บททั้งหมดของ Reporting from the underworld: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Alejandro's POV.It was a long wait.Did his father walk that slow everywhere he went?.I stood at a spot, rummaging through a lot of questions in my head whilst I classified them in three categories.The first category was for questions that I could easily provide the answers to. They may not be correct, but I was able to provide an answer to them.The second was questions I would like to ask Miguel later. Questions like “what the absolute fuck was going on?” “Why does he want to see me?” “was I in trouble?” And most importantly, “did he always walk like that?”The third were questions I dared not ask aloud. I really don't know why they existed but I knew for a fact that they were not supposed to be asked.“I'll leave you two to deal with whatever rubbish this is.” Juan sneered as he grabbed a handful of food as he walked away, “Talking about poisoned food, just take a look at dinner, ruined”Soon enough it was me and Miguel all alone in a drafty dining hall and some song I couldn't

Alejandro's POV “From now on, you don’t speak unless I tell you to” he instructed, his words coming in low tones.I stopped in my tracks. This was a turn on for me even though it goes against the way I have lived my life, I always hated being told what to do, worse if you told me how to do them. I still hate that but here I was taking it all in like a good boy, like a champ.“You don’t move unless I say so. You want to stay alive? You follow me.” he barked “Then teach me how.” I said, trembling whilst wondering why I said that. I saw the way he recoiled when I said those words. It was a double edged sword after all, changing him and me at the same time.He was tongue tied and the silence that followed after proved that.I cleared my throat to get things moving as we remained silent long enough to make things awkward.“Oh, right.” Miguel snapped, “Come with me.” He grabbed my hands and pulled me with him, I made my mouth to tell him he was shirtless.“Did I hurt you?” He asked a

Alejandro's POV The engine died slowly, bringing the car to a halt. I guessed what Miguel was about to do and before I could even try to talk him out of it, he gave his instructions. “Stay in the car, and no matter what, don't come out.” His hands squeezed the semi automatic tightly in my palms, “this shouldn't be hard to use if the need arises but before you do, try to get away from here as far as possible. The map would lead you back to the house. Tell father exactly what happened immediately you get home”My heart beat quickened with fear of the unknown. But above that lived the fear of losing him just when I thought things were working out with us. I have learned enough to keep quiet now. I could only pray that nothing bad would happen to him.He stepped out of the car without another word and slammed the door gently behind him.The sound of the locks clicking only aggravated my anxiety. I took a look out the side mirror and I could see him tactically place his hand on his gu

Miguel's POV.The workshop was too small for the two of us, or perhaps I was just too aware of every inch of space Alejandro occupied. The scent of CLP oil usually grounded me, but tonight it was tangled with the smell of his skin—something warm and clean that made the back of my throat ache.Watching him struggle with the slide was a test of my own restraint. I moved in, not because he needed the help, but because I couldn't stand the distance anymore.When I placed my hands on his hips, it wasn't just to square his stance. It was to anchor myself. He was soft where I was hard, and the way he breathed—that sharp, hitched intake of air when my thumbs brushed his belt—sent a surge through me that had nothing to do with marksmanship. I forced my voice to stay level, a low vibration meant to teach, even as my own pulse hammered against my ribs.I moved to his shoulders, feeling the knots of tension. I squeezed, wanting to feel the muscle beneath my palms, wanting to pull him back agai

Miguel's POV.I winced in pain and closed the door behind me. In my haste to get to Alejandro I had cut myself on shards of broken glass.I got out my emergency first aid kit and started to clean my wound. The pain has me biting my lower lip but I had to endure and get all those shards out.Leaving them in there could cause the wound to get infected.“That looks bad,” “Perdo—”I handed him the tweezers, “thank God you are here, help me out will you?”He nodded,folded his sleeves and took the tweezers from me, “how did one simple mission turn out to be this nasty?”I groaned. His tweezers had gone too deep.“I am sorry master, I had to ensure that there was no shard there.”“It's fine,” I said, “the mission would have gone worse than this if Alejandro had not done what he knows how to do best.”Pedro brought out a tiny flashlight from his pocket and flashed it in my wound. He gave a satisfied nod and returned the light, “What else if not being an annoying brat?”I chuckled, Pedro was f