How do I make you mine?

CHAPTER THREE

ANDREW'S POV.

The house was really small and shabby, it looked more like a shack than a house where people could live, at least compared to the mansion I grew up in.

I got a whiff of bread, warm and fresh out of the oven. Or was it pancake? Whatever it was, it smelled really good. But I wasn't there for the pastries, I was there for business.

Serious business.

I had to prove to my father that I was a worthy son, that he could trust me with the business, especially since he was incapacitated from the accident. I may not be a Don like he was, at least not yet, but I could handle the business as efficiently as he could.

This was just a test, to see if I could take over from him when he retired, and the task was simple.

"Let's go." I said to the guys when we got out of the Chevrolet suburban SUV.

I heard a slight scrambling sound from within.

Good. They were home, and scared.

I nodded towards my boys and one of them stepped forward and kicked the door open. The old hinges broke from the impact.

Why would such a wretched man borrow that amount of money from my father? Jacob Sanchez was the most ruthless and feared loan shark you'd ever meet. He showed no mercy when it was time to pay back.

He was well known in the underworld and the business world as well. He was the owner of J&A wineries and owned many casinos across countries. Talk about rum, gambling, drugs,clubs and casinos, Jacob Sanchez was lord of it all.

And I was his son, his only son, Andrew Sanchez.

My father taught me everything about the business. The reason for my existence was to take over from him and continue his legacy, and I couldn't fail.

"Who are you people? What do you want?" A shaky voice asked with false bravery.

A chuckle escaped my lips. How could he not know who I was?

Alfredo, my secretary walked over to him and landed a punch on his jaw. The impact sent him crashing on the floor. A loud shriek sounded from behind me. A woman had been hiding behind the couch. She was probably his wife.

Alfredo picked him up and dragged him towards me, kicking his legs so he knelt before me.

"Look at me." I commanded.

He slowly raised his head to reveal his bruised lips. His teeth had sunk into it and left a deep cut.

"Do you know who I am?" I asked, a small smile on my lips.

His eyes widened in surprise when he realised who I was. I had been with my father at the casino when he had come begging for some money. He was a regular at the casino and was addicted to gambling. That day, he had gambled so much and lost everything, he was also very drunk. He had lost severely, but he wouldn't stop. Everyone at the casino had been very amused at how pitiful he was. He had caused a ruckus and my father had summoned him.

"Andrew Sanchez.." he muttered under his breath.

"I see you're sober this time. You haven't been at the casino recently. Are you running away?"

"N--no..I'm not running away. I would never do that."

"You couldn't even if you wanted to." I replied with a laugh. "Do you remember that day at the casino, when you begged my father for some money? You're quite the gambler Marcus Tanner."

My boys joined in the laughter causing him to bow his head in shame.

That day, when my father had summoned him, he confessed that the money he had lost was his wife's savings. She wanted to use it for her business and he thought to double it but ended up losing everything.

My father wouldn't pass on a chance to ridicule him even more. He offered to loan him some money and gave him ten months to pay back with interest.

It had been over a year and he still hadn't paid back. His debt had amassed to three million pesos now. My family had been so shocked by father's accident so we were focused on supporting him and helping him get better. Father was crippled from the accident but with time and a lot of therapy, his condition could improve.

As soon as father could sit, all he could think about was his business. He was furious at me and the executives for putting everything on hold for him. There was so much to do now.

I had overheard my parents discussing. Father wanted me to take over from him but my mother was against it. She knew the dirty side of Dad's business and never wanted to get me involved in it. She wanted me to have a normal life, find love and settle down with a good woman. But it was too late for all that. I'd done a lot of shitty things trying to impress my father, and I knew I'd have to do it yet again to convince him that I was ready to take over the company.

He had called me into his room one day and told me to make sure that everyone who had collected a loan from him paid back in full. That was his test. To see if I had as much force as he did. To replace him, I needed to be ruthless and fierce. "We feed on their fear." He had often told me.

So here I was, proving myself.

But Marcus Tanner was dirt poor. It was obvious he didn't have my money and I couldn't go back empty handed. He would pay with his life. I already had my gun pointed at him, ready to fire when she came charging towards me. My reflexes were quick from years of training and I was able to stop her from hitting me. I had her pinned on the wall and suddenly, I was staring into the most beautiful cerulean eyes I had ever seen. Eyes that I had seen before. I could never forget them.

It was her that night. Six years ago, she had saved me when I was attacked by a rival company; business could be dirty and risky sometimes. They had beaten me up and left me for dead, but she had found me.

I was half conscious and near death but I had to stay awake. Her gentle voice was desperately calling out to me not to leave. She kept saying "stay with me please." And somehow, my body listened and obeyed.

She got a taxi and found a small motel where we stayed the night and she nursed me. She treated my stab wounds and bruises. Luckily, the men had missed my vital organs.

She seemed quite knowledgeable about treating wounds and had done a great job with the little materials she had. She stayed with me for four days and left when she was certain I would survive on my own. I had searched for her since but never found her.

Until now.

I had no idea if she recognized me. She probably wouldn't. With how beautiful she was, she probably had a lot of men chasing her, clamoring for her attention. So I pretended not to have recognized her. I would stay distant and cold.

But still, I wanted her. I had no idea why but I just knew I needed her to stay with me again, just like she did that night. Her presence comforted me and somehow fought the demons in my mind.

I needed her and I had just the perfect way to make her mine.

"You do have something of value afterall. I'll hold on to this precious thing until you pay back what you owe." I said.

Despite her parent's plea and her resistance, I pulled her along with me and dragged her out of the house. My Men helped hold Mr and Mrs tanner away. They fought hard to keep her away from me but failed. I always got what I wanted.

"Let me go you monster!" She screamed, kicking and fighting hard to free herself. I lifted her and threw her over my shoulder.

"Hold still!" I commanded, hitting my palm on her bottom. She gasped in surprise and suddenly lost her speech. She was probably too offended for words.

"Don't worry, you're only collateral, just to make sure your parents pay me back. I'll let you go as soon as I get my money.

Did I really mean that? Would I really be able to let her go again now that I had found her?

I shoved those thought aside and threw her in the car. I and one of my men sat with her in the back seat, placing her in the middle. The others got in front and the driver started the car.

"Where to?" He asked

"My place." I replied.