The Black Dahlia (Cartel Series #1) ✔️

60. A Desperate Call

Alejandro

I feel used

No

I feel used like a tissue paper and then dispose off. I Alejandro Martinez from whom the whole Mexico fears. People starts shaking in fear by just hearing my name is been used.

How could I, Alejandro Martinez, a man feared by many, be made to feel so disposable, so insignificant?

The laughter bubbled up from deep within me, but it was anything but jovial. It was a bitter, mirthless sound, tinged with the sharp edge of self-mockery.

I am been used and I have no one to blame but myself for my condition. The bitter irony of it all was not lost on me. I had known from the beginning that Gabriella would be the source of my downfall, and yet I had been powerless to resist her pull, like a moth drawn inexorably to the flame.

And I should chasing her but like a freaking fool I can't stop myself from going behind even after she used me and threw me out of her life like a tissue paper.

I was discarded

She again left me like one blows off specks of dust settled on the centuries of old books.

As I paced back and forth in the room, a whirlwind of anger and frustration churned within me, threatening to consume me whole. Each step I took echoed with the weight of my emotions, the relentless rhythm of my pacing a reflection of the turmoil raging within.

With each passing moment, I felt the memories of our shared kiss linger on my lips, a bittersweet reminder of the intimacy we had once shared.

It's so easy for her to leave me even after all the thing I have done for her. It's so easy for her to forget everything and move on.

Can I blame her for that? No

Because she never forced me to love her it was me who fell for her even after knowing the end result. We can never be together that's true but still I hope to have her by my side again. And I will get her by crook or hook.

She is mine to love and destroy and no one can take her away from me.

Just wait Gabriella this time if I get you I won't let you go no matter what happens. Run as much as you can but I will get you at any cost. And it's promise.

As my mind raced with a tumult of thoughts and emotions, a sudden interruption jolted me from my reverie. At first, I wasn't sure if I had heard correctly-a muffled scream, barely audible but unmistakably present.

Instinct kicked in, overriding the haze of confusion that clouded my mind. Without a second thought, I moved towards the source of the sound, my senses on high alert.

As I stepped out into the empty and dimly lit corridor, a shiver of unease ran down my spine. The darkness seemed to press in around me, casting long, ominous shadows that danced along the walls.

For a moment, I considered the possibility that the muffled scream I had heard was nothing more than a trick of my imagination. But then, as I turned to retreat back to the safety of my room, my eyes caught sight of something glinting in the dim light. Curiosity piqued, I moved closer, bending down to examine the shiny object lying on the floor near the window.

As I picked up the shiny object from the floor, my heart skipped a beat as recognition dawned upon me. It wasn't just any shiny object-it was Gabriella's silver purse, unmistakable in its design and familiarity.

A surge of mixed emotions washed over me as I held the purse in my hands, memories of Gabriella flooding back with startling clarity. I remembered the anger in her eyes as she confronted me, the frustration evident in every line of her face as she hurled her purse onto the bed in a fit of rage.