Irina's eyes filled with wrath. El Russo was such a scum. He had wasted no time before rubbing their forbidden marriage in her father's face. "What am I going to do now?" Irina thought to herself. She needed to find a way to speak to her father, or Antonio. She walked towards the room door. Pulling the handle, she realized it was locked. "Dammit!" She cussed. "I need to let Father know what is going on. I need to let him know that this farce of a marriage was not my idea!" She rushed to pick up her phone which was charging by the bedside, but to her surprise, there was no service. "Damn you, El Russo!" She murmurred. The sound of feet shuffled outside the door. Irina crouched on the floor, to peer through the small opening underneath the door. She caught a pair of black shoes, with ankle-length trousers. There was a guard outside the door. She turned towards the window. It was open, and the sun was hot, but there were a series of guards patrolling the premises there as well.
He pulled the trigger, just as the horse was about six feet away from where he stood. The Moreisian white horse immediately applied brakes, and came to a sudden halt, almost tossing Irina off its back.Irina whimpered as her injured ankle came in contact with the horse's back."That's enough drama for today. Get off my horse." He said in an estranged tone.Irina pulled herself off the horse with the help of El Russo's men, but when her feet touched the ground with force, she screamed out.El Russo turned back sharply to look at her. Immediately he caught sight of her badly twisted ankle, he walked up to her, and held her."How can you be so stupid?" He scolded her. "You hurt your ankle this badly and still rode a horse?" His eyes shone into hers. Irina looked up with an insurmountable amount of pain rendered in her eyes.El Russo felt his anger ebb away. He put his arm under her knees and swept her up into his arms. "You're so stubborn." He murmured.Irina admired the sight of his ha
El Russo's eyes flung open, and he stared at her. " Going somewhere?" He asked.Irina froze to the spot and stared at him. "I..."El Russo turned her over, and pinned her to the bed, underneath him. Irina winced from the pain which radiated from the injury at her ankle.His tall frame towered over her, and he held his torso suspended over her. His jaw tightened, as his eyes ran down her tempting frame.Her eyes stood pinned to his. She licked her lips, as her hand touched his lusciously half-opened shirt."How do I punish you for what you've done?" He murmurred in an animalistic growl. Irina opened her mouth to speak but instead of words, a moan escaped her mouth, immediately betraying her own desires.Without waiting for her to speak, El Russo pressed down on her lightly, and claimed her lips with his. His hand moved up to her shirt, and began to pull open the buttons one after the other, while he kissed her.Irina felt herself sink into his touch and caresses, and she instantly forg
As soon as they approached the crossroads and El Russo took the turn labeled 'La Madrigal', Irina's eyes widened."Had he caught her sending a message? Was there a camera in the room?" She thought to herself.She continued glancing at him through her peripheral vision. El Russo's eyes focused on the road, and his face was contorted into a serious frown.El Russo sped though the gates of La Madrigal as the guards pushed them open.When he brought the car to a stop, he unlocked the doors and looked through his side mirror, and watched the guards shut the gates."Get out", El Russo ordered her in a firm tone.Shocked at his tone, Irina fumbled with her seat belt and pushed the door open.She kept turning back to watch him through the windscreen, but he sat put, with the same extraterrestrial expression hovering over his face.Irina walked through the doors, into her father's house. Mr. Madrigal was in his living room along with some guards, Cathy, her father and Antonio."Dad?" Irina cal
Irina glared at her friend Cathy. "I will go back there, father." Cathy replied. Mr. Madrigal turned a sharp glare at his daughter."Have you lost it?? What sort of unintelligent suggestion is that, Irina?" Antonio asked her.Her father regarded her with an interested expression on his face."Yes, Irina. What are you saying? El Russo wants you dead." Cathy regarded her friend closely."If El Russo wanted me dead, father, I'd be dead by now. Instead, he married me." She rolled her eyes at the nauseating feeling that came with the words she was about to utter."I think he's in love with me," Irina added. Cathy let out a hasty chuckle."No way. Are you listening to yourself right now, Irina? A heartless man such as El Russo. In love with you? Impossible." Cathy muttered.Mr. Sanchez folded his hands and shook his head at Cathy. "I'm sorry." Cathy apologized to Irina."Are you certain you want to do this?" Mr. Madrigal asked. A question which completely stunned everyone."Yes, father. You
"El Russo is so hot, I mean imagine if one of the Merchant brothers finally get to bed me this weekend, I will slump and die." Cathy chimed on. "You can't slump and die from something you do every other weekend." Irina pushed up her glasses. "Come on, don't be a jealous skank. I know you hate him. But you know me, no bad blood." Cathy retorted with a smile. Irina rolled her eyes at her best friend. Ever since her sister was killed, Irina had felt nothing but pure hatred for the El Puertos. "Come on, Cathy, hasten your steps, we have to hurry up now. Papa will kill me if he finds out I got home this late." "Your father does not come home until midnight, chill amigo." Cathy pulled out a pack of gum and popped it into her mouth. Blowing a bubble out of it and letting it pop loudly. The sound of the gum popping echoed through the quiet, dark neighborhood they walked in. Cathy was Irina's best friend and soul sister. They were childhood friends and had done everything togethe
The sound of foot steps running a couple of paces from where she stood propelled her into a dark alley, a place which was dimly lit by the light shining at the end of the alley. As she approached the end of the alley, she began to hear hushed voices. When she got closer, she froze. Their conversation was the reason for her sudden reaction. "Pack the bodies up quickly. The boss does not want a mess. What about the witnesses?" "And the target?" one of the men asked in an electric tone. "He's dead. I took him out as well." the man replied. Irina gasped. "Target?" She said aloud, and then she pressed her hand to her mouth to stop herself from making any further sounds. "I hope you did a clean job. The Boss does not want any traces as usual." the man said. "Yes. Let's pack up." Irina took off her shoes and quietly began to retreat out of the alley. As soon as she reached the end of the alley, she bumped into something, but before she could scream, two large hands covered he
El Russo woke with a start. His deep set amber eyes surveyed the room he was in. The last thing he remembered was being on his way home from the airport, when he and his driver were attacked by strange men. He held his head in pain. An IV injection was stuck to his hand. That too made him uncomfortable. A bandage was wrapped round his bare torso, and his ribs burnt with pain when he tried to move. A memory of a girl flashed through his head. Green eyes, trembling hands. He pressed his head to ward off the pain that came with thinking. Still surveying the room, he turned to find his clothes and gadgets on the table. His phone was charging on the stool beside the bed. He unplugged it and turned it on. Not bothering to note what was different about it, he dialed a number, and placed the phone on his ear. "Hello? Who is this?" the coarse masculine voice asked. "Come pick me up immediately. I'm sending you my location." El Russo replied in a raspy voice. With that he co