Luca's POV
"Alpha, I've screwed up big time," I said to Leo after he finally picked up his phone.
I was in the process of dragging the man that had been pointing his gun at me to my car by the scruff of his collar. The more he resis
Leo's POVI slammed down the phone and marched out of my office. I had my one-year-old son, Zacharias, in my arms but Max was in the living room with Lili."I have to go to fucking Mexico," I announced, "Immediately."
Ella's POV"Mommy!" I heard a voice cry. "Mama! Higher!"
"Do you guys have a toilet?" I asked the men stood silently behind me after about an hour.Andrea hadn't returned but he had sent a glass of water which had, of course, due to the lack of food in my system, travelled straight through me
Leo's POVI arrived in Mexico less than 12 hours after Luca called me and it had been one of the worst half days in my life. I'd been away from Ella before not knowing where she is but the difference this time was that there was no ques
Ella's POVAs the night crawled through the hours, I found myself unable to stop my mind from drifting back to Leo. I missed him more than anything which is weird considering how desperate I was to get away from him just hours ago. My mind could hardly handle the conflict of hating him and loving him at the same time and I could feel it slowly driving me insane.
I spent the next afternoon back in the warehouse. He didn't tie me up this time, but he still sat watching me. After I uncovered his novice tequila plan, he made no further advances on me, especially since I was doing a fairly good job of appearing sober.
I stepped through the deserted street of the town kicking up dust from the road as I went. All the buildings were warehouses or sheds or trailers- nothing like the beautifully decorated old buildings of the last Mexican town I had visited. It wasn't particularly big, but I was walking for a good two minutes before I heard any sign of human activity. From one of the warehouses, I heard the faint thud of Hispanic music and the cheers and shouts or men.
When I got back to the warehouse, Andrea was sat slouched at a table with his long legs stretched out and twirling a gun between the fingers of one hand and a small laptop to the side of him.I walked over to him and put the parcel on t