Andrea came into the bedroom an hour or so later after the other men had left. He peeled off his shirt and collapsed next to me on the bed. He reeked of beer and tequila and a shiny sweat was visible on his skin as he fumbled around in his belt for his gun which he then threw carelessly onto the nightstand.

"You'll feel like shit in the morning if you don't drink water now," I said after a few moments. "Even werewolves aren't immune to that amount of alcohol."

"Then get me water," he grumbled.

I got up and fetched him a large glass of water from the bathroom which he proceeded to drink the whole of.

He then rolled onto his back and gestured to his feet, "Take my shoes off."

I knealt down by the side of the bed and untied his laces before pulling the first shoe off his foot. As I reached for the other, he put his hand on the back of my neck and pushed his fingers up through my hair.

"I want you right now, Blanca," he replied. "But I'm too drunk."

I breathed a sigh of relief and continued to fumble with his shoe.

"You need to sleep," I said after finally getting his shoe off and putting it neatly by the other one at the end of the bed.

He beckoned for me to come closer to him with a hand gesture but his drunken clumsiness gave me the confidence to refuse. He glared for a few moments before lurching forward, grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards him.

I held my breath as he held my face inches away from his and stared in silence. The anticipation of his next move drove me mad, but then he just let me go, rested his head on the pillow and closed his eyes.

"Good night, Blanca," he mumbled.

I slowly stood up. He didn't stir.

Keeping my eyes fixated on him, I crept forward and took his gun from the nightstand and then crept back towards the door which was only a couple of metres away and millimetre by millimetre silently turned the knob so that the door could be inched open.

Once I had slipped into the hallway with the bedroom door securely shut, I allowed myself to breathe and press my back against the wall, trying to pull myself together. I looked down at the gun; it was only a shotgun and relatively small but my hand still shook as I held it.

What the hell am I doing? How did I get myself into this?

But there was no going back now so I took a deep breath, composed myself and whilst keeping my eye out for Andrea coming after me, ran on my tiptoes down the dark hall towards the spiral stairs that lead down to the foyer.

Just as I reached the top of the stairs, I felt something grab my arm and pull me around the corner.

"What are you doing, gringa?" a voice asked.

It was deep but less harsh than Andrea's and with a thicker accent. Although his face was mostly shadowed by the night, I could tell it was Chico, still wearing the same expressionless face.

"I-"

"Trying to get yourself killed?" he said quickly pulling the gun out of my hand and flicking the safety cap on.

"No-I-," I stuttered.

"You know what the boss would do if he found out about this, yes?" he questioned shaking my shoulders. "Why would you try this?"

"I don't know," I whispered. "I wasn't thinking."

He sighed and glanced around the hall.

"You're going to tell him?"

He looked me in the eye briefly before pushing the gun back into my hands, "Take this and put it back exactly where you found it."

I nodded frantically and let out a shaky thanks as my lips quivered.

"Don't do anything stupid," he warned before letting me go.

As Chico had ordered, I went straight back to Andrea's room and replaced the gun being sure not to wake him and then I just silently lay down on the other side of the bed, my heart beating fast. The thuds of my pulse surged in my ears along with the fuzzy hum of a high pitched note. As time went by, it became less piercing and the surging slowed. My hands also stopped shaking and I felt myself relax.copy right hot novel pub