Amelia's screams filled the empty basement as the whip came in contact with her back. She'd lost count of how many times she'd been beaten. The whip hit her back again as if left a deep mark, with blood surfacing. She wanted it all to stop, the punishment was too much. She should have just died. “Please…stop…” she cried as the beefy man lashed her again. “You need to be strong.” His voice resounded in the empty place. He wasn't going to take it easy on her, after all, she asked for it. “I…do…don't want to be…strong.” Amelia heaved, she didn't want it anymore. No one told her it would be this painful. “The day I see no tears will be the day this ends." He lifted his hand, ready to hit her again. "Please..” she conjured him, tears running down her face. But all her pleas fell on deaf ears as he hit her hard again. ——————————————————— Gunshots rang in the air and everyone turned on their heels, running out of the hall. No one wanted to be dead. Amelia sniggered as sh
Andrew kept staring at the picture in his hand. It was something he got after A little background check on the mystery woman in red. He was still trying to figure out who she was. Nothing made sense to him. “Don't tell me you're still thinking about that lady? You've refused to call, why not let her go?" Tristan scolded as he came out of the bathroom and saw Andrew. He's been acting differently ever since Kari's funeral. Andrew sighed for the umpteenth time. Tristan was getting harder to get rid of, perhaps it was his fault. “You wouldn't understand." “Try me." Tristan sat on the rolling chair and swayed himself towards Andrew. “You like her don't you." Tristan asked, a smug look on his face. "Something doesn't feel right.” Andrew muttered, he was thinking really hard. "You're overthinking it. You've probably done business with her boss and you don't remember.” "I told you, I don't do business with females. They're weak and can't take it all on.” Andrew grumbled like he
“They're coming. And this time, they're bringing someone along with them.” Alejandro said, his voice devoid of any emotion. Amelia looked at him, and then at Sebastian who looked away. He couldn't bear to see the pain in her eyes. “The…they're coming?” She stammered, “So soon?” “I just got off the phone with them, they'll be here in a month.” She stared at him, fear showed on her face for a minute and she quickly masked it. No one was going to see her be afraid, not even her family. “Why are they coming this early? It's not up to six months yet.” Fear consumed Amelia, an emotion she hadn't felt in a while. “And that's not all." Sebastian spoke up, a sorry look in his eye. “What is it?" “They want to trade." “Trade?" She repeated, perplexed. Amelia studied the two men's expressions and it dawned on her. She was filled with disdain as she stared at Alejandro with contempt. “You want to sell me off? As a sex slave?" Her voice resounded off the walls of the room.
Andrew's chauffeur drove off as people stared and screamed as the building fell apart. A wide smile spread across his face as a fire truck passed by. Before they get there, it'll be too late. He relaxed into his leather seat and sighed heavily. He felt relieved, Manny would be happy wherever she was. He was sure about that. His phone rang and his eyes flew open as he reached for it in his pants pocket. He kept a neutral face as he saw the caller ID. Not in the mood to talk, he cut the call and placed his phone on silent. But that didn't stop whoever it was, his phone kept buzzing. Tired of the vibration, he reluctantly picked up the call. “Yes?" “What did you do!?" His father's voice boomed through the phone. “How can you be so careless!" Andrew kept the phone an inch away from his ear as his father ranted. He wasn't expecting the news to reach him so soon. “Aren't you going to say anything? Do you know how much worth of goods were in that warehouse? All the cargos
**BEFORE MANNY'S DEATH The three of them sat at the round table, an awkward tension was built like a wall around them. They made sure to fix their eyes on anything other than themselves. “This place has such a lovely view." Kari commented, looking out the large window. “Mother please!" Manny cautioned and turned her attention back to her phone. “What? None of you refused to speak.” She bit back and just then, the waiter came to take their order. “Your strongest scotch please." Andrew replied gruffly and the women looked at him crazily. Who takes scotch this early? He ignored their gaze and looked to the other side. If he was going to have a conversation with them, might as well drink his nervousness away. After a long and awkward silence, Andrew decided to speak up. “You called for him?" His words came out more as a question instead of a statement. “Yes." Manny paused, rethinking the decision she was about to make, praying it was the right thing. “I have something t
Amelia's surprised look instantly disappeared at the mention of that name. A name she hadn't heard in a long time. "It's Amelia.” She spat, walking closer to him. Jason grinned as he eyed her body. She's changed so much so much since she came to Mexico and even more since the last time they met. "That rule doesn't apply to me. I'll call you whatever I want.” Jason argued, watching her keenly. "What are you doing here?” She stopped in front of him, holding her wounded arm, and rested on her foot. "For cover. Your husband's looking for me.” He snared and gulped down the cup's contents. He'd been on the run ever since he escaped Andrew in Australia, hiding out here and there. Being a wanted person was no fun at all. “And you came here?" She raised her eyebrows. “Do you want to put us in trouble?" "Plus, he's not my husband.” She added. “You're already in trouble. I won't be putting you in anything." He blabbered. The two bickered like kids, going on and on about how th
“What do you mean he got beaten up?" Andrew exclaimed and looked at Josie like she had said something impossible. "You heard me, he was beaten. And it's all your fault!” She yelled and walked away to the kitchen to get him a cup of coffee. Andrew made himself comfortable on the sofa and looked around the familiar house. The feeling he always got when he came into the house still lingered, it was something that would never go away. Josie reappeared with two cups of coffee and handed one to Andrew. "He came back all bruised and swollen. It was bad." She explained and took a sip from her cup before she continued. “They mentioned something about some hidden cash—" Andrew choked on his drink as she said that statement and Josie looked at him suspiciously. “What? What is it? Do you know something about hidden cash?" Josie threw questions at him as he tried to avoid her gaze. "They were supposed to come after you weren't they? Why is Tristan caught in the middle of it?” She
The loud sound of a gun firing was heard in the dark alley and screams of people erupted from there. “Don't let them escape!" A man shouted, and his men immediately went after the two figures that ran out of the alley. "Why the hell are they chasing us?” A gruff voice spoke, his legs taking long strides and leaving his partner behind. "Because you triggered the stupid alarm." A more feminine voice yelled, trying to match his pace. “Can you stop running so fast, I can't keep up." His partner complained. "Do you want to die?!” He yelled back but the woman seemed to only slow down more. "We don't have time for this.” He muttered and with enough strength, he grabbed her, threw her over her shoulders, and continued running. “Sebastian!" She shrieked as he ran as fast as he could, the building whooshing along the way. A small amount of breeze slapped her as her hair fell over her face. Was she to call this a successful mission? She could still see the men behind them, firi