Finding Forgiveness

His knees buckled and he collapsed to the floor grimacing in pain. In doing so, he lost his grip entirely on me and I was able to race back down the hall. I’m not sure where I was going except for away from him. The kitchen was empty, Chico was nowhere to be seen and the back door was wide open leaving the vast jungle in my grasp.

Without hesitation, I legged it out into the backyard and across the terrace. As I sprinted over the grass towards the jungle I heard Andrea thunder out of the house. I was sure that if I could get into the dense vegetation, I stood a chance of losing him. I was small and agile whilst he was fast but big and would certainly get tangled in the branches and vines. It was just a matter of getting there before he could stop me. My lungs burnt not really from exercise, the lawn was only about 200m long, but from adrenaline and pure terror. Andrea’s footsteps were nearing me quicker than the forest fringe was.

I soon felt my feet wipe out from underneath me and my back come into contact with the solid ground. My entire body pounded as the fear shot through me in paralysing pulses.

“Thought you could escape me, huh?” Andrea growled pinning my arms to the ground as he straddled me.

He was breathing heavily and shaking with fury. His fingers curled around my wrist were cutting the blood supply off and I struggled to breathe under his weight.

“Huh?” he questioned bringing his lips to my ear.

“No, but it was worth a try,” I replied. “Anything is worth a try.”

A smile crept onto his lips as he looked down on me struggling.

“Oh, Blanca,” he said maliciously stroking my hair. “You have no idea. I wasn’t even going to let him hurt you. Becoming my wife earned you privileges,” he continued pulling me to my feet. “Privileges that you just lost.”

I closed my eyes preparing for him to hit me and I wasn’t disappointed. I felt a searing pain across my cheek and a warm trickle from my nose.

He then pulled me to my feet and began dragging me back to the house.

“You have disobeyed my orders, embarrassed me in earshot of our guest, tried to escape from me and killed my future children. You know that I don’t tolerate disrespect, and frankly, this is humiliating. Ordinarily, I would kill a person for causing me so much trouble but unfortunately, I need you alive. However, I am not going to fucking let this slip, Blanca. I will not be shown up by a woman…”

He then suddenly ground to a halt and pulled my ear to his mouth.

“So as your husband, I see it as my duty to show you the consequences of pulling stunts like this and ensure that you get in line. I can assure you that you will think twice next time,” he whispered sinisterly before continuing to drag me.

I couldn’t actually think of anything he could do that he hadn’t already done so I just let him drag me expecting him to lead me into the office back to Luciano. But he didn’t. He dragged me past and through the door that leads to the basement.

He flicked on the light to reveal to figures. Chico, who I had been wondering the location of, was one. He was sat on a hard stool watching intently another figure that was sat tied to a chair with a sack over his head. I recognised the second’s scent but I couldn’t remember what from. It had been so long since I left this house and my nose was not in tune.

“Now, I believe you know this man,” Andrea said forcing me into the cold basement. “Chico, remove the hood.”

Chico stood up and briefly made eye contact with me before pulling the sack off the man’s head. He squinted at the brightness of the light and his face was sad and drained but I could still recognise his kind eyes and gentle features. Alessio.

His eyes looked me up and down. At the bruise on my cheek, the cut above my eye, the tears rolling down my cheeks.

“He is just one of many Stella soldiers in our captivity all of which are of no use to us. I don’t like to compliment him but your Alpha trains them well, they don’t give up a single word… not even the most gruesome of torture,” Andrea said gripping my arm. “So in other words, they are very disposable and ideal for teaching disobedient little bitches a lesson.”

“Andrea no,” I protested looking at the solider with a pained expression as I tried to hold back the tears. “Don’t do this.”

“See, Blanca. You should have thought about this before you decided to anger me again. Beating you doesn’t seem to do the trick anymore so you leave me very little choice.”

The soldier looked back at me with eyes that remained sympathetic to me despite his own situation. I hadn’t known him well but it was clear within minutes that he had empathy beyond most.

“I’ll do anything, please,” I begged.

“Give me a good reason why I shouldn’t,” Andrea ordered as Chico removed a knife from his pocket.

“He has a mate and young children,” I said quickly. “A little boy born only a month or so ago.”

Alessio smiled meekly at me and gave me a silent reassuring nod as if to say it was okay. As if to say that he was happy to have done his duty.

Andrea stifled a laugh.

“Not good enough, Babes,” he said as Chico brought the knife to Alessio’s throat.

“No!” I screeched, lurching forward only to be caught by Andrea’s huge hands that brought me back to his side as he laughed like he was deriving some kind of sadistic pleasure from this.

“Luna, please turn away,” Alessio said in a hoarse but courageous voice.

“I am so so sorry,” I sobbed before Andrea nodded and I watched as blood poured from his throat.

I let out a howl of pain as I pressed my head into Andrea’s side, the image still flashing across my hand.

“Look at the consequences of your actions, Blanca,” Andrea said coldly as he seized my hair and lifted my head to look at Alessio’s body. “A young, healthy life wasted because you didn’t feel like cooperating today. Don’t think that I will not do this again and again until you learn because I will. Do you understand me?”

I nodded as my eyes brimmed with water.

“So now you have a choice. You either come with me easily to the office where you will apologise to Luciano… or I kill another.”

I looked up hoping to see even a glint of remorse but there was nothing. Just hard, cold, emotionless eyes.

“I’ll come,” I said quietly.

“Good decision,” he replied throwing me over his shoulder and carrying me out of the basement. I tried not to watch Chico drag Alessio’s body across the floor and I tried not to heed the puddle of pooling blood but it was hard to avoid.

He was dead because of me. His mate alone. His children fatherless. All because of me.

I was soon back in the office in front of Luciano who grinned at my state. I could hardly stop my tears long enough to speak but I managed to choke out a sorry.

“Apology accepted,” he said wiping my cheek with his thumb. “Perhaps we can put our history behind us.”

I looked up at him and saw that his face was even more insincere than expected. He smirked down at me and raised an eyebrow, “So?”

I glanced over to Andrea who was stood with his arms folded with a pissed off expression still on his face before I nodded slowly.

“Brilliant,” Luciano chirped. “Give me a hug, cuz.”

His face looked so much like my other cousin Max’s. The features were the same, his hair, the colour of his eyes. Even his height and body. But his temperament was dark and as he wrapped his arms around me, instead of comfort, I felt trapped.

He rested his head in the crook of my neck and took in my scent before kissing my cheek and finally letting me go.

“Good girl,” Andrea said with an approving nod. “Now go upstairs whilst I discuss the finer details of our partnership with your cousin. I will be up in the evening.”

Relieved to get away from Luciano, I headed towards the door immediately. I felt Luciano’s glare on me until I was out of sight and only then did I allow myself to crumble.

I ran upstairs, tears streaming again until I got to the bedroom where I slid down the wall into a crying heap on the floor.

Life had once again thrown more hell at me, just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse. Alessio was dead, Luciano was back in my life and Leo was in danger. What could possibly be next?

A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door. It was quiet and gentle but I quickly wiped my tears a few seconds before Chico appeared.

“I shouldn’t be here,” he said. “But I wanted to check on you.”

“I’m fine,” I replied unable to look him in the eye. “Just leave me alone.”

I couldn’t blame him for Alessio’s death. He was as much trapped in the situation as I was and if he had resisted Andrea’s orders, they both probably would have ended up dead.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.