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Why even after all those years it still felt like watching an art piece every time he looked at him?
—¿Qué miras? [What are you watching?] —Soap asked with a really bad Spanish.
—A Rudy…míralo [Rudy, look at him] —Alejandro pointed Rudy with his head, unable to put his eyes off him— mataría por él, moriría por él. [I would kill for him, I would die for him]
Said without bothering speaking on English even if the Scottish man looked confused at him while trying to traduce the words on his head. But he wasn’t important, the real matter was Rodolfo just a few steps away from him coordinating some stuff with Mexican special forces’s soldiers.
Alejandro didn’t lie neither exaggerated when he said he would kill and die for Rudy. He loved him like have never loved before, he knew him like he have never loved before. He enjoyed that simple moment of seeing how Rudy made a grin, probably because a little problem, nothing he couldn’t fix.
Alejandro loved waking up every morning and having him close, he loved the smell on his clothes and on his side of the bed. He loved being the only one able to touch him, to kiss him.
He touched his own hand finding the golden ring hiding under the glove, he felt an inexplicable luck that exited his heart.
He was so in love that I could seem like a lie. People used to say that love died with the time, but there they where after 14 years. Alejandro still remembered the first “I love you” and even the first kiss.
He smiled when Rudy noticed him, smiling back.
—So that’s what you mean? —mumbled Soap who still aside of Alejandro trying to figure out what has the Coronel so hypnotized.
Soap understood when the two Mexican men shared a smile.
—Just for you to know, if something happens to that man, I will unleash hell.
Alejandro said, because in the mission would be dangers and because in case he lost Rudy, he believed he would die. “Today he would love him more than yesterday but least than tomorrow” was the principal phrase on his nuptial votes, and he kept it, reinforcing it’s meaning each day.
—I think I get it —Soap said, even if Alejandro ignored him in order to get close to Rodolfo who ended his chat with the vaqueros.
—All good?
—Yeah, It’s fixed now —Rodolfo answered—. Something wrong with you?
Asked for the expression in Alejandro’s face, some kind of grin that got softer after the question. It wasn’t time for worries.
—Nothing bad —he smiled, taking the chance alone to steal a kiss, receiving a laugh for answer.
—We still in the base, Ale. There is work to do.
—I know, but just one —said even if he leaned again for another kiss—. Well, maybe two.
Rudy smiled, because he felt the same inexplicable luck for every little love demonstration that his partner gave to him.
(…)
About three months passed since the mission with the 141. Things got quiet in Las Almas in consequence of the absence of El Sin Nombre. Oh…how he wish the thing still in calm, how he wish there wasn’t a storm ending everything he tried to build.
The Cartel kidnapped Rudy and suggested a simple trade.
Alejandro didn’t needed to sit and think, he didn´t needed to make plans that would get things worst. He just had to stay where he is right now, in front of the El Sin Nombre mansion with his hands in the air and just a knife, no fire weapons, no bulletproof vest just as they asked. At the end, they wanted Alejandro.
Valeria wanted revenge for the two months or more that she spend in jail, so what’s better than killing the Coronel of Los Vaqueros? Also, she knew enough to understand that kidnapping Rodolfo was enough to force Alejandro to put himself in front of her doors with any doubt to the conditions, all in exchange of Rudy’s freedom.
Alejandro had only one fear: Valeria lying, hurting Rudy or getting them both killed. So he kept his hands in the air. Of course he had all the special forces at his back with clear orders of attacking if the deal was broken, but that included dangers, a Cartel wasn´t so stupid to not have enough security to fight against an attack. So his soldiers where far enough not to be noticed.
Anyway, they seemed to go under the conditions with zero tricks.
The Coronel watched Rodolfo walking in front of Valeria who had a gun against his head to force him move. Alejandro felt his soul tremble.
—Wow, you came after all —she smiled, pressing the gun in Sergeant’s neck to push him forward.
Vargas hold Rodolfo in his arms to put him away from her even if he well knew that there was nothing much he could do.
—Ale…, don´t do this —Rudy mumbled, staying close to him—, give the order.
—No…, if I do that they would kill you.
He used the knife to free Rodolfo’s hands.
El Sin Nombre kept her eyes on them like if it was the most entertaining thing in the world.
—Come on, Vaquerito, time for your part of the deal.
—No, don’t —with his hands free Rodolfo hold Alejandro for his arms looking into his eyes, he felt like everything was his fault for letting the Cartel catch him.
Alejandro smiled like if there where no one around, like if he weren’t walking straight to death.
—I’ll be fine, Rudy —He kissed Rodolfo, because it would be the last kiss—, now run, please. They are waiting for you.
Alejandro hold Rodolfo’s hand one last time before splitting up.
He stands in front of the woman who was getting impatient.
—Nice, it’s this simple —she said with her gun up.
—¡Alejandro!
One scream, one shot, one last connection between they’re eyes meanwhile the shine in Alejandro’s eyes disappeared. He still can see Rudy walk back, he wants to tell him to run and get out there as soon as possible.
Everything goes deaf, his heart beats still and his mind focus on the fact that at least Rudy is safe. He knows Rodolfo is running to give the command to attack right away, but he also knows that there is nothing left to do.
He would die for him now and in the next life.
A second shot and everything becomes nothing.
Rodolfo freezes a couple of meters away as soon as he hears the sound. He checks his hand and find out that Alejandro leaved his ring there before surrendering.