Little Dark One

62 - intoxication

Keira

"How are you alive," I whispered when he pushed open an ornate set of double doors and led me into a suite built for a queen.

"I can see you're shocked, Mi Amor, you didn't really think you could kill me, did you?" His tone was mocking and cruel, no different than he used to be once I foolishly let him into my heart.

"You have no faith in your husband. I wore a bulletproof vest, of course. I'm not a complete idiot." He scoffed.

"You are not my fucking husband." I hissed, pulling out of his hold. I was rewarded with an immediate backhand to my face, sending me crashing to the floor.

Alejandro knelt next to me as a sob fought to break free. Pain radiated from my cheek and shoulder I landed on. I could feel fresh blood coat my hands from the ties on my wrist.

"Watch your fucking words. Your little boyfriend might have tolerated disobedience, but I will not. You will treat me with respect, and in return, I will give you anything you wish." He smiled as if he was offering me the world on a silver platter.

"What about freedom?" I challenged.

He laughed. "Anything but freedom, Mi Amor. I have worked hard to get you back, I will never let you go again." He vowed.

I closed my eyes and fought the scathing insults I so desperately wanted to throw in his face. He was right, Tommy would tolerate my disobedience and never hurt me physically because of it, but Alejandro would. He always had and he always will.

"What do you want, Ale? Why am I here." I whimpered, succumbing to the pain radiating throughout my whole body.

To my surprise, he pulled a switchblade out of his pocket and cut my wrists free. He pulled me up into a sitting position and caressed my swelling cheek as if it hurt him to see me in pain. What a fucking lie that was.

"I want you to be my queen, Amor. You have no idea how much I've missed you, how much I've craved you. I couldn't allow Knox to have what was mine. You are home now, I will take care of you just as I always have." He murmured, brushing my matted hair out of my face.

I froze under his touch, cringing with each brush of his fingers. I couldn't stop the stab of agony every time Tommy's name was mentioned. I was a chess piece between men desperate for power and control. If I wanted to escape this new prison, I would need to play the game of my life. I would rather die than live in the unhinged grasp of Alejandro.

I found myself wishing Tommy wasn't who he turned out to be. Maybe I was unfair, maybe I should have been more understanding instead of believing every word he said. I shut off my dangerous thoughts before a sliver of hope could spread. Tommy and Alejandro were rivals. I was naive to think I meant nothing to Tommy. I was leverage against his biggest enemy and he used me until he got bored. It was dangerous for me to hope I meant anything more.

Alejandro dropped his hand and I finally exhaled the breath I was holding. He stood and strolled through the room, taking it all in. I finally had a chance to register the completely over the top decor.

A large canopy bed sat in the center of the room, lush with jewel toned bedding. Deep purple curtains flowed from the ceiling, providing a level of privacy. The wallpaper was dark with flecks of gold and wrapped around the entire room with no interruptions besides the two doors. One that we just entered through, and another I assumed led to the bathroom and closet.

There were no windows, which meant little to no chance of escape. I found myself scanning the room in search of anything sharp and came up empty.

Alejandro must have noticed the disappointment on my face because his morphed into a smirk. "You won't find anything to harm yourself with, Amor."