Chapter 36 Chapter 36

Chico stopped the car amongst a line of other expensive and fancy

looking cars outside a large house. Pretty women in long dresses

accompanied by men in suits were stepping out of all the cars flocking

for the front door of the house, which judging by the music and chatter,

was the location of the party.

At the front of the door, two big men stood who were clearly keeping

guard, eyeing every guest to enter.

"Surely they will recognise your face?" I asked as Andrea took my hand

and guided me down out of the car as I took care not to trip in my

dress and heels.

"Don't worry about that,” he replied with a wink.

We then made our way to the front door, Andrea approached the

security with confidence. Both of them nodded to him and let him

through without so much as a word.

"As I said,” Andrea whispered in my ear. "I have people everywhere."

Once we had entered the doors, we were greeted by champagne and

canopies. Andrea took two glasses from the closest waiter and handed

one to me before leading me away from the door.

He then scanned the lobby of the large house and let out a short sigh.

"Through here," he said dragging me into the next room which was

huge with many sofas, tables and a large window stretching up to

floors that looked out to a bubbling blue pool. People mostly stood in

small groups inside or around the pool but some couples sat on the

sofas, leaning close to each other with their hands on the others legs

and their arms around each other.

"Out there," Andrea said pulling me into him and putting his hands on

my hips so that my ear was close to his lips. “Gonzalez is by the pool.”

I slowly turned my head to look outside in the most discrete way

possible.

"The one with the red tie and the moustache,” Andrea added still

staring straight ahead.

I followed his gaze and saw who he had described. A man around thirty

perhaps with a light stubbly moustache and a bold red tie. He held a

glass of champagne and around him stood two couples, hands

entwined and two or three other men.

"He has no mate?" I asked.

"You'll have no trouble tempting him. Trust me,” he added nodding to a

group of girls who had just entered.

Their dresses were short and their make up fiercer than the other

women at the party.

"He's known for his love for women," he said. "Those girls are all

prostitutes.”

"Do I look like a prostitute to you?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"He'll love you,” Andrea slurred running his hand over my ass. "Now,

go."

After gulping, I headed for the door leading out to the decking around

the pool. I turned back to Andrea briefly but he only gave me an

encouraging nod before taking a large swig of champagne.

As I neared the group, I walked around so that I came to Gonzalez from

the back. With my heart beating fast, I cleared my throat and took a

deep breath.

"Sefior Gonzalez?" I said.

"Si?" he said before turning around.

His eyes scanned my face and then dropped to my chest before his face

softened and his lips turned into a smile.

"Americana, eh?" he asked.

I nodded with a confident smile.

"What brings you to Venezuela, chica?" he asked. "And to my party?"

I simply smiled as flatulently as possible and ran my hand down his

arm.

Gonzalez paused for a second, eyeing me once again. My heart beat so

fast, the tension crushing me from the inside. But then he put a hand

around my waist and pulled me closer to him and I let myself relax.

I caught eye contact with Andrea who was watching from the same

spot inside and he smiled in satisfaction and nodded once again.

"It is a wonderful party, Mr Gonzalez," I replied.

"Gracias, my dear,” he said. "I am celebrating my 30th birthday."

"Well, congratulations,” I said before leaning closer to his ear. "I'll give

you your birthday gift upstairs.”

He grinned and took a deep breath in before his hand shifted down to

my ass.

For the next ten minutes, he continued the conversation with the guests

around him as he ran his hand all over my back and threw my hair.

Every time his fingers brushed my neck I tensed, terrified that he'd see

my mark but each time I managed to escape narrowly.

His guests soon slowly excused themselves from the circle until it was

just us.

"Is it time for my gift?" he asked before squeezing my ass

I smiled once again, took his hand and began leading him towards the

house.

Without much difficulty, I found the large staircase and opened the

door to the first bedroom I found.

"Sefiorita," he said removing his jacket and tie. "Can I interest you in a

drink?"

He then walked across the room to a tray of various spirits and began

pouring a glass.

He had turned around and since he had removed his jacket, his belt

and gun were visible.

"No, thank you," I replied as I the gun stuffed into his belt.

He then faced me again and smiled, "You look beautiful tonight.”

I nodded before slowly approaching him and running my hands down

his chest.

He leant forward as if he was going to kiss me.

"Actually," I said turning my head away. "A drink would be nice.”

He smiled and nodded, "Very well.”

Sweat accumulated in my palms and I couldn't help but hunch my

shoulders and wrap my arms around myself. What I was more scared

about was unclear. This man making advances on me or the fact that

Andrea was about to kill him?

I took the drink gladly and took a large mouthful.

"You like whiskey, huh?" he asked

It tasted like ass but I needed it.

I just smiled and placed the drink down slowly on the side before

stepping forward, closer to him. His arms reached out and wrapped

around my waist pulling me closer to him before he ran a single finger

down the side of my cheek.

"Your skin is soft," he replied. "And your body is beautiful.”

"Gracias," I said before he leant slowly down to my neck.

I took a deep breath in, praying he'd avoid my mark. He did, but only

narrowly and when he began trailing kisses further up, he got closer

and closer.

Without much thought, I reached behind his back and seized the gun

from his belt, pushing him away from me and pointing it towards him.

He glanced down at his gun in my shaking hands before looking back

up to me. I tried to hold a firm face and the gun as still as possible to

convey the slightest bit of confidence but I was failing miserably.

"Sefiorita, I'm sorry. We can go slower," he said stepping forward.

I thrust the gun towards him, "Stay back,” I hissed.

He held his hands up and moved back to his original spot.

The bedroom door was still shut and there were no footsteps in the

hallway. For once, I was begging to see Andrea but for once, there was

no sign of him.

"Did I scare you?" Gonzalez asked. "I promise, I am no threat.”

I said nothing but only stared back, keeping the eye contact.

"Sefiorita, put the gun down,” he said after a couple of moments of

silence.

His tone dropped and his expression hardened.

Andrea, come on. Come on, come on.

"Who are you working for?" he questioned. "If you're an assassin,

should you have killed me by now?"

I still didn't reply.

"Come on then," he spat. "Do it."

There was still no sign of Andrea and I found my finger adjusting on the

trigger. I'd do it if I had to.

But my hesitation caused a smile to creep back onto Gonzalez's face,

"That's what I thought-" he began lurching forward before the

bedroom door finally flung open, cutting him short.

Andrea strode in, holding his tie in his hands and without stopping

came straight for Gonzalez. Before he could even turn around, Andrea

had the tie around his neck from behind so tight that he was entirely

immobilised.

"You think you can take Caracas from me, huh?" Andrea growled in his

ear.

"Martinez..." he croacked, fumbling with the tie around his neck.

His face had already turned bright red as he struggled but then it

slowly began to turn purple.

"It will be mine,” Andrea continued tightening the tie around his

windpipe his lips twitched and snarled.

I stared dumbstruck, the gun still in hand.

"Blanca, out,” Andrea barked. "Wait for me downstairs.”

I obeyed without hesitation and hurried out of the room with a

nauseating sickness in my stomach. After rushing down the hall and the

stairs, I was back in amongst the party. Everybody around me was

totally naive to what was happening upstairs which only increased my

nervousness as I stood once again waiting for Andrea

He appeared a minute or so later, stepping quickly down the stairs and

retying his tie as he went. He scanned the remaining people at the

party before grabbing my hand.

"Let's go," he said alking so fast to the door that I had to run to keep

up.

As we left the front door, he pulled out a walkie talkie and brought it to

his mouth.

"Do it," he said to whoever was on the receiving end before picking up

his pace even more.

"Do what?" I asked. "What's happening?”

Andrea's face was stone cold and he didn't seem to have any intention

of replying.

But my question was answered regardless.

The first thing I heard was a bang and then only the ringing of my ears

followed by muffled screaming and shouts.

I looked behind me to the house we had left a few seconds before to

see it burst into flames with parts entirely blown away.

"No," I whispered as we reached the car Chico was still waiting for.

"Andrea, no. Why?"

Tears gathered in my eyes as I fixated my stare on the house which was

now a roaring bonfire. There must have been over a hundred people in

there but there's no way anyone could have survived that.

"Why?!" I questioned again pushing his chest as he encouraged me into

the SUV.

"Because I don't fuck around when it comes to my enemies,” he replied.

"They all had to die but I only felt the need to kill one myself.”

He then shoved me into the car and sat beside me.

My tears soon ran out and we were just sat in total silence for the rest

of the journey. I couldn't help but think about the men and women I'd

met and seen briefly at the party who were all dead now or the bright

hue of desperation on Gonzalez's face seconds before Andrea killed

him. It sickened me that I had been a part of this. A cog in the murder

machine. Of course, Andrea had been the fuel and operator but I

helped and for that, I knew I'd always feel guilty whether I had chosen

to or not.