THE ISLAND WOLF - EPISODE 39

Alejandro was a calm man. He was so cool and was always quiet compared to the other men in the Mexican Mafia. But the coolest was often the deadliest. He doesn’t give orders twice. Once he had said something, he would not repeat it. And if it was not carried out, the consequences were rash.
What he told those men was simply to take Avril to his room. He did not ask them to hurt her even if she tried to escape. It was a simple instruction, and they failed to carry it out. He located the men easily. They were standing in the lower living room, talking with other me. When they all saw Alejandro approaching with that familiar dark face of his, and a gun, they knew trouble was looming. They just didn’t know who made him angry this time.

“Both of you, on the floor,” he ordered while moving his gun from the first man to the other.
“Boss,” one of them called pleadingly.
“On—the—floor,” he gritted. The men gently laid face down on the floor. The other men in the room moved away. Alejandro pointed his gun at their legs and shot two bullets each into both legs. They screamed and wriggled on the floor in pain.

“What was my order to you?” he asked but they did not answer. They continued to groan. Alejandro angrily stamped his foot on the places he shot them. Keep in mind that he wore heavy boots. The men screamed again and rolled on the floor.
“Please, boss. Please,” one of them pleaded.
“Answer the question,” one man from the group of men said.
“You…you asked us to—” he breathed in and out before continuing. “—to take the girl to your room.”
“Anything else?” Alejandro asked.
“No, boss,” they both answered.
“Why is she having blood on her body? Why did you raise a fucking fist on her!?”
“We are sorry. Please, have mercy,” they pleaded.

Alejandro scoffed and shifted the direction of the gun to their heads.
“Please…boss,” the first man pleaded, though he knew it would be worth nothing. One of the reasons why the second man did not beg.

“Stop! Stop right there!” a woman’s voice rang. Every single eye in the room turned to the top of the stairs, by balcony. Every eyes including Alejandro’s and the men on the floor. Avril was standing there, still bloodied and panting heavily.
“Please, don’t kill them,” she pleaded and seeing that everyone was staying still, she raced down the stairs.
“The men are not at fault here. I am. I tried to beat them and find my way out,” she explained.

A man scoffed and said, “you, beat them?”
Avril shot him the deadliest glare and he raced a brow at her. Obviously, she was the tough one.
“I don’t know what you’re called. Alessandro or something Freddie called you. But please, don’t take a life here. Please,” she pleaded again.
Some of the men laughed quietly about how naive Avril was. They knew Alejandro was not the one to listen to anybody. But the shock on their faces when he lowered his gun and pushed it back into his trousers, was quite frightening. He had just listened to a woman. He just spared their lives.

“It’s Alejandro,” he corrected Avril. She nodded and sighed.
“Thank you, Alejandro,” she appreciated. He groaned deeply and glanced at the men still on the floor.

“I assign you to her. You’re her men from today because she’s the reason you are still breathing,” he stated and began to walk towards the stairs. He passed Avril without saying a word. The men on the floor managed to sit up and she stared at them. While the other men stared at her.
“We are sorry for beating you up,” the silent one finally spoke. Avril nodded and looked at her hands that had blood on them. She had truly entered the bathroom and tried washing the blood when she had a strong urge to go downstairs. She followed her instincts and had met the scene at the very right time. If she had been a second late, it would have been too late.

“Don’t you need to clean up?” the man who had questioned her earlier asked.
“Can you show me somewhere else? I don’t want to go back up there,” Avril said. He nodded and beckoned on her to follow him, which she did. He took her to a larger bathroom, probably the public restroom in the house. She thanked him and washed her face and arms there. Some of the wounds were still bleeding fresh blood and she dabbed toilet paper on them until they stopped. She loved herself in the mirror and prayed the slice on her face would heal and not turn into a scar. It was from the ring of one of the men.
A knock came on the door, so she left the mirror and went to open it. The same man who showed her there was the one standing.
“Yes?””
“Alejandro wants you in his room. Right now,” he said.
“Right-right now?” she stammered.
“Yes. Said I should not return without you,” he added. Avril gulped down and stepped out of the bathroom. She followed him upstairs and he left, only when she had knocked and entered.
“You…you called me?” she asked. He was dripping wet and was standing in front of the mirror, toweling his hair. He wrapped a towel around his waist too.

“I want you to know that what I did today was a favor for you. I do not like being interrupted like that. Neither will I spare you next time if you meddle in my business,” he drawled in his usual calm voice and his Mexican accent.

“Yes, sir,” Avril mumbled.
“Also, I made a man rich because of you and I don’t intend to let you escape. You won’t be able to escape from me because I own Tijuana. And if you even attempt it, I won’t kill you. But you will beg for mercy.”

Avril’s legs suddenly began to wiggle a little. She was scared so much she wanted to pee.
“I bought you for a reason. Now, get on the bed and let me utilize my money,” he ordered and turned around. Avril staggered backwards in fear when she saw his face. He looked tensed and still angry. He was a very hairy man but his hair was silky and hugged his body. Avril’s eyes averted to the bulge in his towel and gasped. Freddie had said she would regret not sleeping with him. Because she would pray her master was soft on her.

“Please, I’m begging you. Don’t do this to me. Please, Alejandro,” Avril begged.
“Should I undress you myself? You might not like that,” he stated and her tears flowed down her eyes. She realized she was in a mess she couldn’t get out of. Her friends were also in this same mess. If she wanted to get out of this alive, then she had to play along.

“I will undress myself,” she said with a bolder voice and removed her shirt.
“That’s my girl,” Alejandro cooed as he watched her remove every piece of clothing on her until she was left in her undies.
“Get on the bed,” he ordered in a much darker tone of voice. She exhaled and walked to the bed then climbed in. He followed after her, climbed the bed and removed his towel leaving him totally naked in front of her.