Chapter 35 ۵ Her

ALEJANDRO'S POV

I hate you

I hate you

I hate you

I blocked out her words that echoed in my mind, pushing the girls face into the floor, holding her down as I thrust into her from behind. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room, mingling with her pathetic moans. But even as I fuck her harder, faster, it's still not enough. It's not Yara's tight little pussy I'm stretching open. It's not Yara's perfect tits bouncing with every thrust. It's not Yara's voice begging me to fuck her harder. All I could think about was Yara. It had been two weeks since I had told her to leave. It was for the best I told myself, but was it really? I would find myself drinking away the memories of her, fucking random girls to give me a release from how turned on I'd get every time her innocent little eyes appeared in my mind. How she should be the one taking my cock, not this random slut. I grip the girls hips my fingers digging into her ass. "Take it, you fucking bitch" I growl, slamming into the girl I had on all fours in my office.

"Yes papiiii! Fuck me harder, I'm your little slut" she cries out, but it's not the sound I want. It's not Yara's sweet moans in my ears. I pull out abruptly and flip the woman over onto her back. I want to see her face as I fuck her, even if it's not the face I really wanted to see. Even if it wasn't Yara's fiery eyes staring up at me. I grab her by the throat, squeezing hard enough to make her eyes roll back. "Just like that daddy" she groaned out, her voice breathy as I shoved my dick back inside her, fucking her with deep, hard strokes. She writhes beneath me, moaning and gasping as I pound her.

"Alejandro, oh god Al..." she moans, trying to wrap her legs around my waist. But I grab them, pushing them up and apart so I can pound into her even deeper. I grab her face, making her look at me "you don't fucking use my name, understand? Puta" her whiny moans only made me take my frustration and anger out on her more.

"Ok papi" she purred out, a smirk on her face as I continued to fuck into her pussy, my grip on her throat tightening before moving down to her tits. I twist her nipples harshly, reveling in her gasp. "Don't fucking speak again" I snarl, ramming into her mercilessly. It's not enough. I need Yara. "Fucking take it" I command, pounding into her with renewed vigour. My climax builds, but still I hold back. I won't cum until I imagine Yara's tight little cunt clenching around my cock.

"mmm más duro Al- (mmm harder Al-)" I grab her by the hair, yanking her head.

"Te dije que te callaras, puta (I thought I told you to shut the fuck up, bitch" I growled out, her voice only distracted me from the thought of Yara.

"Sorry Papi. You just feel so fucking good in....in m-my pussy" she excessively moaned out. I let go of her hair. After a few minutes I felt her shake beneath me, her cunt clenching as she screams her release. But I don't slow my pace, leading her through another orgasm before finally allowing myself to find completion. I grunt as cum deep inside her, painting her insides with my seed. I quickly pull out, zipping my trousers back up, not bothering to help the girl on my floors up. She lies there on the floor, cum leaking out of her well used cunt, biting her lip as if she wanted more, her legs still spread.

I button my shirt and straighten my tie, trying to ignore the ache in my chest, the ache caused by her.

"Get out" I tell the woman coldly, nodding towards the door.

She stands to her feet, quickly throwing on her clothes and leaving. As soon as she's gone, I pour myself a drink and collapse into my chair.

"Fuck" I mutter, downing the whiskey in one gulp. I know I should leave her alone, forget her, leave her in the past. I made her leave so why did I regret it so fucking much? I can't stop thinking about her. Can't stop wanting her. I pour another drink and lean back in my chair, letting my mind wander to the one girl who haunts my every thought. It didn't matter how many women I fucked, how much whiskey I drank, nothing filled the void she left. Yara. Her name was a curse I couldn't escape, a bitter taste that lingered on my tongue. I was the one who forced her to leave, who told her to go, but God help me, I wanted her. I wanted her so badly it burned, this gnawing hunger that clawed at my chest every night. The memory of her haunted me. The memory of her soft curves pressing against me, her plump lips, the fire in her eyes when she defied me. She was mine once, and I let her go like a fool.

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The night was blurry, the lights too bright, the music too loud. It was supposed to be a distraction, but it wasn't. It never was. I had a drink in my hand, and it burned as I swallowed. Another shot, and another, but none of it seemed to quiet the constant hum of her name in the back of my mind.

Eight months. Eight fucking months without Yara.

I should have been over her by now. I should have moved on by now. I could feel the familiar pull of the memories, her laugh, her voice, the way she'd looked at me with such uncertainty the night she walked out.

"You need to snap out of it"

The voice cut through the noise, and I turned my head, irritated. It was Rafael, looking like he always did, clean, composed, and way too calm for my liking.

"You really going to lecture me now?" I muttered, gripping my bottle tighter. He stood next to me, his eyes scanning me with that knowing look. He always had this ability to see right through me.

"You told her to leave, Alejandro. You told her to walk out of your life" Rafael continued, his tone more serious than usual. "And now you can't get her out of your head. I don't know why you're pretending like this isn't killing you" I clenched my jaw, taking another drink, trying to push him away. I didn't need to hear this from him. I didn't need anyone telling me that I fucked up.

"She was never meant for this life. I did her a fucking favour"

Rafael's face hardened. "No, you didn't. You think she's happier without you? She liked you and you fucking pushed her away because you couldn't handle the idea of being loved. She was the one thing that actually made sense in your life, and now look at you. You're just floating through it all, pretending like you're fine"

I stayed silent, unwilling to acknowledge what he was saying. Because, damn it, he was right.

"Get your shit together" Rafe added, his voice low. "If you really care about her, if you ever really did, you'll stop running from this. You'll find a way to fix it"

"Fix it?" I let out a humourless chuckle "I can't fucking fix this"

"Yes you can Alejandro, I can't see you drinking your life away"

"Don't Rafael" I snapped, slamming the empty glass onto the bar. "Just leave. I don't need your bloody sympathy"

"Suit yourself man. But if I were you I wouldn't let a girl like Yara go that easily" he gave me one last look before walking away, but his words lingered, gnawing at me like an infection I couldn't get rid of.

I left the club a few hours later, stumbling toward the car with the weight of my thoughts dragging me down. My driver barely had time to get the door open before I slid into the backseat, and I let the darkness of the night swallow me.

Her laugh. Her smile. Her eyes.

I couldn't stop seeing her.

I was a mess. A complete fucking mess.

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AUTHOR'S POV

It had been a year, and still after all these months Alejandro couldn't let her out of my mind. The regret of telling her to leave, telling her he didn't need her love hit him. All he wanted was her, back in his bed, to run his hands through her hair, to hold her in his arms. She weakened him in ways he couldn't explain, and he couldn't stop himself from wanting her back, even if he didn't deserve her.

His mind had always been sharp, calculating. Every move, every decision, precise and deliberate. The past year, though, had been a blur of distractions he wasn't able to work properly with Yara taking over his mind.

He had buried himself in business, trying to keep his mind off everything that wasn't under his control. But now, with Edwardo's whereabouts finally within reach, there was no more room for hesitation. He stood in the dimly lit parking lot with his men, his thoughts locked on Edwardo. He couldn't risk thinking about her.

Edwardo had ruined his family, and Alejandro was done being patient. It was time to end this.

"Todo el mundo conoce sus posiciones (Everyone knows their positions)" Alejandro muttered to his men as they piled into black SUVs, the sound of engines roaring to life, filling the air. They were ready. The intel had led them here, to this large, abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city.

The drive was silent, tense, each of them knowing that this was the final stage of the hunt. No one dared to speak. Alejandro's mind was focused on one thing, getting answers, getting the revenge he was seeking for years. Edwardo killed his brother, went after his family, he wanted to end him.

They arrived at the warehouse, the place eerily quiet, with only the distant sound of crickets in the air. Alejandro gave his men quick instructions, their movements synchronized like well practiced soldiers. He pulled the silencer from his jacket pocket and attached it to his gun, the cold steel feeling natural in his hands. He didn't need to say much. His men knew what to do. They spread out around the exterior, moving quickly and quietly. Alejandro's eyes scanned the area, his senses sharp. Every corner, every shadow, every potential threat was accounted for.

With precision, Alejandro and his men took out the few guards posted around the perimeter. The silenced shots were a whisper in the air as the guards crumpled to the ground, unnoticed. The perfect cover, the perfect silence. Alejandro's pulse remained steady as they made their way inside. The warehouse was enormous, filled with crates and debris. The smell of rust and old machinery lingered in the air. They moved up through the building, clearing room by room. LHis men followed, expertly securing each level, eliminating any threat they came across.

Then they reached the top floor.

The final room.

Alejandro nodded to one of his men, and they moved silently into position. The door was partially cracked open, a faint sound coming from within. A low breath, a shuffle of footsteps. It was him.

Edwardo.

Alejandro pushed the door open, his presence immediately filling the space. Edwardo was standing there, panic in his eyes, a gun in his hand. His body stiffened as he saw Alejandro enter the room, but there was no fight left in him. He had been cornered, and he knew it. Alejandro moved in, his gun aimed but not fired. In one swift motion, he took the weapon from Edwardo's hand before he could even blink.

"You thought you could escape me, Edwardo?" Alejandro's voice was low, cold, the weight of his authority pressing down on the man who Alejandro spent years trying to track, trying to end. Edwardo's eyes flicked toward the door, his thoughts racing, but there was nowhere to run. Alejandro signaled to his men. They moved in, securing Edwardo's arms behind him, forcing him to his knees.

"I didn't want this, Alejandro" Edwardo spoke, he sounded almost unfazed as if he had already accepted he was done.

Alejandro stared down at him, unflinching. "You made your choice" The men bound Edwardo with rope, ensuring that he couldn't escape. Alejandro didn't take his eyes off him. There would be no mercy.

The room was thick with tension, the air heavy and cold as Alejandro stood over Edwardo. The man was bound, struggling weakly against his restraints. But then, something unexpected happened.

A woman emerged from under the desk, her hands trembling as she stepped into the dim light. Her face pale and drawn, eyes full of desperation.

"Please.....don't hurt him" she begged, her voice shaky, her hands up in surrender. "Please......he's my husband. Don't do this to him"

The words hit Alejandro like a sudden wave of coldness, crashing over him, pulling him back into memories he didn't want to relive. He saw Yara in her place, begging, pleading for mercy, just as she had done with his father all those months ago. He saw her face, her eyes full of fear, the tears that had stained her cheeks as she begged his father not to hurt him, not to hurt the man who had wronged her. His heart clenched, and for a moment, he was overcome with a familiar ache. The guilt, the torment, it all came rushing back in full force. He had ruined her life. He had taken everything from her. And now, standing here, facing this woman's desperate plea, he couldn't help but feel the weight of his actions.

He forced himself to focus, the coldness of his resolve taking hold once more. He couldn't let his emotions get the best of him now. Yara was gone, and there was no going back.

"Leave" he told the woman, his voice flat, void of emotion.

"Please...." She cried out on last time before one of his men dragged her out of the room. He felt nothing but emptiness as she disappeared. With her gone, the silence in the room felt suffocating. The weight of his past, the guilt of what he had done to Yara, mingled with his thirst for vengeance. But as much as he tried to push her from his mind, she lingered, always there.

He turned back to Edwardo, his hand clenched around his gun. Without a word, Alejandro grabbed Edwardo by the collar and pulled him up, lifting the man to his feet, his eyes burning with fury.

"I'm going to fucking kill you" Alejandro hissed. "You think you can come after me, my family and not face the consequences?" Alejandro's hand shot out, landing a solid punch to Edwardo's face. The blow was hard enough to knock him back to the floor, his head slamming against the concrete. He wasn't done, though. No, this was far from over.

Alejandro pressed his knee into Edwardo's chest, pinning him down and began to land blow after blow, each one fuelled by a rage that had been building inside him for months. Finally, he stopped, breathing heavily as he wiped the blood from his face. Edwardo was barely conscious, blood trickling from his split lips and nose. Alejandro reached into his jacket, pulling out his knife. The cold steel gleamed in the dim light, a cruel reminder of the pain it was about to cause. He pressed the blade to Edwardo's neck, feeling the tremors in the man's skin as he gasped for air.

"You killed my brother" Alejandro whispered, his voice low, menacing. "You fucking bastard" he seethed, the blade pressing deeper. He opened his mouth to speak, his eyes widening at the fury in Alejandro's eyes. Before he could get his words out, with a swift motion, Alejandro sliced the knife across Edwardo's neck, the blood spilling out in a gruesome spray. It was over. He had gotten the revenge he so desperately needed. Alejandro stepped back, watching as the life drained from Edwardo's body. There was no satisfaction, no victory in the moment. Just the cold, empty feeling that had become his constant companion.

With a final glance at Edwardo's lifeless body, Alejandro turned and walked away, the weight of everything still pressing down on him.

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It was Yara's birthday. Alejandro sat in his office, he took a long drag from his cigarette, the smoke swirling in the air as he stared at the empty chair across from him. He could almost imagine her sitting there, legs crossed, her gaze steady as she spoke her mind.

He had pushed her away. He'd told her to leave. Even now, he couldn't justify it. In his mind, it had been the right thing to do, he was dangerous, damaged, a man whose life was built on lies and bloodshed. He couldn't drag her into that world, couldn't let her become a part of his destruction. She deserved better. She deserved peace.

There was endless possibilities as to what she was doing on her birthday, the thought that he'd never truly know made him mad. But it was better this way, knowing would only make the regret he carried weigh heavier.

Did she move on? The thought gnawed at him. He couldn't help but wonder if she had found someone else. Maybe she was happy. Maybe she had let him go completely. He clenched his jaw, gripping the edge of his desk. The idea of her with someone else, smiling without him, hurt more than he expected. He had told himself it would be easier this way, that it would be better for both of them. But now, a year later, the ache hadn't faded.

Alejandro had been busy. His work, his empire, it was what kept him from falling apart. He had to bury his thoughts of her, to suppress them under the weight of his responsibilities. But there were nights like tonight, quiet and heavy, when he couldn't escape the pull of her memory. The night Yara left was seared into Alejandro's memory, every moment replaying in excruciating detail. She stood at the door, her eyes wild with hurt, filled with a pain. Her chest rose and fell with every shallow breath as she hesitated, as if waiting for something, anything, that would make her stay. But there was nothing. Not anymore. The look she gave him, a mixture of betrayal and heartbreak, was a silent scream he would never forget. It was as though in that single glance, she was trying to tell him everything he had destroyed.

'I hate you' were the last words she said turning away, that was it. She was gone. Alejandro couldn't bring himself to move, to chase after her, to apologise, to make her take back those words. Instead, he stood cold, trying to look unfazed by her words. He had ruined everything for her, every aspect of her life he had destroyed since the day he met her in that lecture hall, coming back to get her phone.

He couldn't help but wonder if she still thought about him? After all this time if she still thought about the few happy moments she had with him. All he wanted was to go back. To undo it all. But it was too late. He ruined everything and whilst she was probably moving on he sat still regretting his actions. He'd never be able to love anyone the way he did Yara.

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The room was heavy with silence as Alejandro sat across from his father, the man's cold gaze never leaving him. His father leaned back in his chair, fingers tapping rhythmically against the armrest, eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and contempt.

"Funny, isn't it?" his father said with a mocking smirk, his voice dripping with disdain. "The way that girl, Yara, kept you so wound around her little finger. She was always a whore, Alejandro. You were too blinded by your cock to see it. She left you" he chuckled, mockingly.

Alejandro's eyes narrowed, but his expression remained cold, controlled. He clenched his jaw, his knuckles white as he fought to keep the rage at bay. His father always knew how to push his buttons.

"She left because I told her to" Alejandro said, his voice low "Not because of some fucking bullshit you've got in your head"

His father chuckled, leaning forward slightly, his amusement growing at his son's attempt to defend her "Oh, I'm sure that's exactly what happened" he mocked, the words laced with cruel humor. "I doubt she would've wanted to stay after what happened in the basement" images of Yara crying, yelling at his father immediately flashed in his mind. Followed by images of everything else that happened in that basement, everything he had done to her. His jaw clenched tightly. The basement. The place he had brought her time and time again. A place where he had broken her, where he had tried to force her into submission, to bend her will to his. Every single moment of it, the violence, the anger, the dominance he had tried to wield over her flashed in his mind, each image more haunting than the last. Alejandro's chest tightened, the guilt clawing at him.

His father's voice brought him back to reality, cold and mocking. "Gone all quiet now? What are you thinking about? How shit you treated her? It's a good thing you told her to leave, who knows what you would've done to her if she stayed" He jeered, only making Alejandro seethe even more.

"Shut the fuck up" Alejandro growled, his voice low, barely contained.

His father only smirked, seemingly unfazed by his son's anger. "Why? It's the truth, isn't it? You don't get to pretend you're some fucking savior. You destroyed her, Alejandro. You used her until she broke. And now she's gone. You can't fix it. I mean I'm not complaining, whores like her will only make you weaker son" The words stung and for a moment, Alejandro wanted nothing more than to reach across the table and silence his father's mocking tone.

"You're a fool, Alejandro. She wasn't yours. You can lie to yourself all you want, but the truth is right in front of you. She was never going to stay with a monster like you" The silence that followed was thick, suffocating. Alejandro's fingers dug deeper into the leather armrests, his mind swirling with the memories of her, the pain he had caused, the twisted love he had mistaken for control.

He had taken everything from her and still she wanted to stay, still she wanted to be with him, still she loved him.

"If only you'd listened to me earlier about her. I would never have approved of a girl like that to come into your life and ruin your morals" Alejandro's gaze flickered briefly to the ground, and for a split second, his mask almost cracked "I don't need your fucking approval"

His father leaned back in his chair, the smirk never leaving his face. "Approval?" he scoffed. "You think I care about your pathetic relationship with that girl? You're a fucking joke. You think she was worth anything? Look at you. It's been a year and you still can't get her out of your mind, you're not a man Alejandro, you're a joke" he scoffed.

Alejandro's eyes flashed with something darker, something dangerous, but he didn't move towards his father like he'd wanted to. Instead he got up from his chair, leaving the room. Only letting the anger release when he reached his car.

Yara was his weakness and that weakness would never ever be forgotten.

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