Finding Forgiveness

Chapter 50



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.

“Se? orita,” 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.

“Se? orita, 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.

“Se? orita, 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.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

“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?”


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