Page 77 of Game of Revenge

“There is a third one.”

Alejandro suddenly got up from the bed. He seemed furious, and I didn’t understand why he was reacting so aggressively. He looked like he had gotten stabbed.

“That's not possible. We searched every inch of that office.”

“It's very well hidden, but it’s there. He thinks no one knows about it.”

I wrapped the bedsheet around myself fully and got up after him.

“I don’t want you involved in this,” he said as he turned to face me.

“I don’t understand…”

“Forget you said anything,” he said as he grabbed my arm to force me to look at him.

“Well, what do you want exactly? Richard is not going to hand you the diamonds, Alejandro, and I want to help you avenge your brother.”

Alejandro looked confused for a bit, but then his features softened. He understood. He grabbed my head and kissed me.

“I’ll find another way.”

“What other way? You told me that it’s impossible to break into his house now, and I am telling you I know where they are in his office, and I can get them for you.” He shut his eyes for a second, as if in pain, trying to keep his composure.

“I said no! That fucking asshole clearly will stop at nothing to satisfy his greed, including killing YOU! I will NOT put you in danger like that!”

“But—”

“This is not up for discussion, Amelia,” he declared coldly.

I was frustrated, but I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t think I would be able to convince him—not right now. He wanted to protect me, which made my heart swell, but he was being overly protective. There was no other alternative. This wasn’t over.

Seemingly satisfied by my silence, Alejandro left me alone. Dolores must have been waiting for an appropriate moment, because as soon as he left, she knocked. I rushed to put my nightgown on before letting her in, but by the smile on Dolores’s face and her slightly red cheeks, I knew she knew Alejandro had spent the night, and frankly, I was too happy to hide it.

I quickly showered, put on a nice white, long, airy dress, which accentuated my breasts, with an audaciously low back. I felt the right amount of naked. My body was already in dire need of Alejandro’s touch again, and I wanted to feel attractive, to entice his desire for me and feel his need burn through me again and again and again. I resisted any attempt of my brain to try to reason with me, to urge caution. I didn’t want to.

I spent my entire life being cautious, tiptoeing around what made others happy, including losing part of who I was. I wanted this for me, for once, even if it would eventually end. I detangled my bouncy curls and let them loose, enjoying the slight highlights the sun had added.

I went straight to his room, but he wasn’t there, so I went downstairs. I found him on the phone, pacing and shouting in Spanish. When he saw me, he hung up. He clearly didn’t want me to listen to his conversation.

“Everything okay?”

“Yes, yes, it was just Mathias.”

“That didn’t sound like a very friendly conversation,” I noted.

“He’s getting impatient. Our arrangement doesn’t really serve him anymore at this point.”

“So he won't give you the video?”

“We'll see,” answered Alejandro coldly, clearly choosing unilaterally to end the conversation.

I rolled my eyes but resisted the urge to say anything.

“Anything from Richard’s end of things?” I insisted.

“No. As of this morning, he passed on the negotiations to George,” said Alejandro with a hard voice.

“George? Oh God, he must be so worried.”