Claustrophobia. chapter four

Alejandro's pov.

“It's cramped up in here..” I complained.

His entire weight was pressed up against me and we both took in the same air.

“Well it's a safe space built for one person in mind.” He replied.

“Why don't you leave, after all you're the one who's quite handy with guns.” I scoffed.

“Quiet, you'll expose both of us.”

From where we hid, we could hear the conversation of those who were outside, “they must have gotten away.”

“I doubt, I am very certain that they came here, where else would they go?”

“They have to be in here.”

“Search the entire room, remember our orders, kill on sight!”

I could hear them scatter things from where we hid, the shattering sound of glass made me wonder how daft they could be.

“We've checked everywhere.” A thick voice announced

“The closet,try there.”

I panicked, my chest heaving as I started feeling claustrophobic.

“Get me out!” I muttered in fear.

“Keep it cool, be calm.” The stranger said softly, “we are safe here.”

I was not having that, “Get me out of here!” I yelled.

“You're going to…”

“I want to go! I hate it here!” I said as I clawed at him, my nails drew blood from his face as I struggled, “I hate small spaces, I am scared.”

He looked me deep in the eyes, confused on what to do. I was sorry for that,but I was willing to take whatever or whoever it was on the opposite side of that door than being confined here.

“I think I hear something.” One of the voices outside said.

“Be careful,” another warned. What followed was a click of a gun and slow calculated footsteps.

“Fuck it…” the stranger muttered as he came in slowly at me, taking me by Surprise, his lips melted into mine.

I could feel his heartbeat sync with mine, or rather I could feel mine sync with his.

His lips were soft but the way took control of mine was the exact opposite.

He needed to consent, I surrendered, my lips gave way as his tongue made its way into mine.

Suddenly the secret closest was no longer choking me, it had become an endless space where all that mattered was the very man I tried to get away from.

He grabbed on to my arms for balance and I could feel my body go crazy at his touch.

I could feel every wall that I had built against intimacy melt.

“Umm” I moaned as he pulled away from me. Embarrassed, my eyes remained closed but it did nothing against the blinding lights that broke through the secret door

………………….

“Master Miguel…oh, I had no idea that you would have a visitor.” The man who was dressed as a butler spoke.

“I'm sorry Pedro, I had to bring him here, something ain't right, besides,he wasn't the only guest I had here.” Miguel answered

“They had to leave, and from the look of things, I can guess that they did not come to say hello, what did they want?” Pedro took one look at me, “you brought him here? It's no wonder they came looking for you.”

“Who?” I asked.

“I did get instructions to end him from the manor but now I feel it's more than that and I need to get to the bottom of this.”

“What do you mean?” Pedro asked, “you know your father does not take lightly to you disobeying his orders.”

“What could I have done, I had barely gotten to him when they rushed in on us, they barely had time to do anything.”

Miguel paused as he walked up to me, “you're going to tell me all I need to know.” He said as he pushed me back to a chair and snapped his fingers at Pedro who for some strange reason had ropes nearby.

“The fuck is going in here?” I cursed as I resisted them.

‘be still!” Miguel ordered as he slapped me on the face.

I spat in his face, no man ever hits me. That was one insult I wouldn't take.

“A feisty one young master, would you like me to take over from here?” Pedro asked.

“It's fine Pedro, I am done, there's no need for any more violence. I need him to co-operate, besides, I want to take him to the manor, I think the reason for this attack is so they can bring him to my father. He must be so important that they want him for themselves.”

“I don't think that's wise young master,the last thing you would want to do after this is return back to the manor, besides do you think he is worth it?” Pedro asked.

I just sat there like some statue, reflecting on the mind blowing moment I had there In the closet with this man and how they led up to this moment.

“would someone tell me why I am here?” I yelled, “and most importantly, I would like some blood flow in my wrists, the least you could do is kill me quickly rather than subject me to such slow torture.” I continued.

“a muzzle would work greatly in this situation, it is no wonder the mafia is after you!” Pedro snapped

“Woah, old man!” I retorted angrily.

Without a word, Pedro reached out into his pocket and pulled out a gun, small, with gold plates, not a typical weapon but at least it could kill. The gun clicked as he took a look at Miguel.

“I'm guessing that's permission to go ahead and shoot me?” I asked.

“No, loud mouthed man, it's more of a “if you won't shut him up I will” warning.” He answered.

Miguel got in-between the both of us, “that's enough Pedro, we would need to return back to the manor and I am going to need some supplies and so is he.”

“A new identity and a lot of rest.” He said.

“As for a new identity I have a couple ideas on how to give him a facelift…” Pedro sneered, “a couple cuts here and there should be enough to disfigure him–.”

“Hell no old man,” I spat, “ I'd rather die than let you touch me, And as for you.” I turned to Miguel, temporarily forgetting the blissful moment I had with him,

“you had better answer my question, what's happening, why did you kidnap me and bring me here, and most importantly, who are those guys that keep following you everywhere?”

“Take him to a room, I need to rest and I am sure that he needs to. I know that life is going to be very hard for him from here on out.”

………

“Let go of me!” I yelled as I was dragged by Pedro.

“Don't think I would not cross the young master by killing you, just behave.”

He kicked the door to a room and flung me inside, “you'll find all that you need in here, do not waste any time,you have an hour to get dressed and ready.”

“Well, I am still tied up–”

“Shut up!”

He loosened the knots and walked out the door, “and don't think of escaping, it's only going to be a futile effort.”