?Blood And Wine ?
Chapter 5
?Amaya’s point of view ?
“What the fv¢k?!” His voice sounded and I still hadn’t moved.
I was too scared to even breathe, noticing my irresponsiveness, he got up, throwing me abruptly to the be-d and pinning my arms above my head.
He sat on me, blocking me from moving and I shut my eyes in fear.
Why did I jump on his be-d? What kind of situation have I put myself into? If only I had just listened to Rosa and done my work.
“I knew I couldn’t trust you, you had probably sneaked in here to gut me on my sleep”
What?
“I c-ca-c@m£ here to Clean” Was my simple reply still not opening my eyes.
“Look at me! I fv¢king hate it when you avoid eye contact with me!” He growled.
His sister hates when I look at her. He hates when I don’t look at him. I guess craziness runs in the family then.
So I gradually opened my eyes, meeting his green ones. His hair disheveled but he still managed you look h0t.
He was too close to me, my br@in finally got the message, and I struggled to re-lease myself.
What if he could feel the bu-mp un-der my stomach? My baby!
“No! Leave me this instant!’ I screamed struggling away from his grip.
But he just sm-irked.
Oh no! Has he figured it out.
“Why? afraid I’ll do anything to your pretty self?”
Aww, he called me pretty.
Shut up subconscious!
Me? Scared he couldn’t do anything! I scoffed. And he looked at me with confusion.
I had men like this at the ti-p of my f!ngers. The things I could do to him would leave him dreaming about me for days.
So i sm-irked wi-der and brou-ght my f!ngersup to meet Seb biceps. At my t©uçh, he shivered,
looking at my slender f!ngers. But he didn’t move.
I sm-irked, taking the challenge, I ran my f!ngerstowards his che-st and he fought to breathe.
He didn’t move. I didn’t st©p there.
I took my f!ngershigher, watching his reaction as I moved swiftly and slowly to his abs. He g@sped.
He didn’t move, I didn’t st©p there.
I could see him battling with his emotions, trying to lock them in.
So I proceeded downward, reaching the Hem of his trou-sers, going lower.
He g@sped again, shutting his eyes. Battling his reaction.
I moved lower until I almost felt it.
“fv¢k!” He screamed, shooting off me and resting on the wall, breathing de-eply.
I smiled. Then sat up to watch him, squee-ze his hair and struggled to breathe again.
“Are you ok?” I asked smiling, obviously enjoying this.
He continued getting himself to breathe well, still gripping his hair and stomping his foot to the floor.
“Get out!” He shouted, not looking at me.
“What did you say? I asked innocently, even though I knew what he said.
“I said get out!” He shouted, looking up at me with angry eyes, but de-ep inside I noticed the lvst and wanting.
So I smiled, standing up slowly, then adjusting myself and walked out, whining my h!ps. I could feel his eyes burning into my b©dy and I turned catching him off guard.
His eyes was glued to my as-s and he looked away Immediately, I sm-irked deciding not to toture him any further, opened the door and slammed it shut.
I heard a scream and the sound of him throwing something to the floor.
I laughed, covering my mouth with my palm. I loved watching those kind of reaction from men.
Especially Sebastian Salvador. The famous drug Lord. Suc¢v-mb to a woman’s t©uçh. No matter how powerful a man is a woman would always bring him to his knees.
“What are you doing?” I looked up to see Daniel smiling.
He was wearing a black shi-t and black jeans, looking very happy. But behind him were two very identical twins. They had the same dark hair, hazel eyes, pointed nose, cheekbones, jaws.
Everything was the same. Same height, same size. They both wore black shi-ts and jeans with black boots.
What was with the blacks? Was there a funeral today?
“Oh hi” I blu-shed when the two twins snapped their attention to me. They both looked angry at me.
Staring at me with blank, emotionless face.
“Oh” Daniel said, pointing to one of the twins. “This is Rafael” then pointed to the other “This is Andres, the three of us are Sebastian most trusted friends. We work for him”
The twins acted as if they just hadn’t been Introduced and kept looking at me with no emotion.
“This is Amaya, she’s the new maid”
“We don’t as-sociate ourselves with servants” One of them said, probably Rafael.
I gulped before staring at the floor, Daniel chuckled.
“Don’t listen to them. They hate people. Anyone wants not Sebastian or me. They hate” Daniel
smiled. “How’s your leg?”
I glanced at the alre-ady healing leg and gave him a soft smile “It’s better now”
“Good. We’ll leave you to your work, we nee-d to see Sebastian about something” Daniel said, smiling before walking off. The twins trailing behind him. They didn’t even spare me a glance.
The door to Seb’s room opened up and closed immediately, I g@sped, resting to the wall and suddenly felt nausea. I had alre-ady vomited twice early this morning. And that sick feeling was still felt in my stomach.
I moved away from the wall and pas-sed Sebastian’s door and st©pped Immediately. I could hear them talking, so I moved closer to the door, pressing my ears to it.
Over hearing their discussion wouldn’t hurt right?
“….is the matter?” I heard Seb say, his voice quivered a little, surely from his reaction to me. I smiled.
“We have good news” I heard Daniel say. “Pedro’s wife has gone missing”
My heart sank to my feet.
“The news spre-ad out yesterday, probably that was when she left or was kidnapped. We don’t know. But she’s missing”
Sebastian laughed. “Good, he deserves it. Now all we have to do is find her, and kill her. Nothing is going to break him more than seeing his wife mutilated bosy dropped on his door step. That if after she had satisfied all our men and we’ll make a video of it and s£nd it him before we s£nd her b©dy next. Now go out and find her! I nee-d her at the ti-p of my f!ngersbefore he does.”
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?Blood And Wine ?
Chapter 6
?Amaya’s POV?
I couldn’t explain the fear that had sank into the de-epest p@rt of my stomach growing it’s root there, sapping all my strength and optimism. Causing me to quiver and hold on ti-ght to the door
handle.
Kill me?
Allow men have their way with me?
Cut me into tiny pieces?
And for what? I wasn’t p@rt of their games. I didn’t know anytime about the drug Lords or the duel between them. I had just married Pedro to give my parents hope of seeing another day. And now I was being punished for it.
I was innocent to all of this. Now I was going to die and my unborn child too. I placed my hand to my stomach and felt the small bu-mp.
A tear sli-pped down my cheeks and I couldn’t raise my f!ngersto wipe it away.
I had to keep my identity hidden. I couldn’t let Sebastian and his men find out who I was. I just couldn’t.
Then I have to get out of this house. I had to leave the house of my enemy, and then what, fall into the arms of Pedro again.
Oh God! I have no safe abode.
And even worse I tried s£dûç!ng Seb, ma-king him want to have more contact with me. Because even though he tried hiding it, he was drawn to me alre-ady, I had alre-ady ignited that spark.
“What are you doing?” An angry voice said and I looked up to see Rosa glaring at me.
I quic-kly recovered myself and wiped my eyes. Then looked to the floor, suddenly interested in my Sandals.
“Nothing, just waiting here for Sebastian to finish, he’s in the room”
“Then make yourself useful somewhere else. Go to my room upstairs” Rosa said before joining the boys in the room and slamming the door behind her.
I sighed, going to take the cleaning supplies from the sto-re and proceeded to the last room on the t©p floor.
“Hey you” I turned to see one of the girls, Cara cleaning the hallways.
“Hi” I whispered before walking gently on the we-t floor.
“This floor is as shiny as a diamond. We clean it everyday, and even though no one really comes here. Rosa endeavor we clean it just as well as if it’s dirty” Cara said softly, looking down the steps. “Sorry she sl@pped you. Meet Elena in the kitchen to put some ice on it”
I smiled. “It’s not that bad. I’m going to clean her room now” I walked off not wanting to talk.
I got to the room. And pink blinded my vision. Pink be-dsheets, pink curtains, wardrobe, door, tiles, every wooden furniture was pink.
Crazy bit-ch.
I dropped the supplies and got to work, trying my best to make the room sp©tless, even though everything was just as clean as if it were new.
Adyer spending about an hour, my eyes grew dizzy and I stumbled, holding the dressing table for support.
Everything bec@m£ blurry and I still had that nausea feeling at the pit of my stomach, and I ran to the bathroom, throwing up nothing but fluids.
I wiped my mouth and washed off before leaving the room.
I heard voices and I looked throu-gh the corridors and saw Seb, Daniel and the twins moving towards the door. They all had suits on and looked clean and shaved. Dark shades hung on their
head and I saw Rosa sneaking glances at Daniel. Even Diana was peeping probably admiring Andres who had his eyes straight at the door.
The door ban-ged shut and I went down to go clean Sebastian’s room.
The room smelt of him. His cologne, and that after shave. I sniffed in and Rosa pas-sed, glaring at me before walking off.
I started cleaning the room to my best ability and went to the drawers, my inquisitiveness Drew me and I opened one of them.
The first thing I saw was a small brown wooden box. I picked it up and opened it. Seeing a small frame picture, there was a man, like the older version of Seb, he was frowning at the c@m£ra holding harshly an older version of Rosa, who was pregnant, her hand resting on her stomach and a little boy. Sebastian, who was smiling at the c@m£ra, he was holding Rosa f!ngerswho looked
nothing like she was now. She was happy clutching a little teady bear.
Sebastian looked so free, happy and young here. So why was he so dark, dangerous and moody now? What had happened between that space of time? What happened to make him as he is
now, filled with so much anger and hatred?
Something glittered and I peeked to see a small golden ring on the sides was “Mi Amor” that was
the Spanish word for “My Love”
I smiled sadly before putting the ring back in the box and the ph0to, then picked up another smaller box. I opened it and a small statue of a lady dancing moved slowly in a circular motion.
And I heard the sweetest song. Exactly the same one I heard pla-ying last night from the backyard.
It was soft and warm. And I listened to it pl@yand repeat itself. Who owned this?
I knew it was Sebastian’s, but he definitely didn’t buy this for himself, he was given but by who?
Was it it’s mom?
It had to be.
I clamped it shut and placed it back in the drawers, alre-ady missing the soft tune. I glanced around the room and noticed none of Sebastian personal belongings around.
For the first time I noticed it looked similar to a h0tel room, no personal belongings, no brush lying
around, or clothes. It just looked perfect.
There was something about Sebastian. Something made him who he was now. Because in that picture he looked so happy without his frequent frown and cold voice.
And maybe if I could help him. If I could make him feel like that again, feel happy and free. Then maybe he wouldn’t kill me.
That’s right!
Or If I could make him fall in love with me, I could divert his mind somewhere else to prevent him from searching for me. I could convince him that the Amaya they were looking for, even though I
was right here. I could make him know that she was just an innocent girl in the hands of Pedro.
Yes! That was what I was going to do.
Sebastian was going to love me, even if I had to use my b©dy to lure him.
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?Sebastian’s point of view?
I woke up with a start, sweat trick-ling my forehead even though the room was cold because of the AC. I sat up from the be-d, gr-abbing the glas-s of water I put on my nightstand.
Every night was the same, the same dream, the same sound of screams bur-sting my ear drums.
The same cries, from the same person.
My mother. She was one of the best thing that ever happened to me in my life. She was beautiful, tall with a never frowning face. She was the Apple of my dad’s eye. With my parents I knew what true love meant.
Well so I thought.
The dream rather memory, always started with my mom crying in the kitchen. I walk up to her, seeing her curled up on the kitchen floor, hands covering her eyes shielding her tears. I was only eleven then, and I was supposed to be asleep because of school. But I was thirsty that night.
I approached her and called “mama” she didn’t hear me over her hysterical crying so I t©uçhed her and she snapped her tear filled face to mine.
There was a bruise forming on her left cheek and one of her eyes was covered blue black. I didn’t know what had happened but I knew she was in a lot of pain.
I remembered how she drew my close to her che-st. “You’re supposed to be slee-ping ‘hijo'” The Spanish word for “son”, that’s what she called me.
“Why are you crying mama?” I had asked, but my mom smiled, wiping her face quic-kly as if I hadn’t seen the tears before.
“I just fell down the stairs that’s all. I landed on my face. Don’t worry about it, come, go to be-d you’ll be tired on the morning” She replied, and I had believed her.
Of course, I was just eleven then.
It began that day, and everyday she had one new injury or the other. And each of them had an explanation, if it wasn’t falling from the stairs, it was being mistakenly slammed by the door, or just
burning herself.
I believed every lie.
But what I didn’t notice was the change in my dad, he had become hostile, harsh. That happiness attached to him seem to vanish slowly and was gradually replaced by anger or just plain irritation.
I didn’t notice the way he held my mother too painfully, causing a bruise later. He always shouted at her, even in public gathering. He bec@m£ controlling.
But my mom still covered for him when I asked why, she simply told me he was just angry over work.
Soon I st©pped believing her, I was eighteen then. There was something wrong with my dad, he was growing to be possessive and obsessive with my mom. He started beating her in our pres£nce, the skeleton was out of the closet.
Then I started standing up to him. But that only agrevated his anger and soon I was being sl@pped or hit if I got on the way. Rosa had been eleven by that time, she couldn’t do anything I always told her to stay in her room.
But still my dad was still sane. What broke the c@m£l’s back was when he found out my mom was seeing someone else. And worst of all she was pregnant for him.
My dad had wasted no time when he found out, and killed him in the pres£nce of my mom. That night was the only night I didn’t hear my mom cries because she killed herself, taking the unborn child with her.
My dad didn’t mourn her, she was given the burial of a pauper, and we weren’t even allowed to attend. My heart had been broken and then the hatred began growing. I sneaked out of the house
after my mom’s death, every night going to learn how to fight. I joined a small wresting committee and learnt from there. I prepared myself for what I was going to do to my dad.
And when I reached Nineteen, I killed him. And took his throne. I bec@m£ the drug Lord at nineteen. I bec@m£ a non emotional person, locking all emotions except anger and violence in a box and threw away the key. Tears bec@m£ foreign to me. Grief on another planet, sorrow wasn’t even in the same category.
I bec@m£ the person I was today, burying my past, the only thing left of it was the picture of when everything was normal and my mom’s ring I had taken from her dead b©dy. And the scars at my
back, from fighting. I had learnt the ha-rd way. For every match I lost my coach decided to make a de-ep cut on my ba-re back.
I gulped down the water and stood up walking over to my drawer picking up the small music box my mother had given to me on my ten year birthday. My mother had loved dancing. I opened it and the same statue of a dancing girl moved in a circular path. But that wasn’t the best thing about the box, no it was the music. Soft and warm. Each note t©uçhed the core of my soul and I broke down again.
Night after night. It was the same.
I sat on my be-d listening to the music and watching the girl dance un-der the lights.
Then I heard something, someone was moving downstairs, I stood up Immediately and walked over to my balcony. The sky was dark. But the moonlight shone and lights from the compound.
But that wasn’t what Drew my attention. Not the right, not the moon. Not the stars.
But the girl dancing un-der the moon, lights amd the stars.
To say I was shocked was an un-derstatement, I was mortified. My breathing st©pped as I watched her move Swiftly and slowly. Her pale skin glittering un-der the moonlight, and her hair being
swayed by the evening breeze. And her nightdress, I could see throu-gh it.
My mind bec@m£ blank, my eyes watched with amazement and my ears listened to the music.
She moved so perfectly with the rhythm of the song, every note had a perfect movement and step.
She was beautiful, no one had ever been able to dance to the tune of the song.
But seeing her here, right un-der the midnight sky. I fell completely. My heart melted. As I watched her b©dy move to the song, I suddenly felt at peace, for the first time in years I was at peace.
I couldn’t see her face, she was facing the other side. I nee-ded to know who she was. I nee-ded this girl.
Who was she?
Who was this girl that had stolen my breathe away?
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