She doesn't answer me anymore. again. I also closed my Skype and closed my laptop. I smiled slightly at that. That rarely happened. However, the thought of how upset Alea is about me made me do it. Because it gave me tremendous pleasure to annoy her. But it was also so easy.
I had never spent so much time with the same woman even if we hadn't seen each other for a while. I've never had so much contact with one and the same woman. It was also something new for me. However, I liked it. I also liked that I knew exactly what was going on with her. She could never hide anything from me or lie to me. I would know right away.
With this thought, I decided to call it a day. Why was I thinking so much about Alea anyway? Maybe it was because I still had a little guilty conscience. I used them for my business. That wasn't exactly the fine English way, as the saying goes. However, not everything was played even if she claims the festival. I had fun with her on the peer that night.
Arriving in the underground car park, I sat down in my matt black Audi R8. A glance at the clock, it was just 8:00 p.m. And that on a Friday evening. Damn it.
I pulled out of the garage and accelerated down the street. I loved driving fast cars. It gives me a sense of freedom.
Just as I was about to drive onto the highway, my cell phone rang through the speakerphone. Alea appeared on the screen.
she never calls me I immediately sensed that something was wrong. My grip on the steering wheel tightened, turning my knuckles white, then I picked it up:
"Alea?"
"Thiago please help me" she said in a tearful, barely audible tone.
Something bad must have happened. My heart was racing and I clenched my teeth:
"Are you still in the office?" I want to know. "Yes" she whispered.
I had a bad premonition. Frosted. I swear to god I'll kill him if he touches a hair on her.
"I'll be there in 5 minutes" I assured Alea. Then I pressed the accelerator again. I drove through the city center at 220 km/h before I finally reached the building where Alea should be.
I parked right in front of the entrance with squeaky tires. Before I got out, I reached into the glove compartment and got my pistol. I was ready. Ready for anything.
I walked into the building, fuck I didn't even know which floor. I read on a plaque, Barnes Miami 4th floor. I immediately ran up the stairs until I finally reached the office. I opened the door for you and immediately called for Alea.
I turned off a small light at the end of the hall. With my gun in hand, I cautiously walked over. "Alea say what?" I repeated myself.
"Thiago" she finally answered quietly. The voice came from the very office where the little light was shining. I ran inside. The sight that was presented to me left even me speechless.
Alea sat with her back against the wall. Her legs were bent and she clasped her legs tightly. She was shaking all over and seemed to be in a trance. Her body was stained with blood. Her lips were also bloody and swollen. Her gaze was fixed straight ahead.
I followed her gaze and that's when I saw Matt. He was lying on his stomach on the floor behind his desk. He was wearing his white shirt which was smeared with blood. But he was no longer wearing his trousers. They hung from his ankles with his underpants. The sight of his bare, hairy ass made me puke.
It was immediately clear to me what must have happened here. And an inexplicable anger welled up in me. The one I knew Matt Barnes. Even back then in university he couldn't keep his dirty pencils down and touched women against their will. I can't believe he did it to Alea.
alea I immediately looked back at her. I had no idea how far he had come. However, she managed to knock him down.
I ran to Matt and took his pulse. He is still alive. Tough bastard. How I would like to strangle him with my bare hands. But this is the wrong place.
I pulled out my cell phone and called a number I haven't dialed in a while.
"Thiago, mi hermano" ( My Beuder) said the voice on the other end after it rang three times.
"Raul, necesito tu ayuda" (I need your help) I said and came straight to my request.
"Understood. What do you need exactly?" My brother wanted to know about me. Yes, that's right, means brother. I have a family. Some even live in Miami like me. However, we don't have much contact. I broke up with you years ago. For good reason. But family is family. my blood is the same And there's a certain part you never get out of yourself.
"I need 3 men. One to clean up and two to take him away. He's not dead. I want him alive Raul. In your basement, chained, entendido? (Got it). "
I said what I needed.
"Si, send me the address and I'll send you the men right away," he replied. In such matters I was again glad to have been born into such a family.
Now that dad was settled, I walked cautiously to Alea. I knelt right in front of her, blocking her view of Matt. I put my hands on her exposed knees.
"Alea" I addressed her in a calm tone. No reaction. "Alea, look at me, it's me" I whispered again. Nothing. I carefully took her chin in my hand and forced her to look at me. "Alea, it's me, everything will be fine okay? I'm here now" I continued to talk to her.
Her pupils changed and she blinked twice. "Thiago?" She said before she started crying bitterly. Her thin, delicate arms wrapped around my shoulders and she buried her face in the crook of my neck. She realized now that it was me.
I immediately returned the hug and wrapped her tightly in my arms. "Shhhh calm down, it's over little one" I whispered to her and kissed her head over and over again. At the same time, I gently stroked her back.
When my brother's men arrived and I briefly explained to them in Spanish what had to be done,
I pulled Alea even closer to me. "Babe it's time to go now" I whispered softly in her ear. She nodded her head slightly.
When we straightened up, I saw that she was no longer wearing panties and her skirt was hanging down on her stomach. I pulled her skirt down and slung my blazer over her shoulder. I then picked her up by putting my right arm under her squat while my left arm cupped her back. She gratefully leaned her head on my chest and closed her eyes in exhaustion.
I was seething inside. I had to hold back my anger with all my strength so as not to put a bullet in the head of this wretched wanker. But Alea now went first. My girl. What did he do to you?