Alpha Loren

Chapter 196

Our tinted-windowed car pulled up in front of the entrance to a large hotel. The number of security

guards was insane with every guest being checked and Identified before they were allowed through the

doors.

But they let Andrea straight through after taking one look at him. I followed after him but one of the

bouncers stepped in front of me.

"She's with me," Andrea said taking my hand.

The man immediately stepped aside, "Please forgive me, Señorita."

"Pretty nice party, right?" he said to me as we walked through the lobby with hundreds of people stood

in little groups talking and drinking wine. A great chandelier hung down from the high ceiling made of

hundreds of glimmering pieces of glass and two symmetrical large staircases curved around from the

top of the room on either side, each with a golden handrail and wide, marble steps.

"Let's go meet the hosts," he added before leading me up one of them and as we passed, everybody

seemed to stop and look at Andrea before quickly moving out of his way. He took no notice and only

carried on walking.

When we reached the top of the stairs, there was a mezzanine looking out over the lobby surrounded

by a barrier and more security. Inside were four or so men all in black suits gathered around drinking

champagne and chatting.

"Martinez!" one exclaimed as we entered. "Our wonderful boss."

"And this must be Loren's Luna. Ella, yes?" another added looking to me.

I nodded as a butler approached us with a tray of champagne and Andrea took two, handing one to

me.

"Ella, meet my top men, those I owe the smooth runnings of my cartel to," he said with a smile as he

placed one hand on my shoulder. "Sebastian (head of production). He runs the farms, ensures both

top notch quality and quantity and keeps the drugs running like water. Emiliano (head of export). Keeps

the stream flowing across the borders to where they gotta be, controls the logistics, makes sure no

questions are asked at the borders and that all product gets from A to B. Alvaro (head accountant),

monitors all money coming in and out the business. He's in charge of spotting any unexpected changes

in profit and sales and tracks anything suspicious to the source. No one in the business could steal

even a dollar from me without this man knowing. And finally, Sergio (head of security). Keeps the

computer technicians and hackers in line, monitors threats, trains up my men, bargains with the police

force and the government. We all have this man to thank for our lives every day."

I shook all of their hands.

"So what's your place in the business, Señorita?" Sebastian asked.

"Andrea's latest whore no doubt," Emiliano said with a grin.

"Ay," Andrea protested. "This woman saved my life yesterday."

They all raised an eyebrow and looked down at me.

"She may be small and weak but she's brave," he added. "When we were ambushed by Gustavo

Escobar's men at the border, I was shot but she helped me to safety."

"Good job, little one," Sergio said to me before looking back up to Andrea. "But please tell us you're

sleeping with her too?"

"Of course," he replied and they all laughed.

"Was there any need asking? He's young and still obsessed with sex," Alvaro said. "Will you ever pick

one girl and stick with her?"

The four men were all at least ten years older than Andrea if not twenty. Considering that Andrea was

their boss, the age gap was surprising. How on earth did he end up the head of this entire organisation

at only nineteen years old?

"Just you wait, mis amigos," he said with a wink. "Soon enough."

"Well, anyway," Emiliano said. "The people have been waiting for a speech from their boss."

Andrea grinned, drank the rest of his champagne and grabbed a spoon off the butler's tray before

stepping out to the railing of the mezzanine that looked over the lobby below.

The spoon chimed on the glass three times before silence fell in the room.

"Buenas noches, mis amigos," he began. "Estamos aquí para celebrar el éxito del cártel de Martínez,"

he then turned briefly to look at me and said, "To celebrate the success of the Martinez cartel."

His speech continued in Spanish for another few minutes before there was a huge applause and Latino

music began to play.

Andrea turned to me, beaming and took my hand.

"Hasta luego!" he said to the four men we talked to earlier. "See you later!"

He then led me back towards the stairs.

"Who are all these people?" I asked looking down at all the dancing people below.

"They are my people," he replied. "My pack if you like. The families and friends of my associates. They

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"You trust them all?" I asked.

"They have no reason to betray me and many reasons not to," he replied. "So yes. I do. But enough

about business, do you know how to salsa?"

"No," I said as we reached the bottom of the stairs.

"Then you better hope you're a fast learner," he said suddenly pulling me into his chest. "Follow my

lead."

He then took both my hands and led me to the centre of the dance floor, "You step like this okay?" he

said demonstrating what looked like a fairly simple movement of the feet and hips as he pulling me in

time with him. "Move your hips, Blanca. Don't be shy."

He then twirled me around, caught me and dipped me back so that he was leaning over me, his chest

against mine. The proximity was suffocating and I couldn't bear to look at him so I turned my face to the

side until he finally pulled me back up.

"Easy huh?" he asked putting a hand on my back and pushing me against him as he continued to

salsa.

I was doing very little as he basically dragged me around but I nodded all the same.

A few songs played before he finally stopped. We then moved from group to group as Andrea greeted

mostly in Spanish until he introduced me, always in English.

"I must teach you Español, Blanca," he said. "Especially if we are to marry."

I wasn't planning on sticking around long enough to learn an entire ass language so I didn't reply and

he led me back up to the mezzanine.

"I have an announcement," Andrea said to the butler still stood up there. "Cut the music."

He nodded and a few moments later the music silenced and every pair of eyes down in the lobby

looked up to Andrea who was leaning over the railings. He then grabbed my wrist and pulled me beside

him.

"As some of you already know, tonight I have the pleasure of being accompanied by the beautiful, Ella

Loren," he began putting a hand on my back. "Until last week, she was Luna to Alpha Leonardo Loren

of the powerful Stella pack. But now, she is by my side," he looked out into the audience, a proud smile

on his face and a dancing glint in his eye. "And I plan to keep her there. So Ella, will you seal our

companionship and do the honour of marrying me?"

He then pulled a box out from his pocket, got down onto one knee and opened the box to reveal a ring,

with a dazzling diamond.

"The choice is yours," he added, staring deeply into my eyes.

Of course, the choice wasn't mine and the darkness of his expression and sternness of his stony lips

showed it.

There was a deathly quiet across the whole party and I could feel the stare of every guest on me,

staring in anticipation.

"Yes," I said in a hoarse tone.

Andrea smiled in approval, slipped the ring onto my finger and kissed me as the guests applauded.

"Good choice," he whispered in my ear before turning out to his people and holding up my ringed hand

as they continued to clap and cheer.

"Did you have doubts I'd say yes?" I asked quietly as the cheers made it so that only Andrea could

hear.

"Not for a second," he replied. "You wouldn't dare."

For the rest of the evening, Andrea made me dance with him and then talk to all of his friends and then

dance with them until my feet burned from the uncomfortable heels and my throat was dry.

Far beyond midnight, we finally left and got back into the car.

I stared out into the streets of Bogota, watching the street lamps whizz by along with all the people

living their lives in the light of them.

"Sign here," Andrea ordered thrusting a piece of paper and pen into my hands.

"What is it?" I asked struggling to see in the darkness of the car.

"The marriage papers," he replied. "My top men already signed as witnesses. Sign your name on the

line and you'll be Mrs Martinez."

"Surely it can't be this easy?" I asked in shock.

"Depends who you are and who you know," he replied with a wink. "Stop wasting time and just sign it."

I nodded and slowly brought the pen to the paper before pausing again.

What the hell am I doing? Just letting him boss me about like this? I am Ella Jones. I don't let men do

this to me.

"Just fucking do it," he said. "I thought marriage meant nothing to you?"

He has a point. Maybe I shouldn't show him that I care and not let him 'win'.

"It doesn't," I hissed before scrawling my signature onto the paper before throwing it back at him. "Are

you fucking happy?"

"Oooh," Andrea said his face lighting up, "Calm down, babe."

"Does this amuse you?" I asked as he laughed.

He leant forward, placing a hand on my inner upper thigh and holding my head so that I couldn't move

as he kissed me, "Smile, Blanca. It's our wedding night."

I pushed his chest hard, forcing him away from me.

"Are you sure you want to fight again?" he snarled grabbing my wrists. "I don't want to have to ruin your

pretty face...again."

After that, he sat back in his seat and left me alone for the rest of the journey.

"I have a phone call to make," he said to me as we entered the house. "Wait for me upstairs."

I scowled but realising how desperate I was to take off these ridiculous shoes and squeezing dress, I

went up to the room I'd been staying in and changed into my pyjamas.

I then went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and tie my hair up out of my face. I had every intention

of going straight to bed and feeding my exhaustion with a long sleep but when I stepped out of the

bathroom to find Andrea sat silently on the bed. Considering that he'd been staying in a different room,

this was not a good sign.

But what was worse? The fact that in his hands, he held the box of birth control pills.

I stepped back towards the bathroom as he looked up at me with a raised eyebrow.

He snapped his fingers and pointed to a space on the floor in front of him.

"Andrea, I-" I started, gingerly stepping forward.

"You haven't even opened the box," he interrupted. "Which is weird because I seem to remember quite

clearly telling you to start taking them two days ago?"

I swallowed and nodded, "I know."

"So why didn't you?"

"Because I-" I began.

I stopped and he just stared at me waiting.

"Forgive me for not being eager to make it more convenient for you to rape me," I hissed suddenly

remembering that tonight I wasn't putting up with his shit.

"I see that mouth of yours is creeping back," he said. "And I find it entertaining but what I will not

tolerate is disobedience. So fucking take the pills."

"No," I said. "I won't."

He stepped forward and put his hands on either side of my face.

"You can't bare to submit can you?" he asked. "You never did for your Alpha and now you think you

won't for me, huh?"

"Why should I?" I questioned. "Why should I give you the satisfaction?"

"Because the day you stop satisfying me is the day you die, Blanca," he replied running a finger along

my jaw. "So open your mouth."

I stared up at him, not even opening it to reply as he got one of the pills out of the box.

He let out a short laugh, "Do you want me to make your life hell again?" he asked in a deep tone.

"Because we can go back to that if it's what you want."

Staring at the small pink pill in his fingers, I took a few moments to remember the wretched pain I had

experienced over my first days with him and how it had eased the more I obeyed him.

There was no sign of Leo and it looked like I was going to be here for a while. So if to make my

situation bearable the only sacrifice I had to make was my autonomy, I was going to take it.

And so I opened my mouth and when he put the pill in, I swallowed.

"I'm glad we could reach a mutually beneficial agreement," he said with a complacent smile.