She Belongs To Him

Chap. 108: Sebastián Martín's Confession

• Lane West & Katie Fairfield outfits above •

Sebastián Martín slowly turns around and closes the curtains to the lounge room. Sweat rolls down his his temple. He straightens his posture, his face firm. The Latino man looks to the young prostitutes, his eyes cold.

"Leave us!" He shouts at them, clapping his hands together.

The prostitutes all whine in terror, rushing out. Martín makes eye contact with Gabriella, whose eyes are filled with great sadness. He glares at her before stretching a yellow smile.

"Is here good news for me, mi pequeña hija?" The Latino man slowly nods to her, noticing that Alex still stands in place. Her eyes locked on the blonde secured in Lane's lap. "Alex, I dismissed you."

The heavyset brunette nods, her curls bouncing. She stalks Katie as she leaves, spite in her eyes.

"Were you served?" Martín asks simply, wondering about the hospitality his waitresses had given.

"A bunch of bullshit, yes." Lane holds the gun on Martín, his eyes filled with fire. "The jig is up. You sent two nitwits to spy on me and that's going to cost you."

The color in Martín's face leaves him. He gulps the spit in his mouth. His hands begin to shake.

"Por favor, Señor West-" the Latino man begins.

Lane raises his gun to the ceiling and fires. Katie buries her face into the side of Lane's head, an arm wrapped around his neck. The majority of the girls and some of the men from the gang cries out in terror and shock, all cowering in their seats.

Lane motions with his gun for his gang to hold Martín down. Axel, Jett and Max then ambush the Latino man. Axel forcefully puts Martín's hands behind his back, kicking the back of his knees so he falls down to his knees. Max takes out a knife and holds it to his throat. Jett takes out a pair of handcuffs he had found on one of the girls, cuffing Martín's wrist.

Lane turns his head and gently kisses the corner of Katie's naturally pink lips. He taste the saltiness of her tear stained cheeks. He rubs circles on her back as he lays his head against hers, his eyes full of ice. He looks back at Martín, whose teeth are visibly gritted.

"You wanted the inside scoop of what it was like to be head of this kingdom, didn't you?" Lane growls, one hand gripping the gun and the other grasping Katie's soft, pink, leather coat. "You stick your nose in someplace you shouldn't have. You disrespected my authority and you disrespected my trust."

Martín cries out. "It wasn't me! It want me, Señor West! Lebedev put me up to it!"

Lane freezes, his body stiff. He tilts his head back. His chest beginning to rise and fall heavily. Katie looks to her lover then, seeing his anger boil under the surface.

"Are you telling me that-"

"Lebedev wants the girl dead!" The Latino man cries out, hissing at the pain of the cuffs on his wrist. "He says you have bad judgement! Th-That w-we nee-need a new l-leader!"

Lane's grip on both the gun and Katie tighten even more. He nods to Max. She takes the knife off his neck, grabbing the back of his hair to straighten his neck up. Martín stares at the crime lord in terror, tears flowing down his cheeks.