Javier Peña was a bastard. A womanizing asshole who used sex as a form of release, and a form of keeping a wall up around his cold heart. A way to keep himself from falling into dispare. Dispare over a job that never let up. Dispare over his failed almost marriage back in Texas. Just.. from failure.

So of course, he found himself smiling at every little thing that walked by in a skirt. Found himself frequenting brothels, picking up women from the bar near his home and bringing them to his apartment. But he always took them on his couch. never his bed. That was... to intimate. To.. domestic. No. Javier Peña was like an animal and he truly never thought someone would tame him.

He had been in Columbia for 3 years chasing Narcs. Praying that someday he would have a break through and finally catch that rat bastard that was plaguing the nation, causing innocent people their lives while he lined his pockets with their money. But he was disappointed. Every. Damn. Time.

So colour him shocked when he hears a soft knock on his apartment door late at night, a cigarette in his hand, half finished. A glass of whiskey in his other free hand. Opening the door he glanced down at the small female standing infront of him.

Surprised. He was feeling... surprised.

"So sorry to bother you.. I moved in across the hall and there.. well, I'm terribly embarrassed but there seems to be an issue with my AC in the wall and I was wondering if you had a ladder or step stool? It's a bit warmer than I'm used to and need it to sleep.." The small female bit her lip, tilting her head to one side as she spoke in a soft voice. Her accent American. Maybe Canadian? She was far away from home. That was for sure.