When we got back to the house, we were greeted by a whole group of men that had been previously just lurking around the house, carrying big guns and keeping an eye out.

Most of them were tattooed and rough looking, others were younger and clearly new but they all wore huge smiles and let out leary cheers as Andrea got out the car.

His lips curled into a smile, "La victoria es nuestra! The victory is ours!"

One man came up to Andrea and shook his hand, "Felicidades, Señor."

Andrea laughed and pulled him into a hug, "Ayy, gracias Paulo."

"Someone get the tequila," he ordered releasing the man from the hug.

There was another huge cheer and the men began heading up the steps to the house.

Andrea slapped his hand around my shoulder and kissed my cheek before we followed the men inside, "You like tequila, my love?"

I shrugged and he led me up into the house and then into the kitchen where shot glasses of tequila were already being poured.

Andrea picked two up and handed one to me and waited a few moments until each of his men had one in hand.

"To Caracas," Andrea announced holding his glass up.

"To Caracas," they responded and all drank.

I particularly feel like drinking to the deaths of a hundred people but not wanting to draw any attention to myself, I did. It was strong and burnt my throat but I forced myself to swallow it.

"You like it, Blanca?" Andrea asked. "Huh?"

He then reached forward and began pouring me another.

"Oh no-" I began.

"Humour me," he said giving me the glass.

I took it and knocked it back again but this time the strength soothed me.

Andrea smiled in satisfaction. His eyes then drifted down to everything the dress didn't cover and flashed with black.

"Vuelve al Trabajo. Go back to work," he said to his men and they all picked up their guns and filtered out in different directions.

He watched them as they assumed their guard positions in various places in the garden or at the front of the house before turning back to me.

"Vamos," he said taking my hand. "Let's go."

He led me towards the stairs. I knew his intention and it made my heart pound and my mind searched for an escape route. But the tequila already clouded my thoughts and created a blockade to reason.

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