I spent the next afternoon back in the warehouse. He didn't tie me up this time but he still sat watching me. After I uncovered his novice tequila plan, he made no further advances on me, especially since I was doing a fairly good job of appearing sober.

About an hour later, a man, practically a boy, came rushing through with a phone in his hand.

"Señor, es importante," he said holding out the phone to Andrea.

"Watch her," he ordered gesturing to me as he took the phone and left the warehouse.

The boy nodded and stood bolt upright and motionless. He looked tense and for whatever reason obviously desperate to please Andrea.

"Who was on the phone?" I asked.

"Yo no hablo inglés," he replied.

I would guess that that meant something along the lines of 'I don't speak English'.

"Quien...teléphone," I said trying to repeat my previous question in Spanish. As I've said before, my Spanish is ropey.

"Yo no puedo decir," he replied.

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion and he brought his finger to his lips and then shook his head as if to say 'I can't say'.

Jesus Christ. What did Andrea do to deserve loyalty? Or maybe it wasn't loyalty, maybe it was just fear.

Fifteen minutes later, Andrea returned and strode towards.

"I have something, I'd like you to do for me," he said tying a blindfold over my eyes before he grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet. "Come with me."

We were soon back in the car with Pedro driving and far enough away from the warehouse for Andrea to remove my blindfold.

After my eyes had adjusted to the light again, he lifted his suit jacket and withdrew a gun from his belt before pushing it across the back seat of the car towards me.

I looked down at it with wide eyes and then up to Andrea.

"You're giving me a gun?" I asked. "I thought I was your prisoner?"

"Sweetheart you are," he said running the back of his forefinger along my cheek. "Think of this as a test. If you pass, you will earn a little more freedom. If you fail, you will receive punishment."

"What do you want me to do?" I asked.

"Take this gun, go to this location," he said giving me a slip of paper and some coins. "And ask for José. Tell him that I sent you and he'll give you something. Then go to the pay phone and call this number. Bring it back to me before nightfall and I will not make you spend another night in the warehouse."

"Where will I spend the night?" I asked wondering if it was going to be any better.

"I guess you'll just have to wait and find out," he said before roughly pulling me onto his lap.

I let out a tiny gasp with the surprise of his sudden movement and once again I felt the pain of being so close to a man that wasn't Leo.

"But I'm sure you have a pretty good idea," he said kissing my chest. "Oh, and if you fail or try to escape from me, I will have you hunted down before killing you...after getting what I want from you, of course. So let's do this the right way, yes?"

"And what if I don't like the sound of either option?" I asked with my most flagellant smile.

I ran my fingers through his hair as his hands drifted from my waist to my hips.

"You drive me insane, Blanca," he said kissing my neck. "But you can't decline my offer."

"So is it really an offer?" I asked brushing a thick strand of hair from his eyes.

"It was until you said no," he answered as I felt his hand slip up my shorts.

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