Chapter 229: An Appointment With Saint Death
I thank you all for your patience yesterday... I was in a terrible state, and well I survived. But I had to post a placeholder chapter for you all. So today there are two chapters that are released. I went back and rewrote the previous chapter to fit in with this story.
And I have released this one just now. In order for this chapter to make sense, you will have to go back and reread the previous chapter, assuming you have not done so already. Note this message is just for those with Platinum Privilege, so if you don’t have that, and did not read a chapter titled “Sneek Peek” which was a glimpse into an upcoming story, then disregard this message.
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After painfully speaking in detail about his current relationships, Alex was able to take Maria home.... After all, she had drunk so much wine, Alex honestly felt like he should have taken her to the hospital instead. But the young beauty was insistent that Alex bring her home instead.
Thus the two of them ended up at the woman’s front door, with Alex fumbling through her purse looking for the keys. After all, Maria could not linger properly walk on her own, and thus, she was leaning on Alex for support.
It was right when Alex managed to grab the woman’s keys that the two of them were jumped by a group of armed men, who drove up outside her house and drew their weapons. Alex sighed heavily and shook his head before saying something he probably shouldn’t have.
“Listen... If Isabella wants to meet with me again all she has to do is ask, do we really have to go through this bullshit every time she wants a sit down with me?”
Alex had assumed that Isabella sent these kidnappers, which was a big mistake, because they were actually sent by his rival. But before Alex could realize this, he was pistol whipped in the head and dragged into the trunk. While Maria was bound, gagged, and laid next to him...
By the time Alex awoke, he found himself once more ziptied to a chair... Sitting across from him was a horrified Maria who had suffered a similar fate... Alex had only now realized that there was a third woman in the room, who was on her knees crying, and with several cuts and bruises across her body... And that was Isabella...
Standing next to Isabella, and holding her by the hair, was none other than Angel, who only now noticed that Alex was awake. Which he was quick to comment on with a particularly smug grin on his face...
“So... The infamous El Cucuy has climbed back from the depths of hell just to join us in the land of the living... I honestly thought about having you killed, but I was listening to comm chatter, and you told me a very piece of juicy information.
It would appear that I’m not the first one to give you a proper welcome to Jalisco now am I? My darling little sister here went out of her way and did something wholly inappropriate, isn’t that right, Isabella?”
Isabella was crying, for the first time in a long time these were genuine tears. Her brother had somehow found out about what she had done to Alex, and he was a very frightening man when he was enraged. As calm as Angel might sound at the moment, his eyes were lit aflame with his inner fury.
Alex’s head was reeling. Not only had he been intoxicated when he attempted to get Maria home safely, but he had been hit in the head by a pistol and was most definitely suffering some kind of brain trauma as a result. Thus, it took him a few seconds to piece together what Angel had said.
Alex gawked at Angel as if he were looking at an idiot before taunting the man with his vicious tongue. Preaching pure hypocrisy as he did so.
“You laid claim on your own sister? What kind of sick pervert would do such a thing!?!”
Isabella, Maria, Angel, and Jorge all looked at Alex as if trying to determine whether he was serious or not with such a statement. They were all aware by now that Alex was romantically involved with family members.
Ultimately, Alex blinked at the four others in the room, before innocently asking what he had said to make them all stare at him like that.
“What? Why are you all looking at me like that?”
It was only now that Angel realized that Alex was trolling him, and was quick to respond to the man’s antics by kicking him in the face and knocking his chair over while doing so. Alex simply laughed once more after receiving this strike before mocking the man for his lack of ability.
“What just happened? Was I just kissed by a fairy? It sure felt like it!”
Angel had never been so tempted to cut a man’s throat and be done with it before in his life. He usually liked to play with his victims, but Alex was simply infuriating to torture, and thus it was Jorge who was offered to change the man’s tune.
“If you will oblige, young master... I know of a far more efficient way to make our victim scream...”
Angel took several deep breaths and exhaled accordingly before finally agreeing to the old sadistic butler’s request.
“Very well Jorge... I will leave this man in your skilled hands... I think I’m in need of a drink, I’ll be back when the show is over... Come along dearest sister... You have suffered enough for your sins... Let’s get you patched up!”
Jorge bowed respectfully to the young master, and the family princess, as Angel dragged a crying Isabella out of the secluded area, while she cried in terror and pain. Of course, this gave Alex enough time to break his own thumbs, and finesse them out of the zipties which bound him to the chair. Not that Jorge had noticed.
Thus, when Jorge approached the chair which had fallen over and supposedly contained a defenseless Alex, he wore a sadistic grin on his weathered face. Almost as if he planned to enjoy the brutal torture that he was about to engage in. He taunted Alex as he approached ever closer.
“Well... It looks like the young master has plans for the young maiden tied up next to you... But you? Not so much! Not to worry, though the young master has no plans for you, I believe that you and I can enjoy ourselves alone! Try not to scream too much before I send you to your appointment with Saint Death!”