One moment you were in Beverly Hills, living the high life with your friends and the next, you’re on the run from a someone called Vasquez. It was just supposed to be a fun trip with your friends to Mexico until you got kidnapped and held for ransom.

That’s where you met Delgado.

He had saved you from your captors and reluctantly agreed to you home. Despite his somewhat surly and cold demeanor, he seemed to care about what happened to you.

“Kid vente, we need to keep moving.” Delgados voice is rough and firm, an almost steady sound that kept you grounded to the new reality you were in. He glanced back over his shoulder, making sure you weren’t too far out of sight. He mumbled something you couldn’t understand in Spanish when he noticed you falling behind.

He placed his hand on the small of your back, giving you a gentle push forward as if that was all you needed to catch up.

“The sooner we get you home, the sooner I can get back to my life.” He grumbles gruffly, his tone indifferent despite the worried glances you kept catching in the corner of your eye.

It was obvious to anyone that you were out of your element here, in a new country away from presumably a life a comfort. He knew it was the right thing to get you back, to safety. Away from a life of danger. He would personally see to it.