Alpha Loren

Chapter 169

"There is no way he'll get 800 thousand in cash in less than 24 hours," Andrea said to me an hour

later.

He'd tied me to a chair and had been sat a few metres opposite with his feet up on the table, staring

relentlessly.

"Don't underestimate him," I warned.

Andrea let out a short laugh, "You've got girlfriend goggles on. He's not all you think he is, sweetheart."

"You don't know him," I spat.

"True but I know what I've heard. And did he really kill your brother?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

I paused for a moment and swallowed, "Yes."

"Oooh!" he exclaimed taking his feet off the table and sitting forward with a tantalising expression.

"Awkward!"

"Must you torment me?" I asked wearily.

I was just about through the pain of Connor's death. The last thing I needed was for a psychotic

Mexican drug dealer to drag it back up and smear it all over my face.

"I agreed not to touch you. Nobody said anything about emotional torture," He replied. "Now tell me,

when, where, how and why?"

"I don't really want to talk about it," I said.

"Do you have a choice?" he asked picking up the gun. "Don't think that I won't shoot you because I

don't always keep my promises. So let me break it down for you, when?"

"Just over a week ago," I said quietly.

"Oooh, nice and fresh and double awkward. How?" Andrea replied as if this was the best entertainment

he'd had all year.

I looked down trying not to remember the image of my brother's death.

"Please stop-" I began.

"Uh, uh, Blanca," he said waggling the gun at me. "You don't get to choose what we talk about. Now tell

me, how did you mate kill your brother?"

"He snapped his neck," I replied.

"Ehh, boring and lacking creativity," Andrea articulated. "If it were me, I would have made a game out of

it...or a show at the very least," he added with a sadistic grin. "Of course, the end result is the same but Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

why not have some fun out of it?... Did you know that I have a lion?"

The guy is fucking insane. I'm in the company of an absolute nutcase.

And a nutcase that sure knew how to pick at a person's weakness.

"Why did he do it?" he asked. "Why would he bring such grief and sadness upon his own mate. Is it

that he is no better than me? A cruel, ruthless creature?"

"He isn't cruel nor ruthless but vindictive, impulsive and protective over his pack. He and my brother

never got along and there was antagony between them since day one."

"Why's that?"

"Not that it's any of your business but our families have a history of not getting along. Leonardo's father

had mine exiled and when he gave his Alphaship to his son, he tried, unsuccessfully, to kill my father," I

explained.

"So not only did your mate kill your brother but he tried to kill your father too?"

"That was six years before we even knew we were mates," I replied.

"Even still, how can you forgive him for that?" Andrea said. "And for your brother. That was only a week

ago."

I stayed quiet.

"And what ticked him over? What made him finally do the deed after all these years?"

"My brother had me kidnapped and then used as bate to start a war against his pack," I stated

straightly.

"I heard about a war involving the oh so famous Stella pack but I didn't really care enough to find out

the details but wow! Your brother waged war against your mate? I'm not surprised he killed him. I would

have done the same...in a much less painless way of course but we don't need to get into that again,"

Andrea said.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath and tried to settle my murderous thoughts.

"You poor baby. Constantly caught up in all this war and violence. I heard the Alpha of what was once

the Ayas pack kidnapped you and held you hostage too, yes?"

"That was years ago," I mumbled.

"And what about your encounter with the Italian Mafia?" he asked. "I wonder how much they'd pay for

Luna Ella Loren..."

"How do you know so much about me?" I asked.

"I like to know a little about my enemies and your Alpha is pretty high up the list," he said.

"I asked you how not why," I replied fighting at the ropes around my wrists once again.

Andrea lifted his arm and pulled the trigger on the gun. The bullet streaked past me and hit the box I

was leant again just a few inches from my head.

"Stop trying to escape," he hissed. "It is futile and boring to watch."

I sat wide-eyed absolutely unable to move. Now I knew he wasn't fucking around at least.

"Anyway, back to your life. So you have eight kids: five boys, three girls. Eldest, Cato Leonardo Loren,

is only seven years old, then the rest of their names and ages escape me. The heir is the only one

really on my radar," Andrea said as if he hadn't just almost shot me in the head. "How does it feel to be

the mother of the most wanted seven-year-old in the world?"

"I haven't really had the chance to be his mother recently so I wouldn't know," I replied quietly.

"Well if Leonardo turns up with $800,000 in the next..." he began looking at his watch. "21 and a half

hours, you can go home. I highly doubt he will though. Getting that much in cash in such a short

amount of time would be a struggle for me and I'm the owner of a drug cartel that deals purely with

cash."

"What does a nineteen-year-old do with eight hundred thousand anyway?"

"Well...firstly, I will employ some new guards," he said looking at the blood smears on the floor. "Then I

will get a new exporter; then I will pay the best hunters in Mexico to find your cousin, Romano or Luca

or whatever his name is, and kill him," he continued. "After I have finished up clearing the mess you

have made in less than a week, I will buy some better handsoap for that bathroom; a new shirt without

blood stains; perhaps a few prostitutes; maybe give Pedro a pay rise, a trip to Seattle, I hear it is very

nice there and especially in the mountains and forest a few hours from the city; then I might dig a

tunnel from Mexico to America so that my exporters don't have to fuck around hiding bodies of dead

border control; Might also buy some fertile land in the south and find some men to grow my own

wolfsbane. José's is good value and it works but he comes with a lot of baggage and I'm sick of dealing

with it for him."

"What sort of baggage?"

"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.

"José, mi hermano!" Andrea exclaimed getting to his feet. "It's been so long!"

"You owe me five thousand dollars," José said bluntly without even a smile, clearly not becoming a

victim of his false hospitality. "I want it."

"Ah yes," Andrea said. "I will find that for you now."

"Gracias," José replied with a nod.

Andrea began to walk to the door and José began to follow him but his eyes then shifted down to me

and he hesitated.

"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."

"About what?" José asked.

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.

Of course, José already knew that for whatever reason unbeknown to me.

"In fact, just watch her while I get the money," Andrea said. "I can't risk her slipping out of my grasp."

José nodded and Andrea left.

"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.

"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?

"I remember you but you didn't go by the name José back then, did you?" I asked. "...Michael, was it?"

"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."

José's eyes flickered and he stepped forward.

"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."

José looked down at me and narrowed his eyes. He was obviously considering it and the glimmer of

hope it gave me made my heart jump. Before he could respond, the lock on the warehouse door

clicked.

"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.

"Does the girl amuse you?" he asked as he handed José a large duffle bag.

"Yes. Very much so," José said before finally looking away from me. "Thank you," he said to Andrea

through gritted teeth before leaving the warehouse quickly.