Chapter 46 Chapter 46

Ella's POV

Three weeks later, I'd slipped into life with Andrea. It was horrible and

painful but I'd learnt to tolerate it.

Every day, I'd get up, take my pill and make breakfast for us both.

Sometimes Chico would help, sometimes he wouldn't. Then he'd put

me to use doing whatever job he had going whether that be tending to

the latest bullet victim, cleaning, cooking or serving food and beer to

him and whichever disrespectful, misogynistic friends he had over that

evening. He liked to take me out of the house too, whether that be

because he needed my assistance distracting or persuading someone

or simply just to drag me along.

I lost count of the number of times I watched him kill someone. At first,

the coldness and complete emptiness in his eyes frightened me. I guess

how easily he could just take a life without a second thought made me

realise how dangerous he really was. But although with every death my

heart sunk, the ringing in my ears from the shot of a bullet became

normal and his utter lack of emotion no longer phased me.

When he wanted to sleep with me, which was three or four times a

week, was by far the worst. Even though I knew there was nothing I

could do to stop it, the guilt I felt was terrible. Everything else I became

numb to overtime but with this, I felt the same excruciating pain every

time no matter how much tequila he'd given me beforehand.

One evening afterwards, I sat with my knees against my chest against

the headboard as he sat next to me, laid out comfortably as he put a

cigarette in his mouth.

"Want one?" he offered.

"No," I whispered almost inaudibly.

"Try it," he urged.

I could tell by his tone that it wasn't a choice so I took one out of the

box he was holding out to me and held it in my fingers.

He brought my hand to my mouth and rested it in my lips before

lighting it and then lighting his own.

It filled my lungs with the most revolting ash and smoke that burnt and

itched. But I didn't cough or reach for water, I just stayed still and felt

the sting scratch at my throat. It was a distraction if nothing else.

"You ever smoked pot, Blanca?" he asked.

"No."

“Your Alpha didn't let you, huh?" he said with a slight laugh.

"I have kids," I replied.

"Shit yeh you do," he said. "A lot of fucking kids. But they aren't your

problem anymore and you're with me now."

"I'd rather just sleep,” I told him, handing him my barely touched

cigarette before scrambling under the covers.

"Another time,” he said. "Sweet dreams.”

I closed my eyes and listened until he finished his cigarette and had

fallen asleep before rolling onto my back and staring up to the ceiling

It must have been hours until he moved and I felt his arm wrap around

my waist.

"Do you ever sleep, Blanca?" he asked.

"When I run out of things to think about,” I replied quietly.

"Go to sleep or you'll look like I haven't been treating you right," he

said pulling me closer to him and closing his eyes again.

He hadn't been treating me right though

The moonlight poured in the large window and onto the bed, lighting

up Andrea's sleepy figure.

Even in innocent rest, he looked evil. Even when his piercing, satanic

eyes were covered, a low sense of danger hung around him.

"How did you get like this?" I asked suddenly.

He opened his eyes again and looked at me disgruntledly.

"Like what?" he questioned with a sigh.

"Such a powerful man at only nineteen despite being born a rogue,” I

elaborated treading carefully unsure of how he'd react to the reminder

of his past.

"Must we get into this at 1 am? It's a long story," he slurred, his

Mexican accent coming out strong as he closed his eyes again.

"It's been playing at my mind for a while and the curiosity is keeping

me awake,” I said.

His eyes opened again and he propped himself up on his elbows.

"My father was the future Alpha of a pack in Southern Mexico. My

mother was his high school summer fling,” he began. "She wasn't his

mate so when she fell pregnant with me at sixteen, my Grandfather,

who was Alpha at the time, exiled her from the pack and she raised me

as a rogue alone. He later found his mate and had more kids but I was

his first son, first in line to the Alphaship.”

"So that is why you are so strong?" I asked. "You're an Alpha?"

"Only by blood," he replied. "I didn't get no pack handed to me. I had

to find my own way, building a criminal organisation and making

billions a year from trafficking drugs.”

"Where's your mother now?" I questioned genuinely curious.

He shrugged.

"I don't know. She found her mate when I was ten. Of course, as the son

of another man, he hated me so naturally, abandoned me in the middle

of the desert. From there, I found my way to a warehouse containing a

gang of criminals that adopted me and taught me their ways. And here

we are," he finished.

"Oh," I replied, kinda shocked. "Maybe you should find her. Or him."

"They won't want anything to do with me," he said with a laugh. "I'm

the kid they never wanted.”

"You had a fucked up childhood.”

"Yeah but I ended up better off. I have everything I want now,” he

replied.

"Except love," I said quietly.

“Love is bullshit.”

"You think that because you've never felt it," I replied. "So you've given

up on it, right?"

He stared at me for a few seconds, "To give up on it implies that I ever

believed in it in the first place.”

"Well shit,” I stated. "No wonder you're how you are.”

"What is that supposed to mean, Blanca?" he asked raising an eyebrow

as his tone hardened again.

For a moment, I had seen another side to Andrea. More personable,

softer...perhaps even human. But he'd gone with my accidental slip of

disrespect.

"Nothing," I mumbled quietly as I rested my head back on the pillow

and closed my eyes.

I waited until I was sure he was asleep again before slowly sitting up

and leaning against the headboard.

Curiosity wasn't stopping me from sleeping. It was the thought of my

children now having spent an entire month and a half without their

mother and of how desperately I missed them and their father.

The more I sat and thought as that intolerable man slept beside me, the

more I began to choke on my own grief. Soon enough I was unable to

contain my tears and shaking so I fumbled my way into the bathroom

and leant against the wall trying to control my breathing.

I let out broken sobs as the agony consumed my every muscle. Sliding

down the wall so that I was positioned in a ball by the sink, I allowed

the tears to flow.

This wasn't a rare occurrence. Almost every night in fact. It had been

weeks and the most insufferable thing was that I was beginning to lose

faith in Leo. The hope that he would find me was the only thing

keeping me going but he hadn't yet and it felt as though he never

would.

"If you are going to cry, can you at least do it quietly?" Andrea asked as

he appeared in the doorway of the bathroom.

I looked up at him in his single pair of shorts and nothing else before

returning to my uncontrollable sobs.

He grunted before dragging himself into the bathroom and to the toilet

on the other side of the room. He lifted the seat and for a short

moment, the only sounds filling the room were his urine hitting the

water and my snuffles.

When he was done, he washed his hands and then crouched down so

that his face was pretty much level with mine.

"¢Como estas, Blanca?" he asked placing a finger under my chin and

lifting my eyes to meet his.

“I miss my home and my family,” I replied truthfully as I wiped my eyes.

"And my mate. I miss him so so so much."

His jaw clenched and he inhaled deeply.

"You'll get over it," he said monotonously before standing up and

leaving the bathroom.

"Can I phone him?" I asked hopefully.

"No. How is that supposed to help you get over it?" he asked from the

bedroom. "Now come back to bed."

I pushed my head against the sink and allowed more tears to roll.

"I won't be able to sleep and I'll only keep you awake, Andrea,” I

replied, willing to use any excuse not to get back in the same bed as

him.

I heard the draw of his nightstand open before his heavy, disgruntled

footsteps marched back towards the bathroom.

"Open your mouth,” he ordered crouching down in front of me again.

"What are you-" I began before he grabbed my face in his hand and

shoved a pill in my half-open mouth.

“This will help you sleep," he said lifting me off the floor. A weird sense

of tiredness engulfed me, one I hadn't felt in a long while. Suddenly, the

prospect of sleep felt very appealing.