?Blood And Wine ?
Chapter 11
?Amaya’s point of view?
Four months ago.
“Amaya!” Pedro shouted walking into the room.
I stood up immediately from the be-d watching as he staggered in before locking eyes with me.
“Why are you back so late?” I asked putting on my robe to shield myself from Pedro’s eyes.
“I was at the bar” He said coming to stand beside me and I moved away but he drew me back.
His eyes were bloodshut and he had dark circles un-der his eyes. He rose his hand to my robe and gently swept it away from my shoulder. I shivered taking his hand away.
“What’s wrong with you?” I asked, confused. I knew Pedro t©uçhed me sometimes when he thought I was slee-ping but he never did it when I was awake. He was too scared to, he was scared I’ll push him away.
So where was this courage suddenly coming from?
“Why do you keep pushing me away? I’ve been nice to you for the past six years. I’ve never done any harm to you” He said and his eyes looked sad, but I knew better than to fall for that.
“You took me, and you beat me” I said moving away from him to seat in the be-d.
Pedro sighed. “Maybe if you hadn’t tried to poison me, I wouldn’t have”
“Well maybe if you hadn’t taken me away from my family and my job I wouldn’t have tried to kill you”
“I didn’t take you, I asked you to marry me. And you said yes”
“Because I nee-ded you to take care of my family. I hate you. And just because you we are married means I’m going to love you. I would hate you till I die”
Pedro locked his eyes with me. “Why do you hate me so much?”
“Uhm let’s see, you kill people, you deal with drugs, you drink, you’re a kidnapper and a woman beater” I picked up my hair brush, and started combing throu-gh my hair.
“I didn’t even beat you, you keep saying that. I would never t©uçh you.” Pedro appeared confused, as if he did t know what he did.
“St©p pretending, you did, when I poisoned you. You beat me!” I screamed, I hated it when he pla-yed dumb sometimes.
“I only remembered you tried to kill me, but I don’t ever remember raising my hand at you. I would never do that” He said, staring at me with wi-de blue eyes. Eyes that bore pain.
“Ugh! St©p this Pedro! St©p it! St©p acting all innocent around me! St©p it! You’re a monster!”
“Shut up! St©p calling me that! I’ve never done anything but love and care for you! I fv¢king love you, don’t you see it? Don’t you see it Amaya. I might not no how to show it because all this emotions is so fv¢king new to me! I don’t fv¢king un-derstand it! I’m trying to figure it all out! So st©p ma-king me seem like the bad guy!”
I rose my hand and hit him in the che-st causing him to stagger. “You’re a monster Pedro! And I hate you! I hate you!”
“Step away Amaya!” Pedro growled.
“Or what? You gonna hit me again? You’ve alre-ady done it before”
“Move away” Pedro said again, his eyes growing dark, but I didn’t move. There was nothing he could do to me that he hadn’t done. And standing so close to me, I smelt the acohol around him.
Before I had the chase to speak he threw me on the be-d and r!pp£doff the robe I had been wearing.
“You fv¢king bit-ch! I’ve done everything for you, and this is how you repay me!” He to-re of the go-wn and the material dropped away from my b©dy, falling to the floor.
My breathing bec@m£ ragged. As fear clouded my vision. No no!
“St©p Pedro!” I screamed, trying to get away from him.
He laughed, and it s£nt shiver down my spine. “You’re my wife aren’t you? I’ve given you six years to prepare, isn’t it that enough. Whenever you sleep so close to me. I just want to t©uçh you. But I held myself back every single fv¢king time!”
“Pedro plea-se! I’m not re-ady, you said until I’m re-ady”
I pleaded, but he didn’t listen, instead he sm-irked dangerously, removing his tie with one hand, and pinning me with the other. My legs trembled.
“I don’t care if you’re re-ady or not! You’re mine and I’ll take you as I plea-se” He to-re away the last shred of my clothing, ex-posing myself to him. I squee-zed away from him. But he held me still and he hit me across the face.
My b©dy felt weak again as I shuddered, fear gr!pp£devery existence of my being.
“Pedro! plea-se! St©p!”
The way he laughed was so scary, and I watched him with wi-de and teary eyes. He didn’t look like the Pedro I had first met, calm but dangerous. Now he looked like a maniac re-ady to peel away any shred of humanity I had left. He looked like a real monster now. His blue eyes appeared more dangerous and striking. His muscles taut and he held me still. He peeled off his shi-t and for the first time I noticed the scars running down his che-st.
The first one was like he was being cut open, it ran along the middle of his che-st down to his abd0m£n. Another ran horizontally along his stomach, another along his n£¢k line. And a lot ran along his arms. Who did this to him?
If he wasn’t trying to r@p£ me at this point I would have almost pitied him.
I squirmed again and Pedro gave me another b!ow to the head, by b©dy felt weak once more and I la-id there.
He gr!pp£dmy br£@st and he watched me hungrily, lvst taking over his eyes.
I didn’t fight anymore as he plunged into me. No! I la-id there, as he took me completely.
It hurts! My inside burned!
Tears gathered around my eyes, sli-pping away to the be-d, I shut them immediately, not wanting to see Pedro’s face anymore. My legs hurt so much! And with it thrû-st, I felt my b©dy shatter, from the pain.
I screamed, and begged him to st©p! I tried to get away, but after many hit to the face my b©dy finally gave up as he str!pped me from any dignity I clung unto.
He took everything, he t©uçhed me everywhere! He tainted me. He broke me!
It was at this point I couldn’t take it anymore. I was going to get away from him.
At a point he’s feeling sad then at another point he is being a monster! ra-ping me!
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?Amaya’s point of view?
“What’s wrong?” Seb asked, drawing me close to his che-st as I sat on his l@ps. I had just finished dancing for him. And as usual he drew me to his l@ps and talked to me.
I’ve been a mess since Andres found out my pregnancy, and I watched him, to be sure he hadn’t told Seb. It’s been two days and I hadn’t even seen him more than twice. So I monito-red Seb’s emotions, watching to see if he reacted any different towards me.
But he’s just been the same, k!ss!ngmy n£¢k and smiling at me. Resting my head against his che-st. I made sure to never rest my stomach against his only my head, for fear he would find out.
So many times I wanted to just dance and leave, but at his t©uçh, my heart melted and I just wanted to stay in his arms forever. There was a way he held me Perfectly to his che-st, where I heard the slow and steady beating of his heart. Then he wra-pped his arms around me. I felt safe, loved and happy. It was the best feeling ever.
“You’re doing that thing again where you just zone out” Seb said again and I rose my head, facing those dark green eyes.
I swiped the ban-g of hair hiding the scar on the side of his face. There was something about him.
While Pedro had scars all over his che-st, Sebastian had one his face, and once I had seen some running along his back. Who had done this to them?
Where their father’s that cruel?
Considering they were drug Lords before their sons took over. I’m sure they were worse than them.
“Nothing” I said, trailing my hand along the scar in his face. “What happened to you?” Seb stiffened and he lost his smile as a frown spre-ad across his face.
“My father did that to me. The first time I had tried to defend my mother, he gr@bb£d a knife and sliced it throu-gh my face” I g@sped.
“How old were you then?”
“Ten”
Oh God! He was just so young then. Then I remembered when the girls talked about Seb killing his father.
“Is that why you killed him?” Seb looked surprised by my question. But answered never the less.
“At first I didn’t want to. He beat my mother, he bec@m£ abusive and obsessed. I tried defending my mom and Rosa too. So I decided to join a fighting ground. I learned how to fight there. I was
taught the ha-rd way. After so many cut throu-gh my back, from my coach, whenever I failed a fight. I learnt”
I watched the emotion swirl in Seb’s eyes, from sadness, to anger then back to sadness.
“My mother was having an affair with one of her old b©yfri£nds, my father was angry because it was the same man she was with before she married my father. I never met him, because I wasn’t born then. My father was pissed. And the worst p@rt was that my mom was pregnant for him. My
dad killed the man, I guess they were alre-ady enemies before then. My mom committed sucide few days after taking the child with her. After few months I killed him”
Seb looked very angry now as he clutched almost too ha-rd to my wrist, I g@sped a little and he let go of me, bringing my face to his che-st again.
I felt so sad for Seb, he had been throu-gh a lot growing up.
“It wasn’t really my dad’s fault tho. He had the right to be angry, especially the fact that it was the same man she left before, she went back to him. She was going throu-gh a lot, my dad’s abuse and all that. But she was still married. She shouldn’t have gone back to him. Whosoever he was. She had us to run to. She had her family. But she went back to him. And worst of all she got pregnant. If there’s anything I hate the most it’s cheating”
My heart st©pped and I stiffened.
“A woman should never cheat on her husband. If he’s Changing, it’s better to divorce him. I would never accept a woman knowing she’s another man’s wife. It’s wrong”
“What if you love her?” I asked.
“I’ll never look upon her that way if I know she belongs to someone else” Seb said, running his hand throu-gh my hair.
He picked my face and planted a k!ssto myl-ips. “Thank God I have you before anyone else. You’re all mine”
He k!$$£d me again, before resting my head against his che-st. My heart race Increa-sed.
Sebastian didn’t know I was alre-ady married to Pedro and worst of all, I was pregnant for him. Just like his mother. And look at how his father had reacted, she killed herself when he killed her lover..
Not even that I was married and carrying the child of an ordinary man. No It was for his enemy.
Pedro Amador. Of all people.
And the fact that Seb hated me without knowing. Since he was looking for Pedro’s wife, and wanted her dead to teach Pedro a lesson.
This was getting dangerous. And with Andres out there trying to figure out who I was, it wouldn’t take time before he found out I was Pedro’s wife..
Also it was only a matter of time before my pregnancy start showing, and I wouldn’t be able to hide it anymore.
The person that broke into the house weeks ago hadn’t returned, but according to him. Pedro alre-ady knew I was pregnant, and I know how badly he wanted a child. And he wanted me back.
The fact that Pedro knew I was here, and hadn’t come to get me.
It only meant he was planning a war, he was patiently waiting for the right time to attack. He was lying in the dark waiting to pounce on Seb.
Knowing Pedro, he never gave up. He was going to go to the ends of the Earth to get me back.
Even if he had to kill every single person to get to me, he would happily walk on their bloods and bodies, then drag me back to him.
Because he was Pedro Amador. The drug Lord who didn’t like anything taken away from him.
Especially when it was his wife..
And I knew Seb wouldn’t want to let me go. He was going to fight too. He alre-ady hated Pedro to begin with. And I knew he was slowly falling in love with me.
There was war coming, a raging war between two powerful and dangerous drug Lords, and I was at the center of it all.
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Tbc