Chapter 2 Episode 2

-Tristan-

I drove through the gates of the warehouse, waving to my paid guards as I sped by. They were heavily armed and on the top of their game. I slammed on the brakes, almost forgetting to turn off the car before I got out.

"¿Dónde está la chica?" I demanded.

Diego used his thumb to point behind him. "Ella está ahí, senor."

"Why the fuck didn't you leave her?"

Diego's face paled. "She knew how we were. Saw an exchange. She'd report us."

I clenched my teeth and shook my head. "So your genius idea was to bring her here?"

I waved my hand in the air. There was no point in questioning Diego. It was already done. Now I had to clean up the mess.

I pushed past him. "Let me speak to her."

Carl opened the door and flicked on the light. It hummed, slowly growing brighter and brighter. I narrowed my eyes and was surprised by what I saw.

The woman wasn't anything like I expected. She was feminine and pretty, with soft brown hair and green eyes. She was thin and athletic, with muscular legs that looked so smooth, begging to be touched. She was wearing a tight black and red dress that had ridden up. I could see half her ass cheek.

Was she not wearing underwear?

Warmth tingled the tip of my dick.Fuck.

"Take that off," I said to Diego. He stepped in, and she thrashed away, unable to get up since her hands and feet were tied together. Diego grabbed her harshly, and I had to fight the urge to tell him to be careful.

I blinked. Why did I care? And why was I feeling hot and bothered by watching her squirm around? My eyes dropped from her face to her thighs. Her dress moved again. I licked my lips. I caught a glimpse of a black thong.

Diego stepped back, and she caught me staring. She bent her legs, doing her best to cover herself. "What the fuck do you want from me?" she spat in English.

"¿Qué haces?" I repeated, still speaking Spanish.

"I don't know what you're saying!" she cried. "Please, just let me go! I won't say anything, but that doesn't fucking matter. It's not like you can understand me anyway."

"Just get it over with," she said, tears pooling in her eyes. "Just rape and kill me and get it over with."

I looked at her and spoke in English, "I might be a very bad man who does very bad things, but I'm no rapist."

She looked up at me and blinked. "You speak English?"

I laughed. "Of course I do."

She pulled her lips over her teeth. "Let me go. Please. I won't say anything to anyone."

I ran my hand over my hair and sighed. "I can't do that."

"Please," she begged.

"No."

She shook her head and blinked. Tears rolled down her cheeks. I didn't like crying women. Something about them made me uncomfortable.

"Who are you?" I asked her.

"Ellie."

"Do you have a last name, Ellie?"

"Yes," she said. "Morgan."

"You're awfully chatty."

She glared at me again. "You're going to find this out anyway. Might as well speed up the process."

She closed her eyes and pressed her trembling hands against her face. "If you're going to kill me, just do it. And do it quick."

I shook my head. "I have no reason to kill you...yet."

"Then what are you going to do with me?" she asked.

"I'm not sure," I said, narrowing my eyes. I should kill her. It made sense. But I find myself untying her.

"Come with me," I said.

"No."

"I won't hurt you if you listen," I promised.

Ellie let out a snort of laughter. "Why the fuck won't you? You kidnapped me, tied me up, and brought me to Mexico."

"You're not going to get away with this," she said, her voice venomous. She looked up, green eyes burning with anger. Her disdain turned me on even more. My dick began to get hard.

I laughed and shifted my weight. "We'll see about that."

Ellie straightened up and rolled her eyes. "Do you think no one will look for me?"

"No one knows about this place," I assured her. She crossed her arms and shook her head. I could feel how much she hated me. The tip of my dick ached, wanting in her pussy. I bet she was tight. I let my eyes run down her body. I wondered how long she would hold onto the hatred. I could make her want me; I was sure of it.

Fuck. I wanted her already.

"Where are you taking me?"

"To my house," I said and motioned for her to step in front of me. "Don't think about running," I said and opened the door for her.

Ellie got in and laughed. "I'm not stupid," she said. "I can see how well guarded and armed you are."

"Bueno," I said and tightened my grip on the wheel. "Now shut up and be quiet." I fired up the engine and drove back to my house.

-Ellie-

I closed my eyes and let out a shaky breath. I was scared shitless, completely terrified, but I'd be damned if I acted like it. Now wasn't the time to panic. Freaking the fuck out wasn't going to help me in any way.

The car lurched to a stop in front of cast iron gates. I wrapped my arms around myself as Tristan drove through, headlights illuminating a winding brick drive.

The house at the top of the hill was huge. It was tan in color, with balconies along the second story and a red clay roof. It looked like a freaking luxury resort. The lawn was professionally landscaped, and underground sprinklers were misting the grass.

Tristan opened the garage and pulled in. There were four cars and a motorcycle in here. Everything was expensive and shining. He cut the engine and turned to me.

"You can get out," he said. His voice was commanding, but he seemed unsure of himself.