Chapter 32 Chapter 32

I next woke on a slightly damp, hard floor to the sound of a loud

engine. I slowly opened my eyes, squinting from the bright sun, to see a

pair of smart shoed feet. I then looked up higher to see Andrea, still

wearing the same suit, and sat controlling the motor of the boat.

He glanced down for a split second before taking his eyes back to the

river as if he hadn't noticed me.

I pulled my self into a tight ball and stared passively at the floor of the

boat. My head throbbed and ached with a dull undetermined sense as

my situation tried to sink in. It didn't feel real, how could it?

About an hour later, the boat came to a stop. I didn't move a muscle

but Andrea took my already bruised wrist and hauled me onto a jetty.

"Welcome home," he announced as I looked up to see the huge

mansion in front of us.

I remained silent as I was lead up a set of stairs to the front door where

another suited man awaited us with a huge rifle slung across his chest.

"Buenas tardes, Sefior," he said to Andrea with a nod.

"Chico, this is my new prized possession. Leonardo Loren's Luna,”

Andrea said pushing me forward and presenting me.

He looked across to me expressionlessly and scanned my face. He

eventually nodded to me too but said nothing.

"You're in charge of making sure she doesn't get out of this house

without my permission,” Andrea said placing his grabbing my arms and

shoving me into the house. "Don't fail me," he added in a darker tone.

Andrea pushed me into the large foyer with a grand staircase and huge

tall doors. It was dead quiet and our footsteps echoed around the

room.

"This is the first house I ever bought,” he said. "My house in Mexico is

nice and lavish and comfortable but this? This is home to me. Perfectly

placed in the middle of nowhere, where no one can ever find us."

He shot me a grin and winked.

"It's nice," I said quietly.

"Come. I will give you a tour," he said taking my hand.

He then showed me every room in the house. It was big and beautiful

but at the same time, I hated it. Every mosaiced floor, every water-

colour wall, every huge plump bed, every swanky bathroom. Even the

pool, blue and refreshing, shook me.

"And this is the master bedroom,” he said opening the door to the final

room.

It was vast. The bed was the biggest yet, the balcony stretched out so

far it could have space for its own pool and the closet was by right

another room.

"What do you think of the view?" he asked wrapping his arms around

me as I looked over the balcony into the array of jungle that stretched

as far as the eye could see.

"It's refreshing,” I replied quietly.

The wild, untamed nature of the jungle also reminded me of all the

freedom I didn't have but I wasn't going to bring that up now.

"Good," he stated. "Now, I have a few questions before I put you to

good use."

He then placed a hand on my back and ushered me to a chair.

"Firstly, is there any chance you could be pregnant?" he asked.

"No," I replied after a short pause.

I looked out at the setting sun over the horizon. Andrea's tall silhouette

blocked most of the rays that streaked like golden ribbons but some

seeped past him into the room, lighting it up in an amber illumination.

"100% sure?" Andrea's deep voice asked snapping me back to reality.

"Yes," I said through gritted teeth.

His face curled into an amused smile.

"An entire week with your Alpha but he hasn't been inside you, huh?"

he jeered. "Why's that, Blanca?"

"You already know," I said refusing to look him in my eye. "He killed my

brother."

"So you're punishing him by depriving him from what's rightfully his?

I'm surprised Leonardo Loren stands for that,” he mused.

"He's a good man. He knows that he doesn't have the right to

anything,” I snapped maybe with a little too much spite.

"Not anymore anyway," Andrea replied crouching down in front of me.

"You're mine now. And if I want it, I will get it, understand?"

He cupped my face in my hand. I had little choice but to nod and

internally damn him to the fiery pits of hell.

"Next question, how good is your cooking?" he asked standing up

again and folding his arms.

"Mediocre."

"It better be more than mediocre because I have some associates

coming for dinner tonight and you're going to cook for us," he replied.

"And then tomorrow I have another job for you.”

"What is it?"

"You're going to help me kill someone,” he stated. "I've been trying to

kill for the past year but tomorrow night there is a party and he will be

there.”

I opened my mouth to speak but found myself too overwhelmed.

"Relax babe," he said wrapping his arms around me again. "You only

have to distract him, I'll do the rest."

"You're going to kill someone at a party?" I questioned.

"You're right..." he said in thought. "I should definitely bring a spare

change of clothes, especially if I get blood on my shirt or something..."

"You're psychotic,” I said.

"You should be into that. Your Alpha is the most notorious pyscho in

history," Andrea replied with a sly smile as he stepped forward and ran

a finger down the side of my face. "And you let him do all sorts of

things to you..."

I clenched my jaw and pushed his chest hard, shoving him away from

me.

He let out a short laugh and approached me again.

"Take off your shirt," he said.

"What?" I asked.

"Take it off,” he repeated. "Now."

"Andre- I-" I stuttered.

"You've got some serious making up to do for this," he said pointing to

the scratch on his cheek. "Do it or I'll find some more painful way to

make you pay," he added pulling the gun from his belt and tapping it

with his index finger.

I hesitated for a few moments as he stared at me waiting, and I reached

for the top button of my shirt. As slowly as possible, I undid the

buttons, Andrea's hungry eyes on me the entire time, until I could shrug

it off my shoulders.

He stepped forward and placed his hands on my waist, admiring my

bare skin.

"You have a beautiful body, Blanca," he said. "Lie down."

I stared blankly.

"Get on the bed, Blanca,” he ordered as he ran his hands up my sides to

my chest.

I tried to push him off me but he caught my flailing arms and threw me

down onto the mattress pinning me there with my wrists. He straddled

me, squeezing me tightly between his legs and brought his lips

agonisingly slowly to my ear. I could do nothing but lie still in his

unyielding grasp and stare wide-eyed at the ceiling.

"You've fucked one psycho so why not another?" he whispered.

I looked across and met his darkened eyes. He stared at me for a few

short moments in utter motionless silence. His right eye then twitched

just a tiny bit a split second before he delved his hand down the back

of my shorts.

I began to protest as he tugged at the lace rim of my panties but he

promptly slammed a large hand over my mouth.

"Unless it's a moan of pleasure, I don't want to fucking hear it," he

growled before undoing the button of my shorts and pushing his hand

closer.

He was so heavy and despite my training, unbudgeable. I wondered for

a moment how he could be so strong. He wasn't an Alpha, nor a Beta,

nor anything really.

Just a nineteen-year-old rogue with a gun

I felt a tear drip from my eye as he stopped to take off his shirt.

"Andrea, please-" I begged.

"Shut up," he growled throwing his belt to the ground.

I closed my eyes tightly as his trousers were unbuttoned and he

pressed himself against me.

I finally lay still and quiet, my mind no longer able to communicate with

my body as fear and pain shut it down.

"There's a good girl," he whispered.

He placed one hand on my neck and the other continued to pin down

my arms.

"There's nothing you can do. Just give in and enjoy it. It's okay, I won't

tell the Alpha. I Promise.”

Before he could reach to remove my shorts or my underwear, there was

a knock at the door.

Andrea looked up and clenched his jaw.

"Que?!" he barked.

"Sefior," a voice said before saying something else in Spanish.

Andrea unstraddled me and reached for his shirt as he marched to the

door. He opened it halfway to reveal Chico.

I scrambled for my shirt to cover myself as Chico noticed me on the

bed and paused for a slight second before turning to Andrea and

continuing what he was saying.

When he was finished, he bowed his head and Andrea looked

momentarily back at me as I stood in the corner, with my shirt wrapped

across my body.

"Make sure she doesn't escape,” Andrea grunted before marching out

of the room.

Chico nodded, looked at me once again before closing the door and

leaving me to redress as I listened to his pacing footsteps on the other

side of the door.