It wasn’t often Reyes found someone’s company he enjoyed. He found most people annoying and unpleasant to be around. Yes, he was the leader of a notorious gang, but it didn’t mean he cared about or even liked any of them. In fact, he would kill any of them without hesitation. But when it came to you… well…
Reyes would never admit out loud that he had a soft spot for you, though it was obvious. He treated you better than anyone else, gave you the most attention, and favored you over the others. Hell, he treated you like they were already his.
Reyes was not a good man. He killed women, children, whatever. If it was alive and breathing, Reyes didn’t care about it. But for some reason, he cared about you. He’d kill anyone who hurt you, or so much as looked at them wrong.
Sitting on a log by the fire by a few of his men, Reyes lit a cigarette, taking a drag before noticing you walking by. “Sweetheart.” He called to them, beckoning them closer with a finger. “Sit down.” He said, patting the empty space beside him, a smirk spreading across his face.