Alpha Loren novel Chapter 169

"There is no way he'll get 800 thousand in cash in less than 24 hours," Andrea said to me an hour later. 

He'd tied me to a chair and had been sat a few metres opposite with his feet up on the table, staring relentlessly.

"Don't underestimate him," I warned.

Andrea let out a short laugh, "You've got girlfriend goggles on. He's not all you think he is, sweetheart."

"You don't know him," I spat. 

"True but I know what I've heard. And did he really kill your brother?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

I paused for a moment and swallowed, "Yes."

"Oooh!" he exclaimed taking his feet off the table and sitting forward with a tantalising expression. "Awkward!"

"Must you torment me?" I asked wearily. 

I was just about through the pain of Connor's death. The last thing I needed was for a psychotic Mexican drug dealer to drag it back up and smear it all over my face.

"I agreed not to touch you. Nobody said anything about emotional torture," He replied. "Now tell me, when, where, how and why?"

"I don't really want to talk about it," I said. 

"Do you have a choice?" he asked picking up the gun. "Don't think that I won't shoot you because I don't always keep my promises. So let me break it down for you, when?"

"Just over a week ago," I said quietly.

"Oooh, nice and fresh and double awkward. How?" Andrea replied as if this was the best entertainment he'd had all year.

I looked down trying not to remember the image of my brother's death.

"Please stop-" I began. 

"Uh, uh, Blanca," he said waggling the gun at me. "You don't get to choose what we talk about. Now tell me, how did you mate kill your brother?"

"He snapped his neck," I replied.

"Ehh, boring and lacking creativity," Andrea articulated. "If it were me, I would have made a game out of it...or a show at the very least," he added with a sadistic grin. "Of course, the end result is the same but why not have some fun out of it?... Did you know that I have a lion?"

The guy is fucking insane. I'm in the company of an absolute nutcase.

And a nutcase that sure knew how to pick at a person's weakness.

"Why did he do it?" he asked. "Why would he bring such grief and sadness upon his own mate. Is it that he is no better than me? A cruel, ruthless creature?"

"He isn't cruel nor ruthless but vindictive, impulsive and protective over his pack. He and my brother never got along and there was antagony between them since day one."

"Why's that?"

"Not that it's any of your business but our families have a history of not getting along. Leonardo's father had mine exiled and when he gave his Alphaship to his son, he tried, unsuccessfully, to kill my father," I explained.

"So not only did your mate kill your brother but he tried to kill your father too?"

"That was six years before we even knew we were mates," I replied. 

"Even still, how can you forgive him for that?" Andrea said. "And for your brother. That was only a week ago."

I stayed quiet.

"And what ticked him over? What made him finally do the deed after all these years?"

"My brother had me kidnapped and then used as bate to start a war against his pack," I stated straightly. 

"I heard about a war involving the oh so famous Stella pack but I didn't really care enough to find out the details but wow! Your brother waged war against your mate? I'm not surprised he killed him. I would have done the same...in a much less painless way of course but we don't need to get into that again," Andrea said.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath and tried to settle my murderous thoughts.

"You poor baby. Constantly caught up in all this war and violence. I heard the Alpha of what was once the Ayas pack kidnapped you and held you hostage too, yes?"

"That was years ago," I mumbled.

"And what about your encounter with the Italian Mafia?" he asked. "I wonder how much they'd pay for Luna Ella Loren..."

"How do you know so much about me?" I asked.

"I like to know a little about my enemies and your Alpha is pretty high up the list," he said.

"I asked you how not why," I replied fighting at the ropes around my wrists once again.

Andrea lifted his arm and pulled the trigger on the gun. The bullet streaked past me and hit the box I was leant again just a few inches from my head.

"Stop trying to escape," he hissed. "It is futile and boring to watch."

I sat wide-eyed absolutely unable to move. Now I knew he wasn't fucking around at least.

"Anyway, back to your life. So you have eight kids: five boys, three girls. Eldest, Cato Leonardo Loren, is only seven years old, then the rest of their names and ages escape me. The heir is the only one really on my radar," Andrea said as if he hadn't just almost shot me in the head. "How does it feel to be the mother of the most wanted seven-year-old in the world?"

"I haven't really had the chance to be his mother recently so I wouldn't know," I replied quietly.

"Well if Leonardo turns up with $800,000 in the next..." he began looking at his watch. "21 and a half hours, you can go home. I highly doubt he will though. Getting that much in cash in such a short amount of time would be a struggle for me and I'm the owner of a drug cartel that deals purely with cash."

"What does a nineteen-year-old do with eight hundred thousand anyway?"

"Well...firstly, I will employ some new guards," he said looking at the blood smears on the floor. "Then I will get a new exporter; then I will pay the best hunters in Mexico to find your cousin, Romano or Luca or whatever his name is, and kill him," he continued. "After I have finished up clearing the mess you have made in less than a week, I will buy some better handsoap for that bathroom; a new shirt without blood stains; perhaps a few prostitutes; maybe give Pedro a pay rise, a trip to Seattle, I hear it is very nice there and especially in the mountains and forest a few hours from the city; then I might dig a tunnel from Mexico to America so that my exporters don't have to fuck around hiding bodies of dead border control; Might also buy some fertile land in the south and find some men to grow my own wolfsbane. José's is good value and it works but he comes with a lot of baggage and I'm sick of dealing with it for him."

"What sort of baggage?"

"I spend half my time killing his enemies. He has acquired a lot over his time in this business and isn't strong enough to fight them alone," he replied leaning back and putting his feet on the table again.

"Would you not rather spend your money on a house? This warehouse isn't particularly cosy and home-like," I replied looking at the grey correlated ceiling, cobwebs and stacks of boxes.

"I have a house and we were going to spend the night in there but then you used my 60 cents to call your Alpha so..." he said shrugging his shoulders. "You would have loved the hot tub. I can imagine it now. You in a bikini...no forget the bikini...just you and me. Oh, how you would have moaned. I live alone, miles from another house. We could have had amazing sex and been as loud as we liked. I bet you don't get to do that with your eight kids. To scream with pleasure. Embrace the sensation. It could have been the best experience of your life but no...you went and blew it for us both."

I shuddered, officially grossed out.