š·Blood and Wineš·
šŗChapter 1šŗ
We all wish we were happy, living a free life, and enjoying all the good things of that c@mĀ£ with it.
Especially if we were married, we wanted to spend so much time with that one person that mattered.
But that wasn’t my own story.
In fact it was far from it.
I was married to one of the most Dangerous drug Lord of Mexico.
Pedro Amador.
At the age of 17, my parents had been poor and I was working at one of the clubs he owned, the moment he saw me, he requested I married him. I wasn’t going to be selfish because I knew my
parents nee-ded money, so I agreed.
It was one of my worst decisions but It was a small price to pay for the happiness of my parents.
So I bore with the beast, he beat me, tĀ©uƧhed me, I was a slave to him.
But I still stayed.
Until I found out I was pregnant.
That innocent being growing inside my belly was going to have to have the same fate as me. He was going to live with this beast I endured with over the last five years.
No. The child wasn’t going to suffer like I did. He couldn’t grow up with a father like Pedro.
My child wasn’t going to grow up in the hands of that beast.
So I ran.
I had planned it properly. And I took the chance Immediately. Running for my life and my freedom.
But little did I know I was running right into the arms of my husband’s rival.
Another drug Lord.
Sebastian Salvador.
Even more dangerous than Pedro.
How was I going to escape from him when I was in the Lion’s den?
How was I going to live freely with my unborn child?
Would I ever be free from the clutches of the beast?
š„*Amaya’s point of view* š„
Run fas-ter! Run! Don’t look back!
My subconscious screamed at me as I made my way throu-gh the de-ep dark woods. With only the moonlight guiding my way.
My white dress was stained and torn in various places, sometimes it got stranded to a br@nch of a tree, drawing me back so I had to jĀ£rk it off, causing it to tear.
But that was the least of my worries, right behind me were Pedro’s men, chasing me throu-gh the woods to take me back to him.
And there was no way I was going back to him. Pedro was a beast. The monster among monsters, he was the nightmare of children.
Six years I had been with him. Six years of toture, abuse, pain and sorrow and I could cope with it.
I lived with the pain, and sle-pt with the beast, I took it all, each beating, each hurt, each screaming night of him taking me to his be-d. I took it all.
But the moment I felt another being was growing inside of me, I changed my mind. I couldn’t let this child suffer the same fate as me. I would die before I allowed it.
Three month I’ve planned my escape, and the time c@mĀ£, I took my chance Immediately.
And now they had found me, I couldn’t let them take me back, over my dead bĀ©dy.
“Get her!” One of them shouted.
And I ran fas-ter, ma-king my way throu-gh the fallen br@nches and fallen leaves, which rusted at each step I took alerting the men on my direction.
My breathing was ragged, having been running for almost an hour, my feet were tired, and my eyes burned from having strained them too much by finding my way throu-gh the dark.
I ducked as I saw a tree in front of me, causing me to hit a stone and falling on my face. My nose burned at the pain and my head throbbe-d.
My feet got stuck in one of the br@nches and I welled my bĀ©dy up, forcing my leg from the tree.
“Where is she?! Come back Amaya, Pedro would be angry with you!”
He can go fvĀ¢k himself, I’m never going back there!
I struggled to bring out my leg and it snapped a little and pains ran up my ankle and my eyes welled with tears. But I dared not scream, I had broken my leg no doubt. I cl@pped my hands against my mouth causing me to scream in it.
The tears fell down my cheeks and I sniffed very quietly, picking my self up and I holding one of the br@nches so I wouldn’t fall again.
I steadied myself on one foot and carefully walked throu-gh the path without leaves. Flashes of Torchlight seeped throu-gh the dense forest. And I could hear the men growing averegated from
not finding me.
I held each tree, bending a little so I wouldn’t be seen, but a squirrel ran out from nowhere scaring me to the point I had to scream, giving off my location.
“Come on she’s here! Hurry!” They ran towards my direction, and I g@sped, increasing my footsteps and almost falling again.
I snapped my head forward trying to avoid looking back, and saw lights. Very bright lights.
Civilization was near.
So I walked fas-ter, ignoring the tears gathering in my eyes.
“Amaya! Come back!” They shouted, very angry with me.
But I refused to listen, my heart thumped fas-ter, out of fear and out of relief that I was going to be free anytime soon.
My feet stepped on a cemented floor and I looked out my environment, just out of the woods was a club, a very big club with various colors of light flashing throu-gh it. I was currently in the parking lot, different cars and not just cheap ones. Expensive suv and sports car of various colors.
“Fall back! We can’t step into the territory! Go back! Retreat!” They shouted and I saw their torches disappear into the woods.
Why? Why did they go back? Whose territory was this?
I couldn’t think more as I heard one of the door to the club open and slam shut. I saw a dark manly figure coming out and I hid immediately behind one of the cars.
I couldn’t allow anyone see me, they could recognize me and take me back to Pedro. I couldn’t let that happen not after I just left him.
The footsteps drew closer and with each step my heart beat accelerated with fear, so I crawled to the door of the black car I was resting, trying the door. It was locked.
I crawled to another red sports car and tried the door. Locked.
I gro-an ed in frustration before crawling to another car, a black sports car, and tried the door, it opened immediately.
I sighed in relief, before climbing in carefully so as not to hurt my feet further then shut the door as quiet as I could. Before resting on the door.
I looked at my feet and saw it was twisted in an odd angle and I sniffed back my tears, my go-wn was torn almost to my th!ghs, and looking very dirty, my hair was in a mess.
But I la-id my hand on my stomach and felt a small bulb there.
My baby. It was there, forming slowly. Waiting for six more months before coming to this world.
At least it would be free since I was away from the claws of Pedro. I couldn’t stĀ©p the smile from coming to my face.
After six months I was finally free from him. I was free, and I would raise this child in freedom.
But my little moment of victory fell short as the door to the car I was in opened.
My breath hitched and I scrambled closer to the back of the pas-sĀ£nger seat, trying to hide from view, I held onto my white go-wn and tried to blend in with the dark.
But the person gro-an ed before sitting on the driver seat, not noticing my presĀ£nce.
I held my breath, and waited.
The person shuffled out his keys and started the car, driving out of the club. He hadn’t noticed me.
I suddenly prayed that whoever this was, he was kind to help me.
I wanted to speak and ask him for help. Because he was obviously a man from what I could see.
But I decided to look at the person first before ma-king my presĀ£nce known.
But when my eyes met his face, my breathing stĀ©pped, and my heart too. My eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and a chill ran down my spine, paralysing me immediately.
Sitting at the driver seat was Sebastian Salvador.
Another dangerous drug Lord of Mexico. Even more dangerous that Pedro, and Pedro was his enemy.
The two had hated each other for as long as I could remember.
I scrambled back to the darkness, not bothering opening my mouth to speak, because he would kill me.
Sebastian would kill me to anger Pedro. He wouldn’t help me.
He was worse than Pedro, far worse. And Killing me would prove another point that he was more powerful than Pedro.
I was the wife of Pedro, he wasn’t going to spare me even if I told him I was pregnant.
What have I done?