An Assassin's Love

Summary: Set during the movie (after 'The Losers' are presumed dead and when they are living in Bolivia). Carlos 'Cougar' Alvarez becomes 'acquainted' with a bar owner who isn't who she says she is.

Disclaimer: I don't own The Losers or anything having to do with it. I own my made-up characters though - I don't own their face / body if I use someone else to portray them, of course.
(Calista Castillo is portrayed by Adriana Lima, Leala Sanchez is portrayed by Masiela Lusha, Ivan Ruiz is portrayed by Luis Armand Garcia, Salma Ruiz is portrayed by Constance Marie)

Author's Note: Yay, chapter seven! (: Read and review, please.
Special Note: Jensen's Petunia, thank you for the lovely review (: And here is the chapter with real names.

Updated on January 9th


VII. Real Names and First Kiss

"Do you believe in true love, Gaby?" Leala's question made me choke on my coffee. That was the first time somebody had ever asked me that, and I sure as hell didn't know the answer. I have loved people (my mother and father had my unconditional love, little Gabriella Cortez had my mother-like love, and I had a different kind of love for Tony—but I know I wasn't in love with him).

"Honestly, no." I responded before taking a bite out of my croissant. We had gone around the corner to a small café to have breakfast, just Leala and I. One week had passed since Cougar and I watched Jensen and Leala dance.

"Why not, senorita?" I looked up to see Cougar standing there with Jensen. Must they always show up randomly. I thought to myself as I slid over in the booth to accommodate Cougar, while Leala did the same for Jensen.

"There's no such thing as a happy ending." I clenched my coffee cup a little tighter, and I'm sure Cougar was the only one who noticed.

"All this pessimism is making me thirsty…waitress!" Leala elbowed Jensen in the ribs, and made a gesture to get up. He did what she asked, and then they were both looking at Cougar and I.

"We'll see you two later." Leala winked before dragging Jensen out of the café. Leala was determined to get me alone with Cougar every chance she could.

"Were you raised to believe that?" Cougar asked as he watched me intensely.

"I guess you could say that." I grunted with an eye roll and a shrug.

"You shouldn't be so negative, senorita." Cougar said as he took his cowboy hat off and sat it on the table. It was the first time he had ever removed it in front of me—did it mean something? "You can talk to me anytime you want too." Ah, of course it meant something. It was like a silent trust bond. I nodded and watched him from the corner of my eye. The way he didn't flinch at the glare, and how relaxed his facial features were. "How about we begin with real names?" He suggested, and I momentarily hesitated.

"Calista." It had been so long since I said my real name aloud; it almost sounded foreign.

"Carlos." He extended his hand in my direction with a charming smile. Was he serious? I just confirmed that I had been lying, and he's playing nice…what the hell?

"If you knew I was lying, why didn't you kill me?" I asked as I shook his hand. It was odd how he was quiet around others, but he actually held a conversation when he was with me.

"I liked you, Calista, and I still do." A smirk was on his lips for a second before fading. "The scars?" He cocked an eyebrow as his eyes flashed down to my exposed collarbone, and then my legs. On my collarbone was a scar about an inch long from a knife fight with Theo, and the scars on my legs were too many to explain—scars left from bullets, knives, burns…the list goes on, but they were all from The Executioner.

"It was part of the job." That pretty much said it all; he knew I wasn't going to go into great detail about my 'job' until I was ready, and it looked like he was okay with that. "I know your military, or ex-military…are you here because you got burned?" I figured I'd be able to ask one question, and get a partial answer (just like how I'd done for him; it would be a yes or no answer, not any explanation). His response was a nod, and I felt a wave of relief wash over me. I had become increasingly paranoid, but with that cleared up, there was no reason to be paranoid anymore. "Don't tell your friends I've been lying. It won't go over smoothly, I promise you that." I sighed as I fingered the coffee mug's handle. I knew that for a fact; I had a brief run in with Roque in the alley, and he made sure that I knew that he knew I had 'secrets' that he could get out of me with his knife.

"Of course, senorita." He smiled and put on his hat before standing up and offering his hand; I took it.

Eight Hours Later…

I passed a drink to one of my regular patrons, who grinned and rose the bottle with a mouthed 'thanks'. I nodded and headed over to a few new guys to take their order. "¿Qué le puedo conseguir tres esta noche?" (What can I get you three tonight?) One was American, and the other two were Spanish. The American looked like a reporter, and a stupid one at that.

"Me casa, su casa!" He hiccupped; what an idiot, he can't even speak proper Spanish. I thought with an eye roll before preparing to walk away. He grabbed my backside and attempted to pull me back to him. Before I had the chance to turn around and hurt him, Cougar was on top of him, beating the living shit out of him. Cougar only ended up with a bloody nose thanks to the guys flailing limbs.

"You really are a cougar." I giggled as I held a rag underneath his nose. He was leaning against the sink, and apparently, he didn't mind me taking 'care' of him. I brushed his hair behind his ears with my unoccupied hand, and it must've been a sensual gesture because the next thing I knew, I was pinned against the wall. Cougar's lips hovered over mine, and I could smell his scent—it was strong and spicy, but it definitely suited him. He captured my lips with his, and my hands ran up his shirt to the back of his head where they locked in his hair. He kept one hand on my hip, and the other on my cheek. Well, the man is a damn good kisser.


Yay, it's up. It's a little longer than the last two? But not as long as I hoped it would be—but I'm satisfied, and I hope the readers are too! Chapter eight will be up soon, and if I can manage, maybe today (: I'm currently working on the Jensen / OC story, and debating on whether it should have a similar set-up to the first chapter in this one. But I don't know. Anyways, review, please (: