THE ISLAND WOLF - EPISODE 49

Avril had walked into their room and she exhaled. She was tired after supervising the distribution of jewelry to the people who ordered. Alejandro owned a backroom company that sold jewelries. Illegal jewelries, either stolen or bought from a black market. He only had the expensive ones, and sold it to greedy people who did,n’t have the real prize. He made a lot of profit, because he had numerous customers who preferred to buy half the original prize from him.

Since he was out of Tijuana, Avril took over. The customers were greedy and cunning. One even requested to have sex with her and he would pay her the original amount, and she could keep the extra money to herself. She had to threaten to give him a lifelong impotency before he let her be.

Without Alejandro, she was an angry woman. Over the past six months she spent with him, she had come to feel very comfortable around him. He cared for her a lot and did not take it likely if she got hurt. He granted all her desires, as long as it didn’t meddle in his business. Avril knew better than to make Alejandro change his mind about something. The first and last time, was when she begged over Manny and Bernardo’s lives.

She walked to the mirror and looked at her face. It was pure white and had no marks or scars. Alejandro hated injuries on her skin.
She lifted her hand and smiled as her bracelet glinted. The golden bracelet that never left her wrist. She took her bath with it and even took it on missions. She still missed Dakar every single day. And sometimes, she felt a very heavy weight of guilt whenever she was rubbing hands on Alejandro’s body and in bed with him.

“It should not be you,” she would mutter in her head and cry. But she had no choice, it was her life now. Alejandro was not forcing her to be his sex slave. In fact, she was not a sex slave or any kind of slave. She was simply known as Alejandro’s woman, and feared too. She didn’t need his ring to command respect anymore.

The only problem she had in Tijuana was Arturo. He was a member of Alejandro’s Mafia family, the Lucien Brothers. And he was Nana’s master.

Arturo wanted Avril from the very day Freddie brought her. He wanted her to be the one warming his bed instead of Alejandro’s. She sometimes wondered why he was so obsessed with her. She could no longer visit Nana freely except when he was out. Once, he tried to lure her by saying he could take care of her more and make her go on vacations with him. Avril would only laugh and threaten to report him to Alejandro. Arturo feared Alejandro.

According to Nana, Arturo was not happy that Alejandro stopped the se.x or.gy the Lucien Brothers normally held. Alejandro was protecting Avril, or maybe, too selfish about her to let his brothers sleep with her in his presence. Even the thought of that, gave Avril the cringe.

She walked into the bathroom and took a cold shower to cool down her brain. As she stepped out with a towel around her chest, she met Arturo standing in the room. Her heart dropped to her feet.
“Master Arturo,” she called with a frown.
“Avril,” he drawled in his bawlish Mexican accent.
She huffed and wanted to walk back into the bathroom, but she wasn’t going to get dressed there, right?
“Why are you here?” she asked him.

“I heard Alejandro has not come back,” he said.
“You are one of his closest friends. Aren’t you supposed to know when he’s back?” she retorted.

“Hmm. Even your anger turns me on,” he grunted and began to walk close to her.
“Don’t you dare move! Not even a step closer!” she warned and he chuckled.
“Girl, I am Arturo Vermono. Do you think I would adhere to your little warning?” he asked and smirked. Avril now wished she had just entered the bathroom and shut the door.

“Please, excuse me, I have to get dressed,” she said and lowered her eyes to the floor. Despite his stupid behavior, he was still a member of The Lucien Brothers, and commanded respect.

As Avril lifted her eyes a few seconds later, she saw him in front of her and she gasped and dashed from him. But before she could go farther, he grabbed her hand and pulled her to himself. He pinned her to his body and worked on removing her towel.
“Alejandro would kill you,” she gritted and tried to kick, but couldn’t. This was Master Arturo here.

“He should try. He fu.cked my women too,” Arturo said and yanked her towel away. He pushed her to the bed but before he could take two steps, the ever familiar smug voice echoed across the room.

“In my room. On my bed. With my woman. Hmm, that’s cool,” Alejandro said from the door.