Episode 2

~Alejandro’s POV~

"Boys, we need to pay that man a visit. It seems he has forgotten who's boss," I said to my boys after checking my records and seeing that Sancho still owed me a lot of money—up to $215,000. He was going to pay me by sweat or by blood.

I had my boys look for him, and as expected, he was at a bar, drinking away his life. I had my men bring him to my den, tie him up, and beat him up a little. "You have something that belongs to me—a lot of it," I said menacingly, hoping to put fear into him. But he was too drunk to mutter a reasonable word. I was frustrated enough at the fact that he owed me, but I was even angrier that one could hardly ever catch him sober.

"What was I thinking lending you money?!" I muttered to myself angrily and landed a hard blow across his face.

"Finish him," I said and turned to walk away, expecting my men to do exactly as I said while I went to look for another solution to his impending debt.

"You, Torres! Go and bring me any or all of his successors," I commanded Torres, my wingman. Torres was a calm yet cool-looking man. He was my trusted wingman whom I sent to deal with undercover deals for me because he looked so innocent yet evil.

I was tired and ordered for my women to be brought to my chambers. "Oh, baby, you look tense. You haven't had any fun in a while," Golden, my favorite mistress, said while unbuttoning my shirt, speaking seductively to try to make me feel good.

"You need a nice, long and soft massage," Pricy, my second favorite mistress, added.

"And a deep throat too," Golden said, and they both chuckled.

"I'm all yours," I said to them in a deep voice. They were good at what they did and devoted their time to making me feel good.

I lay on my back, and Golden massaged my body with oil while Pricy massaged me down there with her mouth, hands, and tongue. It went on and on for minutes, and I could only moan in intense pleasure and release the build-up with satisfaction.

"Thank you, ladies," I said when they were done, and they both smiled, nodded, and left me alone.

I loved to be alone. My boys knew that, and my women knew that. That was the only way I could think properly and plan ahead of my enemies.

"Boss," I heard Torres's voice at my door, and I yelled for him to come in.

"What have you got?" I asked, sitting on my bed in a nice pair of shorts and a tight top that showed off my muscles.

"The man has an only child—a daughter. She's 22 years old and works in a bar downtown," he stated, and I smiled at the information and the fact that she was a woman. Women are gold mines. They were easy money in any part of the world.

"Then we have to get her. And I will do that myself," I smirked after seeing the picture of her Torres had in his hands.

"This one should be easy," I said.

"Yes, boss. Anything else, boss?" he asked.

"No, thank you. You may leave."

"Yes, boss," he said and took his leave at once. I couldn't help but spend the night thinking about how our encounter would be and how she would react to a kidnapping. It was going to be hilarious, but I had a knack for being funny.

"Hahaha," I laughed to myself.

It was finally nighttime, and my men had followed her until then. They let me know she was in some bar, and I knew I had to go in there myself to get her.

"Boss, we should cause a commotion and grab her," one of my men, Sancho, said while in my private car, preparing for action.

"No, let's be more discreet," I said, deep in thought.

"Yes, boss," he said and kept quiet.

"Torres, show me the picture of the lady," I demanded, and he brought out his phone and showed me. She was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen.

Women hardly caught my fancy, but there was something about this one.

"I'll go in there myself," I said finally after carefully scrutinizing the picture.

"You don't want any of us in there, boss?" he asked.

"No, you guys wait here," I said and opened the door to leave the car.

I got into the bar with loud music and strippers everywhere. I noticed some people who may have known me but kept quiet. I was wearing a black shirt that covered all my tattoos, of course, so I wouldn't scare the young lady. I spotted her seated at the bar, trying to order some shots.

I took a while to observe her from the lounge, and I could only say to myself, "What a beauty. Poor thing, this beauty owes me."

I walked briskly over to her and took a seat near her.

"Getting away from all the trouble, I see?" I asked in a very jovial manner, and she seemed excited to see me, like she knew me.

"You got that right," she smiled while the bartender handed her shots.

"One more shot for me, please," I ordered, and the bartender offered me one too.

"Well, I'm here to get away too. From work, family, my wife and kids, everything is driving me nuts," I lied, but I had to get her to warm up to me.

"That makes us a little bit even. Only that I'm single now," she said, and I noticed a slight hint of pain in her voice.

"Do you like being married?" she asked, and I was taken aback. I had been married once and lost my wife. She had my baby in her when she died. I never got to see my son, and I missed my wife so much.

"Of course, I do, but it is one hell of a chore," I joked, and she laughed.

"Well, it must be blissful," she replied.

"Do you want to be married?" I asked, taking another shot.

"Uh, yes, actually. Just a few hours ago, I thought I'd be married to this one guy. Till I found out he was an idiot. So much has happened today," she said, and I felt a bit bad for her.

"Tell you what, tonight is not a night of sorrows. Let's drink it all away," I said, and she laughed. She had such a beautiful smile and eyes that could make a man submit.

We took shots after shots, but I secretly tipped the bartender to replace my shots with water instead. That way, only she would be drunk, and I'd be sober.

She was already talking gibberish, and I saw it as my chance to take her in.

"Hey, are you okay?" I asked, and she looked at me with her drowsy eyes.

"Of course, dad, why wouldn't I be okay?" she slurred her words and let out a cute drunk laugh.

"Allow me to take you home," I offered.

"Home is the last place I want to be," she refused.

"Yes, but you need some rest, and you're drunk right now. Let's go," I said, grabbing her hands and leading her to my car where my men were waiting.

"Okay, dad, but will there be plantain frittata for me at home?" she whined.

"Yes, you can have whatever you want," I assured, and she smiled.

She got into the car while I got in, and she had no idea where she was. I took her hand in a bid to comfort her until she fell asleep.