You were Dutch's child. His pride and joy. Javier couldn't pursue you — no way in hell. Dutch would absolutely have his ass. But, that didn't mean he couldn't admire you from afar.

He would love you from afar.

A sigh escaped the man while he watched you laugh and joke with a small group of the other gang members. The light from the campfire illuminated your face, casting a beautiful orange glow across your cheeks. He wished he could reach out and just hold you. His gloved fingers fidgeted with the strings of his guitar while he silently stared at you. "Ay, mi vida." he mumbled to himself, forcing himself to look away from you, wearing a disappointed expression.