🍷Blood And Wine 🍷
Chapter 7
😎Sebastian’s point of view😎
“So where are we now?” I asked my three most trusted friends, Daniel, and the twins Rafael and
Andres.
“According to our men out there, they haven’t found anyone who crossed the boarders. But my guess is she’s in the territory. Rafael would take west. Andres would take the east and I’ll take the
north and south. We should get her soon.” Daniel answered.
I sighed, ru-bbing my head, finding Pedro’s wife wasn’t going to be easy and it was beginning to annoy me.
“Look Seb, I un-derstand your hate for Pedro, but don’t you think you’re pushing it. Whosoever she might be, she is innocent”
I glared at Daniel, rising up from my seat and he took a step back in fear.
“I don’t care, I want her found and I want her dead”
“But-”
“You’re dismissed” I said.
The twins who had remained quiet all this time said. “She has to die. Killing her would hurt Pedro”
Rafael said before walking off, his brother following him.
Pedro hadn’t hurt only me, but the twins as well. If there was anyone who shared the same hatred as me for Pedro it was the twins.
“Just think about it” Daniel said, sighing before walking out, slamming the door in anger.
I slumped to my chair ru-bbing my eyes. I hadn’t got any sleep last night. The dancing girl outside my window kept me up.
I had been thinking about her, and I wanted to know who she was.
A knock sounded on my door and I shouted “Come in”
Amaya walked in gently, holding a tray in her hand. As if on cue my b©dy reacted to hers. My mind wandered to the way she had t©uçhed me. But I straightened up there’s no way I could let her Know
she had affected me S-xually.
“Rosa said I should bring you this” She glanced briefly at me, before dropping the tray on my desk.
I watched her as she poured the tea from the glas-s kettle into a small cu-p. She had slender and lean f!ngers. Her nails were perfectly manicured. I glanced down at her brea-st.
Snap out of this Seb, she’s just a slave.
I don’t know what drew me to her feet, she was putting on ballet shoes.
An image of the dancing girl flashed in my head, she was wearing the same shoes too.
“Why are you wearing that?” I asked.
Her eyes glanced down and she g@sped, fear visible in her eyes.
“N-nothing” She stammered, dropping the kettle almost too ha-rd and it sli-pped all over my desk.
“Sorry I’ll get a table cloth” She avoided my eyes and I gr@bb£d her wrist, they fit into mine, very slim.
“I asked you a question” I repeated, I saw the remenvla be on the hair, dark hair same as the dancing girl.
Amaya gulped before answering. “I have nothing else to wear”
She avoided my eyes, and she was sweating on her forehead. Liar .
“You’re lying”
I felt her shake and I pinned her against the wall, my anger increasing.
“I’m not!” She screamed back at me, looking at me in the eyes now.
There was something about those eyes, no one had ever looked at me with so much courage, one minute she was scared of me, hiding her face. The next she was shouting at me. How dare she?
Anyone who even tried yelling at me wanted a death wish. I was the drug Lord of Mexico, I was dangerous, I was everyone’s nightmare. Cops, military were scared of me. But this girl, a mere
servant, wasn’t at this moment.
But instead of me getting angry, I just felt challenge. No not that, it felt comforting.
There was something about her, I wanted people to be scared of me because that way they knew I had power over them, and wouldn’t try to hurt me like my dad. But she, I didn’t want her to be scared of me. I wanted her to look me in the eyes .
I rose an eyebrow and she looked at the floor again, her wrist trembling again in fear.
“Nothing, I’m sorry. plea-se I have things to do” She tried getting away from me and my heart clenched.
“Look at me, like you did before” I said, raising up her head to meet mine.
My heart fli-pped, gosh, I could stare at her for days and never get tired. For the first time, I noticed how beautiful she was. She had brown eyes that glittered un-der the room light and small frekles
over her nose. And thosel-ips,small and pink. She was gorgeous.
“Where you dancing outside yesterday?” I asked softly, not breaking eye contact.
She tried to look away, surely to lie again but I held her face so her eyes was to mine. She looked scared for a moment and I ran my f!ngersover her cheeks.
“Yes” she whispered. “And I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t be dancing outside. But I would sleep and I keep hearing this music every night so I just…”
She didn’t nee-d to explain, I wasn’t angry. Instead I was plea-sed. I was happy. For the first time in my life I was finding something that could give my rest, something that drove the nightmares away.
Something that calmed me.
“I saw you. I pl@ythat Music every night because I can’t sleep too. But I heard something and I went outside to see someone dancing. You dance so beautifully. Where did you learn?” I was
surprised at myself, why was I suddenly talking to her like I had Known her. Why did I tell her I couldn’t sleep. I hadn’t even told Rosa that.
This was just a stranger and I suddenly felt I could talk to her about anything.
She smiled a little, “At first at school. But then my parents couldn’t afford it anymore, so I trained myself” She glanced away briefly, She was hiding something else. Something she didn’t want me
to know.
“I nee-d you to dance for me every night I can’t sleep”
“What?” Her eyes sparked fire again and I sm-irked.
“You heard me. When I can’t sleep I’m going to s£nd for you. And you must come”
“And if I choose not to?” She glared.
I leaned closer and allowed myl-ips t©uçh her n£¢k, she shivered and I smiled in victory. “I’ll throw you to the street, you mentioned something about an abusive father. I’m sure he’ll like to see you
again. Don’t you think, Amaya?”
She went rigid, before gulping. “Fine”
I don’t know what compelled me, but maybe it her scent, rich vanilla. I k!$$£d her n£¢k and she went stiff again.
I pu-ll-ed away, watching her smile before glaring at me. She pushed herself away from me and walked out of the door with anger.
I was the boss, and if I wanted her to dance for me. Then she would.
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💋Amaya’s point of view💋
“I’m so tired” The girls gro-an ed stepping into the room.
I followed suit, today had been the most stressful day of my life. I suddenly missed staying in Pedro’s house, where I didn’t do anything.
“At least I had the chance to see Rafael” Brenda said, removing her scarf and slumping to the be-d.
“For God’s sake can we not just hear you say anything about him” Elena gro-an ed, taking off her shoes.
I went to my be-d and sat on it, my back relieved itself.
“So I can talk about how Daniel smiled at me today” Cara muttered, removing her blouse and throwing it to the floor.
I smiled.
“Daniel smiles at everyone Cara, you know that” Maria said, walking to the dresser to re-move comb her hair, she was so obsessed with having a nest hair.
“I wish Andres notices my pres£nce” Diana smiled sadly.
“Yes, the twins frowns a lot. They don’t even glance at us” Brenda agreed, sitting up from the be-d.
“That’s because we are servants” Isabel who had been quiet, standing far away from us deadpanned, before totally ignoring us and walking to the bathroom.
She had always been quiet.
Diana hissed. “At least we are beautiful servants”
“True” I said, and all the girls turned to me, finally noticing my pres£nce.
“We heard you cleaned Sebastian’s room yesterday” They scooted closer, wanting to hear what I had to say.
“Yea, nothing much to clean” I tried avoiding them. But it wasn’t possible when you had five girls waiting for a gist.
“Ok fine, I mistakenly jumped on him while he was slee-ping”
“What?!” Maria reacted first.
“You jumped on Seb?!”
“I’m sure that’s what I said” I shrugged, trying to walk away when they dragged me back.
“What did he do to you?”
“I’m surprised you aren’t even dead”
“Did he t©uçh you?”
“Let me see your face”
What the hell was going on?
“No, jeez…he didn’t do anything to me. I just apologized and left” Even though that wasn’t how it happened, I just said it. There was no way I was going to tell the girls I s£dûç£d him. No fv¢king way!
“And he let you go?” Elena asked.
“Yes”
“Wow. I never heard of someone offending Seb and live to tell the story”
Come to think of it, I didn’t really know about Sebastian, only from the rumors that he was the drug Lord and dangerous and all that. I didn’t know more.
“Why did you say so?” I sat back on the be-d, watching the girls.
“Sebastian isn’t just the drug Lord of Mexico, he’s the main boss, when the Mexican mafia fears him. He’s dangerous and powerful. He causes men, grown up men to piss in their p@n-ts. He kills
anyone that defiles him”
My heart race increa-sed.
“Oh come on he isn’t that bad right?” I asked, and the girls exchanged glances before Cara met my eyes.
“There’s a rumour, that he killed his own father. And trust me his father was almost as powerful as he is. And he killed him when he was just Nineteen years old”
My heart sank. Fear creeped throu-gh it, and into my throat as my eyes opened wi-de in shock.
Killed his father, at nineteen?!
At nineteen I was learning how to dance, whole he killed someone, not just anyone but his own Father!
Only a monster would ever do that. And Sebastian was a monster. What was I thinking s£dûç!ng him? Trying to make him fall in love with me? Was I crazy? Did I want to die now without ever seeing my baby?
On cue, my hand went to my stomach to feel the bu-mp there. I can’t loose this baby. It was because of him/her I fled from Pedro. I couldn’t loose it now.
My breathing bec@m£ ragged and the girls stood up to meet me.
“What’s going on?”
I couldn’t breathe, my throat felt like it was seen shut, and no air could pas-s throu-gh it. My heart clenched and I struggled to stay sitted as I slumped to the floor.
“She’s having a panic attack!”
“Get water from the kitchen!” Someone shouted, and I heard the door open and shut.
My stomach started to hurt and I felt nausea because of the heat surrounding me.
Sebastian was a monster, and the fact that I wasn’t dead yet from the stunt I pu-ll-ed on him was a miracle, he killed his own father, what makes me think he wouldn’t kill me too. Me? A mere slave?
And I had to dance for him this night!
I coughed, my breathing bec@m£ worse as I tried to fire the air down my throat, I couldn’t breathe!
I couldn’t breathe!
“Amaya!! Look at me! Take a de-ep breath!” One of the girls shouted but my br@in was numb to recognize who was talking to me.
“Look at me and follow me, breathe in!”
“I knew we shouldn’t have told her about Sebastian, now see”
“It’s not my fault, it was Cara that opened her big mouth!”
“Don’t put this on me!”
I couldn’t! How could they be arguing at a time like this! I couldn’t fv¢king breathe!
“It’s not working! We nee-d to call the doctor!”
What! Doctor?
No fv¢king way. They can’t call a doctor. If they call him, he’ll know I’m pregnant and he’ll surely tell the girls, even worse Sebastian. And the last thing I nee-d is letting anyone find out about it.
“No!” I screamed, gr-abbing the arms of one of the girls, bringing her to my face. “Don’t call anyone”
“But–”
I gr!pp£dthe hand ha-rder and I heard a small ok before letting go.
I took a de-ep breath and it went down my lung filling it up Immediately, my heart beating normally and I f0rç£d myself to sit up resting my back to the be-d.
Someone brou-ght me a glas-s of water and I gulped it all in, feeling refreshed. I continued to take de-ep breaths until my breathing bec@m£ normal and my air pas-sage free.
“What just happened?”
“I think she got too scared. But don’t worry as far as you stay clear from Sebastian he wouldn’t cause you any harm” I recognised Diana’s worried voice, and I didn’t even open my eyes to look at
them.
I rested my head on the be-d as I calmed myself.
Someone knocked on the door and I opened my eyes, Diana went to answer it, not before s£nding us all a worried look. It was almost midnight and we were done for today so who could it be?
The door opened to reveal Andres, one of the twins, looking blank and emotionless, standing there like a frozen statue. His eyes opened wi-dely at Diana, but he remained calm. I saw Diana twitch a
little at his pres£nce before giving him a warm smile.
“Good evening, do you nee-d help with anything?” She asked, holding unto the door handle.
Andres snapped out of his trance before turning to me, his frown returning as he glared at me.
“Sebastian calls for you too meet him in his room”
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