled her against him.

"Morning." She whispered back, enjoying his embrace, trailing her fingers over the ink that covered his arms.

His morning hug complete, his hand slid back to her hip and began to wander once again. Over her waist, her hip, down her thigh and back up to squeeze her backside where it was pressed against him. He kissed and nipped at her neck as he slipped his hand between her thighs, groaning when he found her wet as she often was in the mornings. "Hmmm." He hummed and used his other hand to prompt her to tilt her face so he could kiss her.

Chari gladly did so, a little breathless as his fingers worked over her slit. His motions slow and steady as they kissed.

Eventually she couldn't take his early morning, tedious pace and she rolled over to face him properly, throwing one leg over his hip before she returned to kissing him. Now much more heated and purposeful as he once again pulled her tight against him, his hardness pressing against her thigh, so close to where he belonged. When her arms wrapped around his neck he shifted their weight easily.

Her back now pressed into the mattress, he settled in the cradle of her legs and groaned when she bit his bottom lip and wrapped her long, lean legs around his hips. Without waiting he pulled back slightly and watched her intently as he slid inside her. Nestor loving the way her eyes fluttered as he moved deeper and deeper until they were completely joined.

She dug her fingers into his shoulders and sighed, airy and content as he dropped his lips to her neck and chest, exploring her skin as he began to rock into her. Soon her hands could not keep still. She grabbed at his sides and hips, digging her nails into the back of his thigh as she silently pleaded for him to move faster, to go deeper. Which he did.

His hips drove down into her, his right hand dragging her leg higher up his waist, until her knee was bent up next to his shoulder, his fingers pressing divots into her thigh as she moaned at the change in angle.

Her voice was barely a whisper as she arched her back, "Oh, holy shit..."

Nestor smiled, taking her earlobe between his teeth briefly before he spoke into her ear, "You gonna cum for me mami?"

Chari shivered and her back involuntarily arched once again as she nodded.

"Yeah?" He changed his pace, speeding up, his hips slapping against hers sharply until a high pitched gasp and whine escaped her throat. "You wanna cum mi cereza?" His voice was strained with his effort, "I can feel it, how bad you wanna cum for me."

She whined again, nodded again, her nails digging into his back. Her whine turned into a groan as he pulled out of her suddenly. Her eyes flew open, surprised, but instantly rolled back behind her eyelids as Nestor flipped her over and slid deep into her once again.

This time the whole of his weight pressed into her as he laid over the top of her. Immediately his hips picked up the deep, harsh thrusts again and he buried his face in her neck. "Is this what you want?"

Her face buried in her pillow, the same pillow he had slept on last night, she nodded.

He kissed the back of her shoulder and slowed his thrusts, "Say please."

She pushed back into him, wiggling her hips back and forth, "Please papi." Chari smiled and wiggled her hips again as she felt him falter slightly. The smile quickly transformed into a silent snarl, her teeth gritted together as Nestor responded by slamming into her immediately and relentlessly until they were both groaning and trembling through their release.

~~~

Chari was laying in bed ogling Nestor as he got dressed, a pair of jeans, dark t-shirt and his hair in a messy man bun.

He caught her looking in the mirror as he did up his jeans and grinned at her, "You gonna get out of bed?"

"Eww no," She pulled the blankets up higher, "It's early..." Chari rolled so her face was hidden between the pillows.

Nestor rolled his eyes as he came back over to the bed, crawling back over the top of her, biting at her asscheek through the blankets on his way up her body. "Better not be late for work." He wove a hand into her still tangled hair and turned her head so she faced him.

She was trying and failing not to smile, "Or else?"

He dropped a kiss to her temple, hand still buried in her hair, "Or else you're gonna be in trouble..."

"Promise?" She bit her lip and locked eyes with him.

Nestor hummed, "Mhmm," against her lips as he kissed her goodbye. "See you in a bit." He kissed her again.

Charity nodded and caught his lips one last times as he backed off the bed, slapping her ass as he went.

~~~

Chari later met Nestor in a hallway of the Galindo home on her way to find Emily. They knew they were alone and so they spared eachother tiny smiles. Nestor stopped in front of her, standing closer then necessary, "I'm going to go pick up Marcus. His Escalade broke down. You good?"

"Yeah," She nodded, "Boring day for the Mrs. so I'll be close if you need me."

Nestor nodded, "I'll see you later." He moved to pass her in the hall, discreetly pinching her thigh as he passed, giving her a wink.

Chari watched after him, smirking over her shoulder as she continued down the hall to find Emily.

~~~

She had been wrong. Mrs. Galindo's day was far from boring. Which is how she found herself following her through the dress warehouse, muttering under her breath that this lady was gonna get her killed. Chari offered a knowing look and an apology to the first guard Emily shoved past and said a prayer for the one that tried to keep her from the room where Miguel was holding his little meeting.

As soon as they blew through the door Chari and the other guards were spewing their apologies to Mr. Galindo, Charity doing her best to respectfully collect her charge and remove her. Before she could do that the door opened again and Charity saw Nestor.

Her stomach dropped and turned and her jaw clenched. He was battered and bloody, being carried in by one of his men and it took Chari's breath away to see him so. He looked at her once and then looked away quickly. Before she could do or say anything she heard Miguel, "Get her the fuck out of here!"

Chari had no choice but to take Mrs. Galindo from the room and the warehouse, then wait anxiously before she herself could learn what had happened.

~~~

The car doors slamming out front told her the men were back. Charity was mad, she should have been with them, she had heard nothing from Nestor and Emily had spent the afternoon being sneaky. She hated all of it.

She was filling her water bottle when she heard the footsteps come up behind her. When she turned the knot living in her stomach all day tightened, "Jesus."

Nestor looked like hell, patched up but tired and beat down. He shook his head, forced the best attempt at a smile he could, "Estoy bien, mi cereza, I'm fine." His voice was soft and rough and he stepped into her personal space. Too close for the middle of Galindos kitchen but if he didn't care neither did she.

"You scared the shit out of me today." She didn't touch him but, God was it hard not too.

"I know." He looked from her eyes to the floor for a moment, "When I saw you at the warehouse, I couldn't look at you. I knew as soon as I looked at you I'd break, and I couldn't do that." He looked her square in the eye then, "I'm sorry cereza."

Chari was shaking her head, "I know. I understand." She forced a small smile of her own. "You're okay, so I'm okay."

He nodded, "Good. You got time to give me a ride somewhere?"

~~~

That somewhere had been back to the warehouse and through the tunnels. Chari had never been 'under' the border before but Nestor knew where he was going and so she followed him. She wasn't sure what she was expecting but she was not expecting to come up through the floor of a Mexican doctors office and be escorted to the room where Marcus Alvarez was being put back together.

If Nestor looked bad Marcus looked terrible and she'd never admit it but her eyes burned as she watched Alvarez give Nestor the praise and respect he deserved for a job well done.

The short exchange finished, Charity was surprised when Marcus spoke to her, "Charity," the room froze as she looked to the consejero, "Make sure he gets home safe, and take good care of him tonight huh."

At a momentary loss for words she gave a minute nod and left the exam room, Nestor close behind her. They were silent all the way through the tunnels, the trap door, through the warehouse and to the parked SUV. Once they were seated, doors closed and engine idling, Charity let out a shaky breath, "He knows."

"Yes he does." Nestor agreed immediately, swinging his gaze to meet hers in the glow of the dashboard lights. Eventually he chuckled and then smiled. The good smile, the real smile, that showed his gold tooth and Chari new everything was okay. With a laugh he let his head fall back against the headrest and his eyes slip closed.

~~~

He wrapped his arm around her shoulder as he slid out of the Escalade, and she happily took the weight, not caring whether he did it to pull her close or to hold himself up. She slipped her arm around his waist and they leaned into eachother as they walked to her door.

Inside Chari turned on the kitchen light and pointed Nestor towards the living room while she dropped the keys on the table along with her gun and both their phones. She caught up to him as he toed out of his shoes in front of the couch, "C'mere." She rested her hands on his shoulders from behind, gave them as squeeze as a signal to let her help him shrug out of his shoulder holster.

Even from behind she could see him wince at the movement.

She took the set up and laid it carefully on the coffee table, "You wanna take a shower?" Chari stood in front of him as he slowly sank down into the couch.

He groaned and shifted his weight around, an attempt to get comfortable. "Eventually." Once he found some relief he sighed and sank deeper into the cushions, "For now I just wanna sit." His eyes had already fallen closed.

Charity stared at him for a minute, considering her next best move.

Before she could decide Nestor raised a hand out blindly to grab for hers, "Come sit with me mami." His eyes still closed, he gave her hand a tug.

Unable to say no she sat down at the end of the couch, this time she gave his hand a tug, "Promise not to fall asleep." It wasn't a question. She chewed on the inside of her lip as she watched him twist and turn and eventually lay down with his head in her lap.

He let out a long sigh and darted his tongue out to lick his lips when she slid her hand inside the collar of his shirt and settled her hand on his chest. They sat there in silence, her fingers traced back and forth over the tattoos on his chest by memory. The steadier his breathing got so did hers. The familiar motion comforted them both.

Nestor's voice was low, tired. "My fuckin' head hurts."

"I'm sure it does." Chari stilled the hand on his chest and laid the other on the top of his head, her thumb brushed over his brow in a slow, repetitive, motion. "Want me to take your braids out?"

He made an attempt at a nod, "Por favor."

Chari worked carefully untying the ends and unraveling them each, one twist at a time. First one, then the other, until she was able to comb her fingers through his hair. "There. Go take a shower." She scratched her nails gently over his scalp as she spoke. "I'll make something for dinner quick and put some fresh bandages on when you get out."

~~~

Nothing felt as good as Nestor's arms as they wrapped around her from behind. He felt warm and smelled clean and fresh. she breathed in the comfort of him as he pressed close against her back. He wound his arms around her waist completely and rested his lips against her neck. "Smells good." mumbled into her skin, punctuating the sentence with a kiss

Chari turned her head to see him out the corner of her eye, "I said I'd help." She stared directly at the new steri-strips and bandage on his face.

He huffed out a breath meant to be a laugh, "I've been bandaging myself up for years, cereza."

With one hand she turned off the stove and with the other she patted the backs of his hand so he would loosen his grip. She turned to face him, "Coming from the guy with a missing tooth and a scar through one eyebrow." Charity chuckled, her hands moving to rest against his ribs when Nestor chuckled and immediately winced.

"Don't make me laugh." He mumbles the words against her lips. Tension leaving his body even more with the hot shower and the feel of her lips opening under his. He couldn't help but think how fucking good if felt to be there.

Reluctantly they pulled apart, Charity still held her hands at his sides, "Sit and eat," and they did though neither of them cleaned their plate.

Nestor watched her intently as she cleared their places and put the dishes in the sink. Gingerly, he slid off his stool and once again approached her from behind. His hands on her hips and his chin resting on her shoulder, "Can we go to bed?"

Chari turned in his grasp and rubbed her hands up and down his arms, eyes boring into his trying to decide if she should let him sleep after the knock he had taken to the head.

Apparently knowing exactly what she was thinking he shook his head, "Baby I'm fine, just come to bed with me." His hands moved from her hips to her ass and pulled her close. His eyes and dark and tired as they bounced from her lips to her eyes and back.

"Nestor..." She sighed even as his lips pressed against hers. "You're hurt." She mumbled into his kiss.

He finished kissing her before he responded, "But I'm not dead." He attempted a smirk but it was a weak attempt.

In silence they kissed softly, looked into each others eyes, and Chari eventually relaxed into it seeing clearly in those eyes what he was thinking. In turn she knew he could see into her thoughts as well.

Silently, in what felt like slow motion, she took his hand and led him to the bedroom where she gently nudged him to sit on the bed. Chari stepped into the space between his legs and hummed as his hands wrapped around the back of her thighs. Her own hands she worked into the mess of his still damp hair and began to massage his scalp with slow, gentle fingertips.

Almost immediately he leaned his forehead against her torso and wrapped his arms around her thighs completely.

"Does that feel okay?"

"Mhmm"

After a few more strokes she spoke again, "Lay down."

It took him a minute to sit up straight but he did and he complied, carefully stretching out in the middle of the bed, eyes immediately slipping closed until he felt Charis hand on his thigh and her lips pressed against a bruise on his chest. He watched as her lips brushed over every scrape and bruise on his chest, sides and torso until her hand moved to cup him over his sweatpants. He sucked in a breath and released it slowly as her hand stroked up and down and her lips kissed over his stomach and his hip bones.

She stilled long enough to look up at him and lock eyes. One of their silent conversations that had now become such a huge part of their relationship. They can see it all in each others eyes; their fear at almost losing each other that day, the trust required for him to willingly show this vulnerability, the tenuous joy at the fact they are here together at the end of it all

With one hand Nestor tugged her back up to him and wasted no time in kissing her. Against her lips he asked, "What're you doin' cereza?"

Chari kissed him again, but let her hand slip inside the waistband of his sweats and took him in her hand. With a smirk, much closer to her normal, mischievous smile than he had seen all day, she murmured back to him, "Taking care of you." Then she kissed her way back down his bare chest and stomach until she was back where she had started.

Nestor's eyes rolled back in his head, all of his pain forgotten, the only thing he could feel was Charity's lips and her fingers tangled with his.

~~~

As the world around them seemed to become more and more unstable Charity did her best not to let it shake her. Nestor was her main... her only.... source of stability. As Emily and Miguel drifted apart, after Ditas death, after the border shut down, everything around them wavered. Everything except for the two of them it felt like.

Then one day Nestor showed up, middle of the afternoon, eyes glazed and obviously shaken.

"Nestor," Charity started before she saw the way he closed the door behind him and approached her like a man on a mission. "Nestor, what's wrong?"

He came up beside her and took hold of her elbow. "Where is Emily? Cristobal?"

"There upstairs. Why? Nestor, tell me what's wrong?" Before she could even finish her question Nestor was leading her across the big empty house and into one of the guest rooms, pulling the door closed behind them. "Nestor, what the fuck is going on?" She grabbed a fistful of the shirt at his side and gave a tug, "You're making me nervous."

He kept his hand around her arm, holding but not hard. "Was everything here okay today?"

"Yes, I mean... normal. Why? Nestor, what happened?" Charity hadn't seen Nestor this way the entire time she had known him. He wan't frightened but... something had him concerned, off balance.

"Paco." His eyes locked on hers, tinted by the yellow sunglasses he had not taken off, "Chari, Paco is dead."

Her heart skipped a beat. Caught off guard. "What? What happened."

"Chari... just promise me you will be careful and let me know if anything happens. Anything." His eyes drilled into hers, making sure she understood he was serious.

"Nestor, please tell me what happened."

He finally pulled his eyes from hers to glance out the window and then at the closed door behind them. "Miguel killed him." He paused, tightening his hold on her at the shock on her face as if to hold her steady. "He shot him."

"Jesus Christ..." She swayed on her feet but Nestor held firm. "Nestor what the fuck is happening?"

He licked his lips and looked to the floor, "I don't know. I don't know but... mi amor, promise me you will be careful. That you'll let me know if anything happens. Promise me."

Heart still racing and head spinning Chari nodded, "I promise."

~~~

Nestor had stopped at his apartment for the first time all week to grab some clothes and take a shower before heading to Charity's. He was hardly ever here anymore and so when he heard knocking on his front door he was surprised. He had pulled on a pair of shorts, answered the door and lied to Mikey's face.

He hadn't really thought about it, just done it, but done it in a way that had protected the wrong people.

As soon as the door had shut behind Miguel Nestor got dressed, grabbed the bag he had been packing, his phone and keys. He dialed Charity's number as he jogged down the stairs.

"Hey."

"Where are you?"

"Home. Why?"

"Are you alone?"

"Por supuesto! Por que? What's wrong?" Charity was immediately on edge.

Nestor thew his bag in the passenger seat of his SUV and climbed in, "Baby, listen to me. Don't do anything until I get there okay." He turned over the ignition and pulled out of the parking lot without buckling his seat belt. "Don't answer your phone, your door nothing okay. Escuchame mami, nadie mas que yo, entiendes?"

"SI, yo entiendo, pero... Nestor you're scaring the shit out of me. What's going on?"

"I'm on way over now, I'll be there soon."

~~~

"Nestor, you can not go out there with him! Not now."

"Babe, I've already lied to Mikey. I have to see this through now." Nestor put his now empty coffee mug in the sink. He'd lost track of how many cups they'd both had last night. Neither of them sleeping.

"And exactly what the fuck does that mean?" Charity stood across her small kitchen island from him, shadows under her eyes.

"I don't know what any of it means. All I know is that Mikey wants me and Marcus to meet him, and I have to go." If Charity looked tired, Nestor looked exhausted.

She circled to island to stand in front of him, grabbing the front of his shirt in both hands. "And what? I'm just supposed to go to the fucking house like i don't know any of this?" She looked up at him, still barefoot and in the shirt she had meant to sleep in. "If Miguel knows about the tire tracks, if he's calling you and Marcus, he knows, Nestor, he fucking knows, and nothing good can come from that."

Nestor took her hands in his and pulled them up around his neck, so he could wrap his arms around her waist. "I know mi cereza, I know. But, I don't have a choice. I have to go, for Marcus mi amor."

When she looked into his eyes she saw something had changed in him. She leaned into him, letting him squeeze her tight. She knew. Nestor wasn't doing this for Miguel, not because of his loyalty to him or his fear of him. He was doing it because what he had said put himself and Marcus in danger, and he was not going to let Marcus go into this alone.

Charity took a deep breath and nodded slowly, "Promise me, no matter what, you come back to me. Whatever you have to do to make that happen, I need you to do that for me."

"I promise."

~~~

"What's going to happen?" Charity sat next to Nestor in his Escalade. Her fingers tapping against the side of her cup as he drove her to the Galindo residence.

"I'm not sure. All I know is that today I'm going to ride with Marcus and make sure he can follow through with what Mikey is asking of him."

She stared out the windshield, but didn't see anything. "And if he can't?"

"If not..." He slowed down for the last stop sign before the house. He put the SUV in park and tipped her face towards his, "Then it's up to me." He looked at her intensely, "Can I have a kiss before we get to the house?"

Charity smiled weakly but leaned into him, kissing him until a car pulled up behind them and honked. "Remember what you promised me."

Nestor nodded and gave her one last quick kiss before putting the car back in drive.

~~~

Mrs. Galindo wasn't right, she hadn't been for awhile now, but today something was even more wrong.

Charity sat across from her at the table, Cristobal next to them munching away at his lunch. She watched her employers wife ignore a call only for her own to ring a moment later.

"Yes Sir." She handed the phone to Emily and waited.

"We have to go." Emily grabbed her bag and shoved away from the chair.

"What's wrong?" Charity stood.

"We need to leave, now." She grabbed her son from the table and Charity followed her out the door of the diner.

They rushed out to the SUV and Charity helped get Cristobal settled in. "Emily, tell me what's going on."

She seemed to be battling over something internally and then she locked eyes with Charity, "I need you to help me."

~~~

Nestor stared at the TV Screen, listening to the phone vibrate over and over again on the table. He and Marcus were so quiet that both of them flinched at the knocking on the front door.

Marcus stood up. Nestor moved a hand to the pistol at his back.

When the door opened to reveal Charity, Nestor jumped to his feet. Marcus stepped aside and let Charity and Nestor meet each other halfway, arms thrown around each other in the middle of the kitchen.

"I'm so fucking glad you're here!" Charity gasped into his shoulder as he picked her up and hugged her tight. "I did something stupid and had to ditch my phone and I couldn't get a hold of you so I came here. I'm so glad you're here."

Nestor set her feet back on the ground but did not let her go, "What do you mean; you did something? Charity, what did you do?"

She stepped back a little, looking from Nestor to Marcus and back, "I helped Emily get out."

"What?" Nestor ducked his head to catch her eye and Marcus stepped closer to the pair.

"What do you mean?"

Charity took a deep breath, "Miguel called, she freaked, told me what he did... I helped her get out of town. Gave her the car and let her go. I called Luis to come get me, he took me home and took a message to Miguel." She took a shaky breath, clinging to Nestor, "Miguel kept calling so I got rid of my phone and came straight here." That seemed to shake her free suddenly, "Wait. What happened with EZ?"

The men shared a look and then Marcus shook his head side to side slowly.

Then she looked at Nestor, looked at her hold on him and his hold on her. Realized the two of them were embracing in the middle of Marcus Alvarez's kitchen. She chuckled slightly, catching Nestor's eye, "He definitely knows now huh?"

Nestor smiled, lifted her arms to wrap around his neck and kissed her cheek before hugging her tight again, "Yeah cereza, he knows."

~~~

"What happens now?" Charity and Nestor sat on the Alvarez's back step staring at few stars visible.

Nestor shook his head, resting his chin on her shoulder where she sat in front of him, "I don't know. I didn't really think further than not shooting Marcus."

She snorted, "I mean, that was a good decision and I'm proud of you, but now what?"

Before Nestor could answer, the back door opened and Marcus appeared. "Sorry to interrupt, but I was hoping to have a word with Nestor quick."

Charity stood, "No worries." She leaned down and braced her hands on Nestor's thighs as she gave him a soft kiss. "i'll go inside and help Izzy." She gave him another kiss and climbed the stairs. Nestor's fingers holding onto hers until the last moment.

Marcus lowered himself, slow and carefully, down onto the step next to the younger man. "What happened today..."

When Nestor opened his moth to explain himself Marcus shook his head, "All I want to say is I'm proud of you Hermano. I know that wasn't an easy decision. We haven't had many easy ones lately, but I hope you know I mean it when I say you're a good man." He chuckled darkly, "Not just because I'm still alive, but because you made your own decision."

Nodding, Nestor clasped his hands together in front of him, elbows braced on his knees. "I should feel bad..." He couldn't look Marcus in the eye. "I betrayed Mikey but I... I can't feel it. All I can think of is something Charity said to me awhile ago."

Marcus nodded now, "And what was that?"

"She said my loyalty was one of her favorite things about me, but that Mikey... Miguel didn't deserve it." Nestor stared at his boots and Marcus waited patiently. "That's been playing on a loop in my head all day."

"She's a good woman."

Nestor smiled. Nodded.

"Men like us need women like that. Strong enough to take us down a peg or two when we need it. Smart enough to call us on our shit. Tough enough to wear down our sharp edges. Soft and sexy enough to trick us into falling in love." He laughed and Nestor smiled a little wider, ducking his head bashfully.

"I don't know what happens next, but what I do know is this." He stood up and offered his hand to Nestor. "You have Charity, and you have us." Nestor took his hand and stood up. "La famila, verdad? Whatever happens, we're in it together."

Nestor didn't know what to say but Marcus seemed not to mind. He pulled the younger man into a firm hug and then nodded to the door.

They walked into the kitchen together and Marcus walked straight to his wife, wrapping his arms around her from behind while she stirred something on the stove, kissing her on the neck, the two of them laughing together.

"They're cute huh?" Charity walked up to him, wiping her hands on a kitchen towel. "Gives us a little hope." She stepped in front of him, smiling when he accepted her easily with a strong arm around her waist, pecking her lips as she leaned against him.

Nestor wondered if she knew how he was feeling, what he was thinking, how his internal compass had been spinning wildly all day until he had her in his arms again. He never would have thought the day would come that he would turn his back on Mikey, Miguel he reminded himself, but he also never thought the day would come that he would be standing in a kitchen with a woman he loved in his arms, kids running around the house and friends... no, family getting ready to sit down to dinner together.

He pulled her closer and kissed her temple, reveling in the warmth of her hand on his chest, "This is better than I could expect, better than I deserve." He glanced at Marcus and Izzy again, daring to hope like Charity had said.

"No." Her voice was soft but firm, "This is exactly what we deserve."

~~~

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A/N: Written for a close friend of mine. Ilysm. & it’s under a cut because it’s pretty long.

Honestly, Nestor would initially be very apprehensive dating someone who isn’t really in the same industry as he is

Which would be none other than an internationally-respected, highly-organized crime syndicate aka the Galindo cartel industry, of course

He would be very hesitant to get too deeply involved or form any sort of emotional connection at first

He hasn’t had much time nor any real interest in the dating scene, but if he had to guess, most girls wouldn't really like being told they're having dinner with the head of security for a cartel leader

So he would probably just say he was a military man at first and leave it at that

He feels bad lying to you, but... Technically, it isn’t really a lie, because he was in the Navy for some time, so...

He would look at it as being the good ol’ “what you don’t know yet can’t hurt you” type of things

Nestor would be slow to let you in, and it would take a little bit of time for him to open up about stuff in his life, especially his work

But once things got very serious, like once you’ve moved in with him and you’ve been going steady for a while, he’d slowly start to let up on it until it’s out in the open

And he’s in total shock and utter disbelief when you tell him that you don't care what he does, because you love him no matter what and nothing could ever change that

That’s when he very first realizes what an absolute keeper and how big of a blessing you really are to him��

Either way, he would definitely try to keep you away from that side of him as much as he could

But that’s not because he thinks you're too weak and can’t handle it or that he doesn’t trust you or anything like that, really, it’s nothing bad

Nestor just doesn’t want you to see that side of him or get involved with that part of his life for fear of people using you as a way to get to him (& by extension, Miguel), or put you in harm’s way

He knows it’s selfish, but he just can’t risk losing you once he’s finally found you (and he’s convinced that it’s just his luck that he would)

If you’re particularly persistent, though, he would slowly let you know more and more until you deem it a satisfying amount

It takes him a little while to adjust to having such a normal, civilian life, but he loves it so freaking much

And, to be fair, it’s weird for you too and definitely takes a little adjusting

Opening the kitchen drawer to look for remote batteries and finding a pistol or seeing the giant knife and baseball bat by his side of the bed (which is closest to the door, of course) wasn’t exactly something you were used to, but it’s fine

He’s a completely different person when he’s at home with you

Much more relaxed than he usually is, less stressed and anxious, more open and calmer, a tiny bit goofy and very sweet, maybe even a little soft

When he’s with you, he can just push his work to the side and just be himself and in his element, and he loves it

You’d give him a nickname, something cute and simple, like Ness, and it only makes him fall for you even more because no one’s ever given him an actual nickname before

He loves having that simple luxury of just laying on the couch with you and being lazy, letting Netflix play in the background as the two of you talk about your day and lazily make out before getting up and cooking dinner together

His favorite is when you let him do the cooking and you just sit on the kitchen counter and talk shit while sipping on a glass of wine (or something harder, he doesn’t judge, and he’s actually probably drinking the same thing)

He also loves when you put your glass down and come up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist, laying your head against his shoulder, stealing little kisses while you watch him

It might be surprising, but he loves to cook, actually, it helps him relax and makes him feel much more productive at home

Nestor loves touching you, just having you close to him, whether it’s curling up together in bed at night or just having his hand on your thigh when you’re in the car, or his head against your chest while you read to him

Puts him to sleep almost instantly, and he kinda hates it, but he also loves it

He loves casually calling you his Mrs. Oceteva, and you like hearing him call you that, but either of you really know if the other is serious or not, but that’s okay

After about a year of dating, he’d make the decision to introduce you to Miguel, and then to Emily

Miguel had heard him on the phone with you and seen the cute little texts pop up on his phone before, but left it alone and didn't push to find out who you were

You’d have a very simple contact name that wouldn't give much away, but still, he knew that a female name in his phone was probably something more than platonic

He figured that Nestor would tell him in his own time, and he was correct, so it wasn’t some huge shock or anything when he admitted that he’s had a partner this whole time and now he wants them to meet you

He would be very nervous about that, too, because that’s bringing you a step closer into the darkness, but ultimately Miguel is his best friend and virtually a brother to him, so he’s not too worried

He just doesn't want you to be linked back to the cartel in any way, for your own personal safety

After a couple casual dinners and stuff together, he’s (pleasantly) surprised to realize that you’ve all taken a liking to each other

And Emily likes you, even if it takes some time for you to warm up to her, and Miguel thinks you're very kind and a good person for Nestor to have in his life

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