EIGHT

EIGHT

ANDRES

Everywhere was deathly silent after the gunshot. Mr Salvador stared at me with a look of alarm and also one of respect and admiration but I only had eyes for the fallen girl and her brother who had gone to rescue her from the weight of the dead meat that was my uncle.

I dropped my gun to the table and let my arms rest beside my plate as I rolled my fork between my fingers. I was mad with rage and it burned brightly behind my eyes and in my blood. You could say that I saw red, the moment my uncle held a gun to Catherina and I snapped when he began calling her a whore.

I turned to my uncle’s bodyguard who merely nodded in my direction indicating that he had no objection to his death. I still had to explain how he had died to the rest of my family but at this moment, I was in rage. My eyes darkened dangerously as Catherina was helped up by her brother, blood coating her face, her dress and hair. She had the look of someone who was shell shocked and who wouldn’t be? I had just killed a man and my uncle right in front of her, she was one to be shocked by a slap.

I took a cigarette out of my jacket and lit it, reclining into my chair as her papa bellowed at his children to sit. I made no move to continue eating but merely puffed away at my cigarette, watching her stuff her mouth with food.

It was sick of me to think her so beautiful even with the blood dripping down her raven black hair and her dress soaked in blood but I did, stirring with want at the sight of her, she was hot. I merely watched her spoon food into her mouth, not bothering to chew while her sister who was sitting beside me shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

My own papa had been like hers but cut out of a worse coat; he used to beat my mamma every day for as long as I could remember but she always prayed for him. He was ruthless even to his own family and as a child I always hid at the sound of his voice until I decided to stand for myself the next time he decided to be mean. There had been a fight that day between us and I had taken my pound of flesh from him and instead of being angry at his son, he had laughed with blood in his mouth and declared me his successor and just like that I was swept into the family business he so shielded my brother and I from.

He died during a gun fight with an enemy drug clan and I succeeded him naturally with my brother having the freedom to do whatever he wanted with himself; he had left, never looking back.

I had honestly thought my uncle was going to put the gun down at my command but it hadn’t been necessary when he suddenly started his profanities at Catherina, I just wanted him dead and his tongue cut out of his mouth for such blasphemy.

I watched her brother eat from the meal that had been set out for my uncle and if we weren’t in their house, I would have killed the bastardo and be done with it. He was the one that had set this chain of events and although, I still would have killed my uncle sooner or later because of his interest in Catherina; it wouldn’t have been under these circumstances.

The dulce nina of the Salvador clan, her news had spread far and wide and I had kind of been anticipating meeting the girl who elicited sighs from men. It was said that she preferred men with no social background and she was quick to open her legs for men who were sweet and could beg for the pussy.

I had grown sick of hearing about her, I knew her pussy was definitely overhyped and she was properly just a dunderhead born into a rich family but meeting her now I could see what they had been talking about. She had the nicest piece of ass I had ever seen and the most beautiful face, her black hair went down to her back and ended at her waist; a certain weakness of mine, I wanted to wrap my fist around its silky length.

Her eyes, it was her eyes that scarred me the moment mine set on hers; the innocence radiating in their depths and fear; I wanted to protect and shield her. A pang of irritation coursed through me at the thoughts this girl elicited in me, I wanted nothing to do with a soiled girl except of course for sex but there was something, she looked terrified.

When we bumped into each other the first time, it had been in the dark and I hadn’t been able to see her face but her scent had filled my nostrils; that sweet scent…the one she probably used to tease men to her bed and for her pleasure. I had made sure we bumped into each other again and she had glared at me; laughter bubbled in my throat at the look of pure hatred in her eyes… the dulce nina glaring at me with such murderous intent.

Her clothes told me the kind of person she was, a spoilt brat who liked to spend other people’s money and loved asking for more with her false quaint attitude and pointed heels. Her sister Audrey was the direct opposite, she sat like a man even at the table and I could see that she was doing everything she could to look unattractive. She was a stunning girl but was nothing compared to her sister Catherina who could light up any room she steps into without even knowing it.

Not like I cared who I was getting married to, I needed a wife and Audrey Salvador was the better option so why was I longing after her sister instead… her soiled but innocent doe eyed sister.