Chapter 10

Alejandro’s POV

“Boss, we can’t find her.”

My eyes snapped open. I lifted my head, which had been jerked back as I enjoyed the pleasure of the slut sucking on my dick.

The man before me froze as he gulped down saliva. My gaze lingered on him for a while before I looked down at the woman feasting on my cock.

“Get out.” I tapped her head, and she stood immediately, running off.

I tucked my pants, grabbed a glass of whiskey, and gulped it, letting it burn my throat before I turned to the man before me, who shook like a wet dog.

My plan tonight wasn’t to drag Mira to a strip club; it was to somehow get her to like me, get her into my bed, and win the bet. But Dad had to ruin my mood, and all I needed was liquor and a deep throat stripper to do her job.

Now little Mira couldn’t take the bait and head home she decided to follow a man she couldn’t keep up with, and now she’s missing?

“What do you mean you can’t find her?” I said, my voice calm but calculated.

“Boss, she was right there one second and the next…” he stuttered.

My body burned hot. “I gave you one simple instruction: don’t let Mira out of your sight. Now, where is she?” I questioned, moving closer to him.

“We saw her seated with The Viper, but suddenly we blinked and couldn’t find her anymore,” he confessed, his tone shaky.

My blood instantly ran cold hearing that name. That was the dirtiest of men in this club. His dad owned the club, and he went around drugging women and having his way with them all the time. If he truly has Mira, then…

“You dumb fools!” I hissed, grabbing the man by the shirt. “How could you let him get close to her?”

I didn’t care about Mira, but I couldn’t wish Viper even on my worst enemy. Suddenly, the hate I thought I’d mustered for her turned to fear and anger. What if he had touched her already?

Without another word to the whimpering idiot who stood before me, I rushed out, dodging a lot of sweaty bodies on the dance floor before I came to the main hall, where it was rumored he always took the women he hurt..

“Fuck, Mira!” I exclaimed, panting as I barged open many doors, but none had her in it.

“Why the heck did you have to be so stupid?”

There was one more door left for me to check, and as I pushed it open, my hands formed into fists and my teeth gritted.

He was on her, struggling to penetrate her entrance, but she kept kicking him off. Despite how weak she looked, she wasn’t going to go down without a fight.

I stormed over, yanked him off, and threw a heavy punch at his face.

“What the fuck, man?!” The Viper yelled, gaining his balance.

My eyes swept over Mira’s horrified face as she tried to cover up, and it fueled me even more.

I grabbed The Viper by the neck, pinned him to the floor, and punched my way into his face until I could see the blood spilling.

“Alejandro, stop!” Mira kept yelling, but her voice had become faint. All I felt like doing was killing this man right here for even touching her.

“Alejandro, please!” Mira cried again and this time held me from the back, and suddenly I obeyed. I stopped, looked down at the mess I’d made, and realized it was bad.

She crouched down, checking his pulse while I ran a hand through my ruffled hair.

“Leave him,” I said, but she brushed me off.

“Good, he has a pulse.” She let out a sigh of relief.

Without wasting another minute, I grabbed the bedsheets on the bed and wrapped them around her torn clothes, guiding her out of the club and into the car that waited outside.

“Drive,” I said to Manuel once inside.

The drive back home was so silent not even a pin could be heard. Mira clinged to the side window, staring blankly at the streets and not offering a word to me.

I didn’t know what to say either. What should I have said? I’m sorry for dragging you to a club and that you almost got raped? Didn’t even sound right. I didn’t drag her there, she stubbornly followed me.

Once the car pulled over at the house, she opened the door to step down, but I held her hand, earning a sharp glare from her. I followed her gaze to my hands, and they were still stained with The Viper’s blood.

“Are you okay?” I asked, my tone firm. “Do we need to see a doctor?”

She shook her head. “No.”

“Uhmm, if there’s anything you need, just let the maids know,” I added.

She rolled her watery eyes. “Is that it?”

My brows knitted. “Is that what?”

“Is that all you have to say to me?” she probed angrily.

“I mean, I saved you, and I’m asking if you’re okay. Isn’t that how things are done?”

She snapped out of my hands. “Ouuu, my savior. All hail my savior,” she mocked. “You’re such a jerk, Alejandro.”

“Are you trying to blame me for what happened?” I said, my tone stern.

“Who the fuck do you think is at fault?” she hissed. “If I hadn’t followed you as my job demands, why would I have almost gotten assaulted? Worst of all, you left me alone in a place like that.”

I sighed. “Look, I’m sorry about what happened to you, but I didn’t force you to come. You insisted.”

“Yeah, right.” Mira chuckled, a tear running down her cheek. “Look, Mr. Montenegro, my job is already difficult enough, so please do me a favor and not make it any harder.”

With that, she opened the door and rushed out.

My chest stung for a bit as I sat in the silence. What was this feeling I felt? Guilt?

Now she hated me even more. What magic was I going to use to win this dumb bet now?