A pet

Chapter 11

Alcantara

Why does the universe seem to be against me in this moment of my life?

I can’t believe this man had just ruined my chances to escape and leave this place.

 I glare at him, as he just stands there, grinning at me like this is all some twisted joke.

Even behind the sleek black nose mask that covered half his face, I could see that self-satisfied smirk of his.

It’s funny how a person’s arrogance can seep through any barrier, no matter how hard they try to hide it.

“There’s always a price for leaving the mansion Mami,”

He says, his voice smooth and taunting, as though he’s relishing each word.

 His dark eyes glimmered with something I couldn’t quite name. It felt like a mix of amusement and cruelty that made my skin crawl.

“You know I can’t help you run away from me, Alcantara. I mean, you are my princess, and as your prince, I have to stay by your side at all times.”

The audacity of his words hit me like a slap.

What the fuck does he think he is? I feel my pulse quicken, my body rushing with anger and disgust.

Who does he think he is? My thoughts are in a whirlwind of rage, I try to yank my wrist away, but the cold, unforgiving metal of the handcuff pulls me right back to him. I’m tied, bound to him in the most humiliating way possible.

Oh my goodness, doesn’t he see how ridiculous this was?

“It’s weird that everyone here isn’t looking at you like some madman cause why the hell would you walk proudly with your hands cuffed to me.” 

He chooses to ignore me as we enter the mansion and that infuriates me more.

“Is that why you cuffed our hands together?!”

 I yell, my voice echoing through the empty hallway, bouncing off the grand walls.

But he doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t even bother to look at me. Instead, he laughs, a deep and mocking sound that only adds fuel to my burning fury. He doesn’t answer my question—of course, he doesn’t. Instead, he tightens his grip on my wrist, pulling me forward as we’re led into a grand courtyard.

After a while, he stops and looks at me.

 “In normal circumstances, I should be putting these cuffs on you somewhere more convenient, like in our bedroom or something, but I guess I can be naughty anywhere I like”

My God! I am officially going to run mad because of this man.

I decide to not drag it further and distract myself from my surroundings.

The courtyard we entered seemed to be very massive, far more extravagant than anything I’ve ever seen.

This place reeks of power, the kind that’s been passed down through generations, My breath catches in my throat as I take it all in, feeling like a tiny, insignificant speck in this world of luxury.

We’re led through an enormous set of double doors that open up into a grand hall. Then I spot a figure,

 He’s a man in his fifties, with a head full of perfectly combed silver hair and a sharp, clean-shaven face that screams wealth and control.

 His suit was crisp and tailored to perfection just like Alphonso’s.

But his suit didn’t cling to him like a second skin the way it does on Alphonso. Why in fucks name was I now comparing him to Alphonso.

 I stared at the man in observation, he looked like the kind of man who has had everything handed to him, someone who’s never had to fight for anything because the world has always bent to his will. Old money, and lots of it.

I can’t read his expression as he looks at me. It’s brief, just a quick, assessing glance before he turns his attention away as if I’m of no importance.

I have no idea who he is, but the tension in the room is almost suffocating, thick and heavy like the humid air before a storm. I steal a sideways glance at Alphonso, trying to read him, trying to understand what’s going on between him and this man.

They haven’t said a word to each other, but the silence speaks volumes. There’s history here, I sense it. Are they enemies? Rivals? Or is this something more complicated? Oh my what if they pull out guns and point at each other, just the thought of that wanted to make me puke.

Before I can make sense of everything going on, the man’s voice cuts through the silence, sharp and commanding.  

“I see you brought your pet to our meeting.”

Okay, now I felt a sting.

Did this bastard just call me a Pet?

A freaking Pet!

 Not a person, not even a name, just a possession, a toy to be paraded around. I can feel Alphonso’s grip tighten around my wrist, and for a moment, I wonder if he’s going to say something. Do something.

My mind races. I want to scream, to rip my hand away from Alphonso’s, and run as far and as fast as I can. But I’m stuck, chained to this man who thinks he owns me.

Just then in a blink of an eye, I see something that shocks me to the core.

Alphonso had somehow thrown a pocket knife with a free hand at The man’s right shoulder.

The Man grips it in pain and yells.

The knife had pierced through, I could only imagine the pain.

“For Fucks sake Manuel!”

The two guards of the men in the room run inside and point their guns at Alphonso and me while Alphonso’s guards counterattack and point theirs at The Man too.

The tension in the room intensified as they both glared at each other.

“Blanco, your men can choose to keep wasting their time pointing their guns at me or they can instead cover up your wounds before it becomes too serious.”

He tells them to lower their guns which they do and Alphonso’s men do the same too.

A few minutes later a nurse is treating the Blanco guy's wound and I and Alphonso are sitting watching him.

“Why can’t you use words, Manuel? Does it kill to tell me to treat your woman with respect? You are the one that brought her up here all handcuffed.”

I stare at Alphonso to see his reaction. True, he cuffed me and is restricting my freedom right now, but he still stood up for me. I had to admit it was sexy that he threw that knife immediately…

His response however cuts my train of thought.

“Sometimes it takes a knife to the shoulder for one to understand things, anyways you were right, She’s my pet, but I am the only one that is allowed to call her that, only I can name who belongs to me.”

Of course, I shouldn’t have expected anything better. Now I don’t know which one is more infuriating, him calling me his pet or this Blanco guy.

I gritted my teeth.

I am going to teach him a lesson, I cannot let this slide.