Chapter 209 Chapter 209

It was hard to think with the panic screaming inside my head. Thoughts flooded into my mind in

their thousands, charging aimlessly around, blockading my reason, making it near impossible to

think straight.

Andrea was right there and in his hand the weapon that could potentially kill somebody I love. But I

was frozen right beside him, paralysed by the fear.

Pull yourself together Ella. A little voice in my head hissed. She sounded a lot like me but a version

of myself I had lost weeks ago. You're stronger than this. Don't you dare let a man make you feel

weak.

To hear the sharp, assured tone of her voice was refreshing. Somewhere, although deep inside, she

was still there.

And she was right. What had become of me?

At that moment I felt the powerful effect of my own persuasion or maybe simply just a surge of

adrenaline. Either way, it brought me to my feet and to turning to the forest.

I wasn't weak but I couldn't beat Andrea. The fact was simple. But distract him? I could certainly do

that.

"Blanca," he growled. "Get your arse back here.”

He grabbed my wrist but for once I didn't listen to his order and I didn't let him drag me back.

"Get the hell off me," I growled in the darkest tone I'd ever heard my self use.

Even Andrea seemed taken aback for a second. He stared at me dumbstruck for half a second

before his face hardened again.

He pulled my wrist down hard so that I slammed forwards into his chest and was firmly in his grasp.

"Speak to me like that one more time, I dare you," he said, squeezing my hands in an excruciating

grip.

I hesitated and he smirked before turning back out to watch the clearing and repositioning his gun.

Distract him.

"Get. The. Hell. Off. Me," I repeated this time even more intensely deep and clear.

The surprise in Andrea's eyes satisfied me. I didn't so much enjoy the slap in the face a few seconds

later but at least his hand was now on me not the trigger.

My eyes began to water from the impact but I wasn't going to cry. I held a straight face and glared

up at him as he grabbed my cheeks in his hand and glared at me with his dark eyes.

There was a sheer layer of sweat across his forehead and he squinted his long eyelashes a little as

the sun poured through the branches above us but it didn't make him any more human. He was as

cold and psychotic as ever.

"I don't know what's given you this sudden burst of confidence but you better get rid of it. I'm not

gonna tolerate this," he replied, every word slashing across his lips.

I slapped his hand off me and pushed his chest as hard as I could, "And I'm not going to tolerate

you treating me like shit anymore.”

He raised an eyebrow but I'm wasn't going to back down.

"You're challenging me, Blanca?" he asked. "Again? Do you not remember what happened last time

you tried this?"

Alessio was murdered. That's what happened.

"You plan to murder my people anyway," I hissed. "That's why we are here. What difference does it

make?"

He let out a short frustrated breath, "You're getting brave, huh?"

I didn't break the eye contact.

"Is it because you know Mr Alpha is near and you think he might protect you?" he scorned.

"Because he won't. All he's going to do is fall to the ground with a bullet in his head, leaving you

hopelessly with me forever. So unless you want the rest of your life to be hellish, I suggest you shut

up and sit down.”

He then began pulling me back to the ground but I launched my knee into his stomach. He didn't

even flinch and bar the slight exhale of air, was entirely unaffected.

He hit me again but I only hit him back across the face. I went to kick him too but this time he

caught my leg and pushed me to the ground, straddling me in the process.

He brought his hand to his lip and dabbed it with his fingers. My slap had somehow inflicted a cut

across his bottom lip that oozed blood.

He stared down at his now bloody fingers and his eyes snapped down to me. I was trapped

underneath his weight, unable to move and my heart beat fast. Not with fear or anticipation

anymore though. But instead with the pure fury that had unknowingly been building up in me for

weeks to which I had now opened the lid to and was now all pouring out.

"You are so done for," he growled.

I didn't care. His hands were no longer on the gun and his eyes well distracted from the clearing.

"What are you going to do?" I hissed, trying my best to provoke him more. "What if I'm not scared

of you anymore?"

"Then I'd be concerned that you've finally lost your mind," he replied. "You should be scared

because you know what I'm capable of.”

"You certainly have a lot of confidence,” I stated. "You think that you and your army of rogues can

beat Alpha Loren? You've already lost to him in a challenge once, what makes you think you stand a

chance, you arrogant twat!"

He suddenly grabbed hold of his gun again and held it straight to my head, "Don't say another

word," he snarled.

"Or what?" I spat in response.

His finger snapped onto the trigger. I don't know if he would have pulled it. His anger was certainly

high enough for murder and I wasn't taking any chances so I reached my hand up and shoved the

barrel off my head, causing his finger to slip on the trigger in the process and to shoot the ground.

The shot sound alone was tremendous even without the squawks of a million birds as they fled the

forest.

A few seconds later, Luciano's voice came through on the walky talky, "Andrea, they heard that shot.

Looks like they're coming in prepared.

"You've blown our cover," he hissed getting immediately to his feet and hauling me with him.

He then shouted something out in Spanish and all the men fled their stations and into the forest.

"Abort!" he shouted into his walky talky and a few minutes later the trucks were back.

"Congratulations," Andrea said shoving me into one of the trucks. "You won this time. But your

Leonardo's time will come.”