All Chapters of Reporting from the underworld: Chapter 11 - Chapter 17

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