?Blood And Wine ?
Chapter 8
?Amaya’s point of view?
Six years ago.
I walked into the office of my boss, seeing the main owner of the club facing my boss.
Pedro Amador.
He was a tall and fine man, handsome to perfection. Blue eyes like the sky and smooth cheek bones, with Sharp jaws. He looked like he was in his mid twenties, he was young, accomplished and rich.
But also dangerous, he was a drug Lord here in Mexico, and this club was one of the best he had, he owned others in this p@rt of the country.
What was he doing here?
He never really c@m£ here, not in person. He usually s£nt someone to talk to my boss, Pedro was my main boss, the t©p boss.
I gulped, watching him as he directed his gaze towards me, removing the cigarette from hisl-ips and giving me a smile.
“Just the lady I wanted to see”
I shivered at his de-ep voice that ran down my ears.
I glanced at my boss waiting for him to say something.
“Mr Amador was in the bar and he admires your dancing skills” He said averting his eyes somewhere.
“Where did you learn?” Pedro asked me, eyes travelling down my b©dy and I shifted a little.
“In school. I use to dance there” I murmured, still oblivious to why he was here.
“Hmm. Let me cut to the chase, I want you” He said, putting back the cigarette in his mouth and drawing air before b!owing the smoke out.
What? Want me? For what?
“I..I..I do..don’t un-derstand” I stammered, watching him warily as I felt ice run down my back.
Pedro faced his chair, meeting my face with cold, calculating eyes.
“Your mother is sick, isn’t she? I heard the drugs required for her to stay alive are really expensive”
How did he know that?
My mom was suffering from cystic fibrosis. And she required intensive care, something I couldn’t provide. She was slowly dying and the money I earned from the restaurant and the club wasn’t
enough to keep her alive for long.
But how did Pedro know that? I hadn’t told anyone, except…
I turned to my boss and he quic-kly looked away suddenly interested in the computer in front of him.
“I could help you with all the medical bills, everything. Get her to the best hospital, best doctor. Get them a good house anything you want just name it” Pedro said, pla-ying with the cigarette in his hands.
What? There had to be a catch.
“Just come with me. I’ll take you away from this hell hole. You don’t have to dance for those sick men out there. You’ll just dance for me. Me alone. You’ll be mine forever. I want you to be my
wife” He finished, watching me with blank eyes that held no emotion.
Wife? Was he crazy? There was no way I was going to get married to a drug dealer, someone this dangerous. Never!
Suddenly, the image of my mother flashed in my head, she was lying on the hospital be-d, hands covered with drips and connected to machines. She nee-ded medical attention. I tried, but it isn’t
enough.
My dad worked as a security guard for a sto-re, and all he earned was used for feeding, while I payed the rents. We didn’t have much.
And my mother was sli-pping away from life.
Then this man appeared from no where, a rich man, asking me to be his wife, nothing else. And he was going to help me, save my mom.
Was I going to decline him for my own selfishness?
Was I going to throw away my own happiness for a chance at my mother’s health?
Yes.
But he’s dangerous, he’s a killer. He was a drug Lord.
Did it really matter? As far as he gave my parents enough money.
I wasn’t going to dance fur this lvst filled men anymore. Provided I’ll dance only for him, it was worth it.
I wasn’t going to have men screaming at me and wanting to have me for the night.
No more slee-ping on the cold floor with my dad who had shoulder problems. He was alre-ady getting old. He was getting tired. At this stage in life my parents were supposed to have retired and resting, enjoying their last days in peace.
But instead we were jumping from cheap hospitals to another, slee-ping on the ha-rd floor, and rushing to work not to get fired.
All this could come to an end if I just say yes.
I glanced at the man sitting in front of me, taking the cigarette from his mouth and crushing it on the floor before locking eyes with me.
He wasn’t all that bad, he was breathtaking handsome, tall and every p@rt of him bled power.
Was I re-ady to spend the rest of my life with him?
I nee-ded to think about this.
“You have exactly ten more minutes to think about this. Or else I’ll withdraw my offer. And it would really hurt to see your mom die all because you were too selfish”
My boss cleared his throat and I glanced at him. He gave me a glare and mouthed for me to say yes.
I didn’t want to. But at the same time I wanted to.
“Ok, but would I bear you children?” I asked.
Pedro got up from his seat, looking at me softly before his eyes turned dark once more and I took a step back as he c@m£ closer..
“You’ll be my wife, so yes”
My heart sank and I lowered my head to the floor, tears threatening to drop from my eyes, but I blinked it back.
“I’ll pick you up from your house tomorrow, get re-ady” Pedro picked my face, ma-king me look at him, as the tears sli-pped. He flin-ched a little before wiping them away. His hands on my face
caused shiver to run down my spine and I sniffed uncomfortably.
“plea-se don’t cry, you’re going to be my wife. And I’ll take care of you” He said, staring at me intensely, before walking away closing the door softly.
My heart sank as I coll@psed to the floor, and the tears c@m£ running down. My boss c@m£ beside me immediately, raising me up.
“It’s for the best, think about your mother Amaya”
He said, placing me in the chair Pedro just stood up from then walking off leaving me to my thoughts.
It’s ok mama, just hold a little more. Help is on it’s way.
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?Sebastian’s point of view?
I gulped down another glas-s of white wine as I glances at the clock, patiently waiting for Amaya.
I s£nt Andres to call her from the servants quarters about ten minutes ago, and she was yet to show up.
What was holding her up?
I sighed resting my head to the back of my chair as I loosed my tie from my n£¢k allowing it to hang carelessly on my n£¢k. I downed another glas-s, feeling the alcohol burn down my throat before leaving a sweet favor in my stomach.
I was tired, after spending hours at the main site, checking the drugs s£nt from Italy, it was frustrating and annoying. s-en-seless men trying to plea-se you. I didn’t care about that. But it wore me out, and I nee-ded a source of comfort. Something to calm me down
And she was just a call away.
I glanced again at the clock, fifteen minutes. I might as well just go down and drag her here myself.
I turned to the door, re-ady to get to my feet when it opened. Stepping into my poorly dim room was Amaya.
But there was something wrong with her, her cheeks were flu-shed and her eyes looked tired.
None of my business, she was going to dance.
She walked in carefully, avoiding my eyes and I felt slightly hurt by that. I wanted her to look at me,
I wanted to see the emotions she was feeling. There was something about those eyes that stared de-ep into the darkest p@rt of my heart.
She stood before me and I allowed my eyes to rack her b©dy, from the slender legs to the wi-de h!ps and narrow w@!st. Then the small brea-sts and smooth n£¢kline.
Her hair fell over her shoulders and she looked up, causing my heart to skip a beat.
What was wrong with me?
I nee-ded to st©p looking at her like that. She was just a mere slave who knew how to dance, nothing else.
With annoyance, I opened the small box in my other hand, and the statue of the dancing girl started twirling, and the music swam throu-gh my ears warming my heart almost immediately.
I looked up at Amaya who had placed her head back down and shifted her foot, before taking a de-ep breath.
The moment she moved her h!ps, my heart j£rked forward, I relaxed myself to the chair and took another gulp of alcohol, watching her intently.
The way she moved so easily, the way her hands rose to t©uçh every p@rt of her b©dy was breath taking and my eyes filled with so much pas-sion. My b©dy couldn’t st©p itself from reacting to hers.
Her go-wn flowed to the floor, sweeping throu-gh the neat tiles. be-dirw the rose a little ex-posing smooth legs. My heart throbbe-d again and I took another sip of the alcohol, trying to ignore how
S-xy they looked un-der that see throu-gh go-wn.
The room Suddenly felt h0t and I re-moved my suit jacket leaving me in only my shi-t, trou-sers and tie. I hvgged the tie lower, before opening the first two bu-ttons of my shi-t. All this time my eyes
never left Amaya.
She had the power to bring the most powerful man to his knees with the way she moved. And for the first time I saw how beautiful she looked.
Those black hair falling over smooth shoulders, and brown eyes which was staring at me, challenging me, but I had alre-ady started giving up. She was winning, and was winning ha-rd .
I took another sip.
The alcohol drawing down myl-ips and she c@m£ closer, I didn’t move an inch. She brou-ght her f!ngersto my face and I felt slightly ashamed of the scar running down my temple to my cheeks.
But she didn’t mind as she traced her f!ngersdown the scar, before tou-ching myl-ips, a shiver ran down my spine immediately but didn’t flin-ch.
She smiles and my heart skipped another beat, I maintained myself, not showing her the effect she was a having on me, she stepped away and I instantly felt the abs£nce of her t©uçh.
She stepped behind me and placed her hand on my shoulder, mas-saging it and I sighed tilting my head backwards, relaxing immediately.
I dropped the cu-p and the t©uçh calmed my nerves and she k!$$£d my forehead, my heart skipped another beat, as I stared at her. Those eyes, I suc¢v-mbe-d into them immediately, they drew
me in.
Unable to control myself any longer, I dragged her towards me, causing her to fall on my l@ps as I stated into those eyes, she g@sped but didn’t say anything as she watched me intensely.
She was breathtaking even closer and I drew her to my che-st before slamming myl-ips to hers.
They tasted soft just like I had thought, soft and sweet. At first she squirmed against me not allowing me pas-sage into her mouth but I squee-zed her th!ghs and she g@sped then I sli-pped throu-gh.
She k!$$£d me back almost immediately and I smiled. Sparks flew and for a moment it felt I’ve been blasted into Oblivion. My heart swarm and I felt my stomach fli-p.
I pu-ll-ed away from her, watching her close her eyes, trying to recover from the k!ss. I smiled, bringing my hands to her cheeks, feeling them against my rou-gh f!ngers.
She was so soft, so beautiful. I turned to the clock, it was alre-ady past midnight, how time flies.
She picked the small music box before glancing at me.
“Who owns this?” She asked softly, and I tried to ignore the way the light from the box made her eyes sparkle.
“My mother. She loved dancing” My heart broke, but I didn’t really feel the pain. Having Amaya sit on my l@p was numbing all my sad emotions.
What was wrong with me?
Why was I suddenly acting like this?
“It’s beautiful” She whispered, before closing the box and the music st©pped. She gently rose from my l@ps and I drew her back, bringing her face to mine.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
“To the quarters, I nee-d to sleep. I’m tired now” She said, before yawning a little.
It was cute.
I nodded, before re-leasing her, as she stood up slowly. I wanted her back in my arms.
“You’ll come tomorrow?”
“Yes Seb, good night” She muttered before closing the door gently.
I sighed, I wanted her back here, right here with me, but I didn’t want to scare her. There was something about her. I didn’t want her to be scared of me, so I wasn’t going to push her.
My heart felt light, and I finished the alcohol, as my mind repla-yed the k!ssall over again. Thosel-ips.
I stood up gently, stumbling a little before crashing to the be-d, closing my eyes immediately.
This was going to be one of my best nights, and I hoped the nightmares didn’t come.
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Sebastian u see as I dey look u?