Finding Forgiveness

“What the fuck have you done?” he asked seizing my wrist tightly.

“I.. I-” I stuttered.

“Let me guess, you used Javier’s phone to call your precious mate?” he said turning to Javier and delving his hand into his pocket.

I stayed quiet as he held the phone up and turned to me. It had Javier’s blood on it from my hands and he could check the recent calls list; there was no point trying to lie.

I nodded meekly.

“Stupid fucking woman,” he sneered roughly putting one hand around my neck once again and slamming me into the wall. With the other hand, he withdrew his gun and held it at my head. “What did you tell him?!”

I stayed quiet.

“What did you fucking tell him?!” he repeated smashing my head against the wall.

“That I’m in the Venezuelan jungle. That is all,” I lied in between gasps for air.

“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t shoot you right now. It’s reloaded and ready to go,” he demanded, pressing the gun harder against my skull. “Why I shouldn’t just cut the bother? I’m Andrea Martinez, I don’t tolerate shit like this.”

“You need me for the export,” I said. “You could do it without me but that would risk getting yourself in more trouble than I could ever cause.”

Andrea paused before letting go of me and allowing me to breathe.

“Fine,” he said. “I will kill you after.”

Better I suppose.

“Now…” he articulated looking me up and down. “No border guard is going to let a woman covered in blood through without question. Change your clothes, wash your hands and neck and I’ll be dealing with this rotting corpse and loading the car with the drugs outside. Don’t try anything, Blanca, or this time I really will shoot you.”

I nodded and looked down at my clothes that had gone red from where Andrea’s shirt had pressed against me. My neck was also covered in it from where his bloody hand had been too.

I did as he said and found a bathroom with running water to clean myself with. I watched as watery blood washed down the sink and thought about who it belonged to. Those boys were so young and although I didn’t know it for sure, Andrea had almost certainly killed them both. I then changed into clean clothes from the bag I’d packed. When I came back from into the main warehouse, Javier’s body had gone and only a thick pool of sticky blood remained so I went around the back to find Andrea.

The boxes that were being unloaded were now gone and in their place was a lilac tiny car. Andrea was stood next to it with his blood covered shirt off by an outside tap washing his face and chest.

“What are you staring at, babe? My abs?” he asked.

“No… your car actually,” I replied looking at the sickly shade of purple coloured thing. “Not the sort of thing I’d expect you to drive, Andrea.”

“I’m not driving it,” he said throwing me a set of keys. “You are. And you do know how to drive, right?”

I nodded kind of glad that I was going to have to sit in the passenger seat enduring his reckless driving anymore.

A few moments later, Andrea was fully dressed again and I was trying to work out how to drive this car.

“Put the clutch down, Blanca,” Andrea said in a bored tone from the passenger seat. “Now the accelerator. It’s just a normal car.”

I did what he said and slowly rolled the car forward.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered.

I ignored him and took the sharp corner around the warehouse towards the road with great care – especially since my entire body was still shaking from the events of the last ten minutes.

“Speed up,” he said. “There’s no limit on this road and if there was, it probably wouldn’t be 10 mph.”

“I’m just getting used to the car,” I replied. “I drive an automatic at home. Be patient.”

“Don’t tell me what to do, woman,” he snapped.

“If it’s threatening your masculinity that much, you can drive,” I replied

“Watch it, Blanca,” he warned with a smirk. “Remember how I almost killed you five minutes ago.”

It was only twenty minutes before Andrea climbed into the back seat of the car and ducked into the footwell. He also pulled out his gun and held it ready which concerned me a little, to say the least.

“The border is just around here. Smile, tell them you’re here on vacation and flirt if you have to. If you prove to be useful, I might consider keeping you alive. We’ll see.”

Might consider… sounds promising…

I drove on and minutes later we were approaching a bridge with a barrier across it and half a dozen or so men in military uniform standing guard. They were all werewolves and held big guns and eyed the car as we neared.

“Oh shit,” Andrea cursed. “Those ain’t no state police.”

“Who are they?” I asked.

“Gustavo’s men…” he whispered. “He must have taken over the border.”

“Should I turn around?” I asked, my heart rating raising.

“It’s too late. They’ve seen the car,” he replied. “Fuck.”

He then reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a walkie talkie.

“I’m gonna need back up,” he said into it and a voice replied confirming.

“I have men not too far from here,” he told me. “You’ve just gotta fool them long enough.”Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

I nodded as we got close and Andrea ducked further into the footwell.

One of the guards approached the car and I wound down.

“You speak Spanish, Miss?” he asked.

“No, Se? or,” I replied in my best Spanish as I gripped the steering wheel and not looking him in the eye.

He sniffed the air, obviously detecting my scent and eyed me closer.

“Passport,” he demanded. I reached into my bag and found my passport before handing it to him.

It was a good job the name on my passport was still Ella Jones and not Loren.

“American? Here for vacation or…?” he said looking from me to the photo on my passport.

“Vacation,” I said quickly.

“Alone?” he asked and I nodded.

He then used the end of my passport to brush my hair off my neck, “Where’s your mate?”