Finding Forgiveness

I then left the restroom and rushed back to where Andrea was waiting in the line.

“What took you so long, Blanca? I didn’t make you bleed that much,” he said in a growly tone in my ear.

“I’m sorry, Andrea,” I mumbled. “I had to pee too.”

“Tell me next time,” he replied taking my hand.

So I have to share my excretion needs with him now too?

“Can I ask where we are going?” I questioned.

“I have a house in Venezuela. You don’t need to know where exactly but it’s big and nice.”

“Is your drug cartel business not here in Mexico?” I asked.

He stifled a laugh.

“Oh, Blanca. You have no idea,” he said in an amused tone as he ran a finger along my cheek. “I don’t run no pussy Mexico-America business. It’s a worldwide organisation. We have people everywhere.”

“Everywhere?” I asked, longing to slap that cocky smirk off his face.

“Everywhere,” he confirmed.

“How did it take you so long to realise that ‘Eleonora D’Meritchi’ was actually Ella Loren then?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.

His face dropped and he let out a short, low, pissed off breath.

“I had an inkling that she wasn’t who she said she was, but I’ll admit the truth was far greater than I could ever imagine. Leonardo Loren… now his Luna wasn’t someone I ever thought I’d be able to kiss,” he said as his hand made it’s way to my hip and he placed his lips on my cheek.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

He closed his eyes and let out a soft moan as he left the lingering kiss. I could only stand frozen and let him.

“What happens when you find your mate?”? I asked quietly.

He took my hand again.

“You’re worth a lot, Blanca. People will pay millions for Alpha Leonardo Loren’s Luna,” he said as we got to the front of the queue. “Or perhaps I’ll just dispose of you. But don’t you worry, I’ll think of something.”

I gulped and shuddered internally.

How very reassuring.

Although I guess in my experience, bad people don’t tend to be blessed with mates. Luciano being a prime example.

When we had, had our bags and passports checked, we entered the gate.

Andrea led us to a bench that was coincidentally opposite the couple from earlier.

The woman immediately spotted us and nudged the man.

“There’s that poor girl from earlier,” she whispered to him.

Of course, Andrea and I with our werewolf hearing knew exactly what they said.

Andrea narrowed his eyes and sat up straighter.

“Is there a problem?” he asked assertively with a raised eyebrow.

“Andrea-” I began placing my hand on his arm.

And I was the one drawing attention?

He turned to me and brought his finger to his lips before glaring back to the couple.

I sat quietly on the edge of my seat and watched as they exchanged nervous looks, unsure of what to say.

“How do you know this woman?” The man asked eventually.

“She is my girlfriend. What is the problem?” Andrea replied quickly.

“She doesn’t look too happy and we were just a little concerned,” he said thankfully not mentioning the phone call.

“I’m okay, really,” I reassured. “I just get nervous about flying.”

“The bloody nose?”

“She suffers from nosebleeds. It’s the heat,” Andrea said deeply as in turn he stared them both hard in the eyes.

I could tell by the way they shuffled on their seats, how uneasy they were feeling. Andrea had that effect on people. And they were only human, they couldn’t even smell the authority leaching out of his every vent.

Andrea refused to look away, relentlessly glaring, until they finally stood up and moved to a different bench on the far side of the gate.

“They think that just because I’m a Mexican man and you’re a white woman that I must be abusing you. Stupid fucking American prejudice,” he grumbled.

“But you did hit me,” I pointed out.

“They don’t know that,” he said. “They are just assuming.”

“Assuming correctly,” I muttered under my breath.

“Dear Juan,” Andrea began, folding his arms over his chest and looking forward with a straight face. “Please ensure that Cato doesn’t make it home. Unfortunately, his mother is being a bitch.”

I unfolded my arms and my face scowl dropped to a quivering lip.

“You better learn to control that mouth of yours. I don’t know about your Alpha, but I’m not going to tolerate it. You’ve caused me enough trouble already,” he replied sternly.

I nodded.

“Don’t make me tell you again or I might really have to text Juan,” he threatened just before the boarding announcement came through on the tannoy.

We were soon on the plane to Venezuela. Caracas, to be precise.

I sat by the window and savoured the view. I wasn’t exactly sure what was going to happen next in my life so I wanted to ensure I’d appreciated as much as I could. The couple were nowhere to be seen so I was able to rest assured that Andrea wasn’t going to find out about the phone call.

Although the effects of the pill had worn, waves of extreme exhaustion swept over me and I allowed my self to sleep.

The flight? dragged on for hours; I was kind of thankful for that. I didn’t know exactly where we were going but one thing is for sure: I didn’t want to get there.

Unfortunately, we did eventually get there. The plane landed with a shaking thud on the runway and Andrea was soon tightly holding my upper arm and marching through the airport. I practically had to run to keep up with his long strides, wondering why on earth he was in such a rush.