Finding Forgiveness

“I spend half my time killing his enemies. He has acquired a lot over his time in this business and isn’t strong enough to fight them alone,” he replied leaning back and putting his feet on the table again.

“Would you not rather spend your money on a house? This warehouse isn’t particularly cosy and home-like,” I replied looking at the grey correlated ceiling, cobwebs and stacks of boxes.

“I have a house and we were going to spend the night in there but then you used my 60 cents to call your Alpha so…” he said shrugging his shoulders. “You would have loved the hot tub. I can imagine it now. You in a bikini… no forget the bikini… just you and me. Oh, how you would have moaned. I live alone, miles from another house. We could have had amazing sex and been as loud as we liked. I bet you don’t get to do that with your eight kids. To scream with pleasure. Embrace the sensation. It could have been the best experience of your life but no… you went and blew it for us both.”

I shuddered, officially grossed out.

“That would never have happened,” I snapped. “I have a mate and I hate you.”

“Well true… maybe it wouldn’t have been consensual but pleasure is pleasure, sweetheart. I could pin you against these hard metal walls and pound you for ten minutes straight but you’d still orgasm.”

Again, gross.

“You have high opinions of yourself,” I replied. “And are you accustomed to the word ‘rape’?”

“You may not have realised it yet but I am not a good man, Blanca,” he said. “I’ll do what I want regardless of anything else.”

“Why?” I asked.

He looked confused, “What do you mean why?”

“How can you just do things without even thinking about how it affects others?’

“Because I don’t give a shit about anyone else unless a, they are useful to me or they have some kind of value. Not caring makes life so much easier, Blanca. You should try it sometimes. Look at what mess your feelings have got you into,” he said looking around at the warehouse.

His lips then slowly curled into a smile and I snapped my eyes away from him, refusing to give him the satisfaction of my attention.

A few seconds later, the door to the warehouse opened. “Ah yes,” Andrea said. “I will find that for you now.” “I thought she was your little errand girl?” he asked looking at the bruises on my face and then the ropes around my wrists.

“She was,” Andrea replied. “But then she decided to be a bitch and lie to me.” I looked up at him, confused as to why he was showing so much interest and also because I was yet to figure out how I recognised him.

“About who she really is,” Andrea told him.

“And that would be?”

“Alpha Loren’s Luna,” Andrea said. “In fact, just watch her while I get the money,” Andrea said. “I can’t risk her slipping out of my grasp.” “So he found out,” he said after a few seconds of silence.

“Yeh…” I replied.

“Suprised he hasn’t killed you yet.”

I let out a stifled laugh, “He’s having too much fun.”

“As evil as ever I see,” he replied. “You’ve really got yourself in a situation, haven’t you?”

“If my mate brings 800 thousand dollars in cash to Hermosillo by 2 o clock tomorrow afternoon, he’ll let me go.”

“Do you think he can?” he asked.

I looked up, expecting a sadistic expression or at the least bit amused by my misery but instead, he seemed genuinely concerned. For a split second anyway, before he blinked and switched back to the same stony look he had had in my? previous encounter with him.

I shrugged, “He certainly has 800 thousand dollars but since this is 2019, he doesn’t store it in cash and even if he did, it would still be 2000 miles away. So I don’t know. I’m not getting my hopes up.”

“Well I wish you the best of luck,” he said with a nod before the warehouse returned to silence.

“Since I’m going to die, you might as well tell me how I recognise you and how you knew my name,” I said a few moments later.

The longer I stared at his familiar face, the more my curiosity ate me up inside.NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

“I knew your father,” he said. “As you know, he was a drug addict. I was his dealer and over the years we became good friends. When your mate tried to kill him and he had to disappear, he made me promise to watch over his family. Obviously, I didn’t do a very good job because his mate ended up living a destitute rogue, one child is dead and the other is screwing and has eight children with the very man that tried to kill him.”

Just like finally remembering what that important thing you went upstairs to do after ten minutes of racking your brain, the memories flooded back to me in all the satisfying glory. It may have been years ago, but I can picture him visiting my Dad in our home when I was little and I believe he may have even babysat Connor and I a couple of times whilst our parents were out. He stood out like a saw thumb with his thick accent and Hispanic appearance. How could I forget him? “Yes well, I used my more white middle name when I was living and dealing in the US. Your country is super racist by the way,” he replied.

“If you made a promise to my Dad, why aren’t you keeping it?” I asked.

“I gave up long ago trying to help a family so resolute on self-destruct. And when I made that promise, you were a kid. I’m not going to suddenly start risking my life and job for you now. You aren’t my responsibility and I have no interest in helping you.”

“You know,” I began. “Andrea just told me that he’s planning on buying fertile lands in the South to grow his own wolfbanes. He says you come with too much baggage. If you ask me, that sounds like you’re gonna lose them both anyway.” “He said that?”

I nodded.

“But if you helped me, I can ensure you that you are rewarded so well that it doesn’t matter.” “All you have to do is find my mate and tell him where I am and he will do the rest,” I whispered seconds before Andrea reappeared.