THE ISLAND WOLF - EPISODE 45

Avril curled up on the seat and rested her head on the headrest. Alejandro walked around the car to the other side, opened the door and sat in. She looked at him and still saw that angry, dark and devilish look in his eyes. The first time she saw that look, she was lying on the floor after being beaten by his men. The injuries and bruises she sustained were not even healed yet and she had received worse beating already. She wondered why Alejandro was angry because obviously, it wasn’t with her. Somehow, she knew he did not like seeing her hurt. Was it because of the money he paid for her and he did not like to see her unhurt? If someone purchased something new, he or she would get angry if someone else tarnishes it. Was that the case with Alejandro?

“You are bleeding,” he spoke up and she looked at him.
“Yes,” she said and sat properly. She pulled down the airbag and looked at the mirror there. Her face was a mess. She was bleeding from both nostrils, her lips were bursted, her eye was slowly turning purple and was swelling over.

“Take,” he placed a pack of tissues on her thigh and she breathed out through her mouth. She pulled out a tissue and looked into the mirror again. She wiped the blood from beneath her nose first, then folded the tissue and dabbed the top of her nose. She dropped the used tissue and used another one to clean her bursted lips.

“Where were you?” he finally asked.
“I… I wanted to see Nana,” Avril asked.
“Nana came looking for you after I showered and got dressed. I thought you were downstairs so I didn’t bother to look for you. It was when Nana began to search the house that we discovered you were missing.”

“I… I didn’t see her at her place. So, I just strolled around.”
“Strolling around in Tijuana. Cool.”
She looked at his expressionless face. That darkness had faded but there was still no sign of light in his eyes.
“I’m sorry. I was stupid,” she apologized again and tears began to prick her eyes.
“You left the house this afternoon, where have you been? It’s night already,” Alejandro asked and took the turn that led to his house.
“I was being pursued by two drunks and I had into a shop. I didn’t know it was a sex shop. This man, he sprayed something that knocked me out. I woke up this evening and…” she trailed off because she did not know how to explain the next part. And Alejandro had already driven into the garage and heading for the underground parking lot.

“And?” he asked and she gulped down painfully. Her throat really hurt.
“They were sex maniacs,” she began as he parked the car.
“They spread my legs and pinned me down. They had a bag full of sex toys to use on me. One blue haired freak wanted me to give him a blow job and I—”

Tuckum!

Avril flinched as she heard the sound of a cocked gun. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat as Alejandro’s eyes returned to that devilish look. His eyebrows creased and thick lines formed on his forehead.
“Alejandro,” Avril called with a frightened voice. Was he going to shoot her? Why did he have a gun?
“And?” he pressed on. Avril stared at the gun then at Alejandro’s face.
“Please, I didn’t do anything with them. I bit off his p.enis when he brought it to my mouth. I fought against them and stabbed them with a scissors then escaped. Please, I didn’t do what they said,” she blurted out in fear. Alejandro blinked his eyes repeatedly and let out a deep sigh.

“Did you think the gun was for you?” he asked in his usual calm voice. Avril nodded frantically.

He smirked and removed the bullets in it.
“It was not meant for you. Just a reflex action,” he added.
“Oh,” she breathed out and leaned on the seat.
“You need to clean up first, then I’ll ask some more questions. I need to know the bastards that laid a hand on you,” he gritted.
“And do what? Kill them?”
He chuckled deeply that it didn’t even seem like a chuckle but an evil groan.
“There are some things worse than death,” he replied and opened the door. He got out and Avril tried to open hers too. Her knuckles were so weak and did not exert the force she needed to open the door. Alejandro did that for her and took her hand. He pulled her out gently and wanted to carry her up again.
“No,” Avril stopped him.
“I can walk,” she said and he furrowed his brows.
“It is a long way upstairs to my room,” he said.
“Why can’t I just get my own room?” she asked and he frowned .

“We talked about that. I said no. Now wrap your hand around my neck,” he said in a tone that clearly showed he was not requesting her to do it, but giving her an order. She sighed and wrapped her hands around his neck. He carried her up and walked to the elevator, pressed the buttons and entered.

Less than two minutes later, they were at Alejandro’s floor. He carried her to the front of his room, and pushed his door open. As he walked in with her, Avril thought he was going to drop her on the bed. But he went straight for the bathroom. He entered and placed her gently in the bathtub.

He stood still and ran a hand through his hair frustratingly. He was trying hard to hide his anger from Avril but it was not working. He had the urge to spill blood. Seeing Avril’s blood on her body made him want to drain every ounce of their own blood. They also wanted to sexually molest her. Ah, God knows he would have placed them on a table and cut their private parts with crude implements.

He looked down at Avril again. She was looking so innocent and in pain. The man who was punching her and almost choked her to death was being taken care of by his men.
“Why am I in the bathtub please?” Avril asked, snapping him back to the present. He grunted and removed his brown jacket. He was wearing only a white sleeveless vet. He squatted beside the tub and ripped off Avril’s feeble dress. She gasped and covered herself.
“Did you realize you’ve been showing your cleavage ever since?” he asked and tore the dress down. He pulled it off her body, leaving her in her undies and the bra.
“They tore my dress” Avril answered.
“And touched you there?”
“Yes,” she mumbled. He grunted again and threw the torn dress on the floor. He ran the water and it began to fill up and cover her body. It was warm and not hot.

“Can you remove your bra?” Alejandro asked. She tried to bend her hands to her back but her arms didn’t let her. They were so heavy and couldn’t go all the way. Alejandro noticed and reached forward, unbuckled it and threw it on the floor. He stood straight and turned around to grab a small towel. That was when Avril noticed the tattoo on his leg, a sleeping wolf. She gasped and covered her mouth.
Alejandro looked at her.
“That tattoo. How did you get it?” she asked.
“From a tattoo artist?”
“It’s a wolf.”
“No, a dog. The symbol of The Lucien Brothers,” he stated but Avril did not believe him. She did not want to believe Alejandro was completely ordinary, even though he was.