Disclaimer.- All characters bla bla bla belong to Ryan Murphy and Co. unless state otherwise. Situations, plots, characters developments and other variantions are an ensemble of not only my mind but things i have seen, heard, experiment etc., in simple words is mix of everything.

A/N.- This is a Mafia fic also a G!P (as in girl peen) it seems like a good idea to do something like this (sex, death and craziness combine). Let´s see how it goes.

A/N 2.- ok, just wow. I'm kinda speechless about the amount of interest this thing got. I appreciate all the reviews and alerts i got so ill tell you how this story is going to develop. There are two parts divided in 12 chapters. The first part is Rachel recounting everything until the morning they caught her, going between flashbacks and the interrogation. The second part is Rachel´s rescue and ultimately Hudson´s fall.

A/N 3.- The title for this chapter is a beatiful song called "Nada personal" (nothing personal) by Armando Manzanero and Lisset that to my p.o.v. express perfectly this chapter. The prologue was inspired by "el arte del engaño" (the art of deception) by Cartel de Santa if anyone is interested on it. ok so hold on tight, enjoy the ride and lets see how this one goes.


CHAPTER 1

NOTHING PERSONAL

"You don't make up for your sins in church. You do it in the streets. You do it at home. The rest is bullshit and you know it." (Mean Streets)

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Quinn was the perfect poster girl. She had everything she wanted and that made her to Santana's eyes unreachable. Blonde, blue eyes, cheerleader and with that perfect rise of her brow that made Santana take care of herself almost daily.

Quinn if Santana need just an adjective to describe her it would be purity. She was the most pure thing in Santana's life, since the day when she show up at her door and ask her very politely if she wanted to play with her. The brown girl in the white neighborhood.

She didn't even make a fuss when Santana showed her just how different they were. From early on Quinn let the world know that the only thing she shared with her parents was the last name.

Quinn the Christian girl that rolled her eyes constantly at Santana but never asked her to change in any way, not even after she found her deep inside her cousin Charlie.

The girl who likes to read Tolstoi and Green, who dreams of far away castles and wears nothing but sundresses.

When they turn 16 and Quinn said the words Santana never expected to hear her say until marriage, she knew she had to do something about it.

"I'm pregnant"

"Really Q that's not a way to get my attention"

"I.."

Santana saw it then. The hitch on her breath, the redness of her eyes, the unmistakable air of surrender "you are not kidding" Quinn bite her lip and shook her head "your parents did they.."

"I don't know what to do Santana" she says enveloping Santana in a hug letting her soul pour out. Santana barely returns it not having the heart to tell her that she doesn't know either.

"I was so stupid, I wish it was you"

Santana shakes her head feeling a lump forming in her throat "Quinn"

"I'm serious, you're my best friend" Quinn shifted in her arms "You would've taken care of me, make me feel loved, you would've care"

Well shit that just makes Santana want to kill the bastard who do this to her a little more "you are not gay remember"

"I just. I wish.."

She hugs her more tightly "I know baby I know"

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It takes Santana a week to figure it out. The drive takes half an hour. She always went once a month to visit her abuela.

Lima Heights Adjacent wasn't that bad the people who lived in it though they were a different story.

She took a big breath, what she was about to do was necessary to reestablish the purity of Quinn, this time two wrongs will have to make this mess right.

"Come on chiquilla, finally remembering the poor" her tio yelled from the porch.

She got out the car "You are not poor tio" she answered back.

"But I live in the wrong side of town"

"I need a favor"

He smiled at her "De que tipo?"

"Money"

"And here I thought mi hermano was rich"

"He is but.."

"Puta madre please tell me que no embarazaste a alguien" She doesn't looked him in the eyes "Santana Maria Lopez"

"I didn't" she defends.

He let a sigh of relief "White friend?"

"Yeah"

"Not your problem"

"Tio"

"What? It's not" he shrugged "if the bitch was stupid enough to get pregnant it's not your goddam problem"

"She's my friend tio and don't call her a bitch, it was an accident"

He rolled his eyes "fine but it's not free"

"Wherever it is, I will do it"

"You don't even know what…"

"tio, I know everything that goes in here, abuela me lo cuenta"

He chuckled at her words "Ramirez owns me some money think you can handle him"

"Just give me the address"

That day Ramirez cries like a little bitch, even when he's twice her size in less than 15 he's on his knees begging for mercy. When Santana goes back, her tio is so proud of her they end it up drinking the money and making a party.

She wakes up the next day with a terrible hangover and naked with two girls beside her. The first thing she does is check if she wore protection.

Abuela makes her breakfast, complaints about the noise they made last night and gives her some clothes. She goes back with the promise of being back next weekend and an envelope with ten grand in it.

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Quinn feels hands covering her eyes and smiles "Santana"

"I got something for you Q" she carefully puts the envelope on her legs.

"What's this?" Quinn passes her hands through it.

"Your free ticket"

"I don't know what to say"

"Just take it"

She opens it and sees nothing but dollars bills. She wants to cry because she knows exactly what this means. She realizes what Santana expects from her and suddenly she's terrified about the prospect of doing it.

She knows the consequences of denying Santana´s money. Quinn´s mouth is dry, she keeps licking her lips trying to find her voice to say it "I want to have the baby" a barely audible whisper.

"What?"

"I say…."

Santana bolts from her "I went through hell for that money and you suddenly…"

A beat "I didn't ask you to"

Santana looks at her, not recognizing this woman in front of her. Puta madre she almost killed a man for her "Are you shitting me?"

"Santana" Quinn reaches for her hand "calm down"

"Fuck you Quinn" Santana feels her anger rise "you know what. Fuck all of this, tio was right not my fucking problem. This is what I get for trying to be a nice person. If only I had known it only takes to be a douche to get in your skirt I.."

She slaps her hard. Anger fills two bodies now. Hurt, regret, emotions come and go through two sets of eyes that can't stop staring each other.

Santana falters first "I will take responsibility. I'll say its mine I don't care if you parents hate me shit I don't care if MY parents hate me…"

"I can't do that to you Santana you're my best friend"

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He's hanging at the porch as usual. Black wife beater and blue jeans so the blood won't be that obvious "Back already?"

"I like Lima Heights"

"Claro que si," he hugs her "come on mama wants to see you"

They ate in silence just the sounds of silver wear and the tv filling the room.

She washes the dishes and waits for her abuela to sit in front of the tv to see her novelas far from them before she says it.

"Tio I want in"

"Ok"

"That's it; I thought you would fight me for it"

"Last week you showed me you got what it takes. Tu primo David he's a pussy. Fucking cries everytime I yell. But you, you got Ramirez begging for his life" he scratches his head "im still trying to figure that out. You didn't move a finger ni siquiera tenias arma".

"I was pretty good" She says with a toothy grin.

"You are" his voice filled with pride

She shrugged "I just showed him my dick"

He laughs hard hitting the table with his hand "You are a Lopez I would be worried if you weren't at least a seven"

"So, when I start?"

"I just want you know the far you go with this the harder to pull out. If you really want to do this I want you with me I want you to be my next, so just think about it a little".

Here's a new start, a new beginning and Santana knows it. Here in Heights Adjacent with her abuela and tio. Two people who don't ask questions and will never judge. No matter where she ends up they still going to love her. The only expectation for her is to keep living and nothing more.

"There's nothing to think about"

He nodded "What about tu papa. You know mama will hate me if I take you from him without his consent"

"I stop being su hija the moment he knew I was here with you".

"Good thing you don't need him anymore then. Me, your abuela and the rest of the gang we are your family from now on"


Puckerman dropped his pen "You are telling me that Jonathan Lopez was the leader of M13"

Rachel gave him a big smile "M13 got recognition after Santana, tio Jonny was retired by the time M13 got the headlines"

Finn outlined the pages of the documents "That's what we never caught her in the beginning. We thought Satan was someone else"

"How old was she?"

"Seventeen"

"well shit"

"and the other one?" Finn asked.

"who?"

"Quinn" Finn says. There's something about her name that makes Finn kind of remember something.

"She lives in the coast now. Santana still pays for everything they need"

"got dangerous in here for them?"

"I heard Quinn´s kid call Santana babbo. I was pregnant and hormonal so i make her chose"

Finn smirked "kitty has claws"

"touche"


Info.- Santana is mexican. Quinn and Rachel half italian also babbo means dad in italian.

Next chapter on Saturday drop a line in the meantime if you want.