Finding Forgiveness

I shrugged, “Healing is different for everyone. For you, I’d guess it would be fast so long as you get rest and eat and drink well. So no beer or smoking and you’ve gotta give yourself a break.”

“How do you know so much about this?” he asked running his fingers through my hair as I wrapped a bandage around the wound.

“I trained as a medic to help my mate’s army. True I’ve never nursed a bullet wound before but I’ve done arrows and knives,” I explained.

He looked down at me for a few seconds and grinned.

His expression then dropped and he asked, “Why do wolf packs still live in the 17th century? Why hasn’t your Alpha thought to train his men to use guns?”

“Because it’s not our way of life,” I replied fastening the bandage and looking up into his eyes. “Guns are horrible violent things.”

“Well so long as you keep that view, I’ll always have the upper hand,” he said with a condescending smirk.

“Can I remind you that you almost died today?” I asked. “There’s an artery right here,” I added pointing to his leg. “Had the bullet been two inches to the left. You’d have bled out before we even got to the car.”

He grinned arrogantly, “But it wasn’t. So luckily for you, I get to live another day.”

And for that I only had myself to blame.

Leo’s POV

“Gustavo Escobar,” I said to Blair and Luca as we stood by the car parked on the side of a road that went through Caracas, the capital city of Venezuela that we’d been searching through for days for any sign of Ella. “She said that he is a rival to Martinez and that is all.”

They looked at me blankly.

“I know it’s not much but it’s somewhere to start and somebody has to know something about him,” I continued. “And if he hates Martinez even as half as much as I do, he will help us find him and in due course, my Luna.”

“I suppose he’s gotta be pretty powerful if he’s a rival to Martinez,” Blair said. “The police might have something.”

“The police are corrupt and this man will be paying them off. They aren’t gonna tell us shit,” I replied running my hand through my hair.

“It’s worth a try, Alpha,” Luca insisted. “You don’t usually have issues getting information out of people.”

Blair shrugged, “We’ve gotta try.”

I nodded, “Okay.”

An hour later, we were in the head police station in Caracas.

“Donde esta tu jefe?” I asked striding up to the front desk. “Where is your boss?”

The man looked up at me from his low chair behind the desk and I stepped closer,? resting my arms over the desk, and raised my eyebrow.

“Donde esta tu jefe?!” I repeated.

He meagrely pointed to a door that led into a hallway.

“Gracias,” I replied, already marching towards it, Blair and Luca following me.

“Se? or!-” the man called as I walked through the door.

There was a sign in Spanish translating to ‘authorised personnel only’ but I held up my hand to the receptionist who was now frantically following us and immediately silenced him.

It wasn’t long until we found the police chief’s office. He looked up at us as we came in and confusion spread over his face. He was a stony looking man with hard creases in his face and a square hair cut.

“What are you doing in my office, gringos?” he asked. “You have to have permission.”

“I need information on a man named Gustavo Escobar,” I said ignoring him.

“And you are…?” he questioned with a raised eyebrow. “The DEA?”

“Leonardo Loren,” I replied with a sarcastic smile before holding out my hand.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

His eyes shifted at the mention of my name and he straightened his tie. He was human but his reaction told me that he knew exactly who I was.

“So I assume from your question referring to the DEA, you know who Mr Escobar is?” I asked.

“I’ve never heard the name,” he replied with a shrug.

“How much is he paying you to turn a blind eye?” I asked.

“You might like to take your questions elsewhere, Mr Loren,” he said. “I know nothing.”

I sighed and exchanged irritated looks with Blair. I had a feeling this would happen. I gestured to Luca and he locked the door to the office and stood blocking the only exit.

“Mr…” I began.

“Perez,” he finished looking between the three of us nervously.

“Mr Perez,” I began again. “You know who I am and you know what I am. You know that I can hear your every heartbeat and you know that I know you are lying to me. So let’s skip the bullshit, what do you know about Gustavo Escobar?”

He stayed silent as I glared him down. I spotted his hand slowly inching towards the phone on his desk and slammed my hand onto it before he could reach it and crushed the dial pad.

After glancing down at the bent and crumbled metal of the phone, he slowly looked back up to my eyes.

“Preferably before you piss me off,” I added taking a deep breath.

He leant back in his chair, clearly feigning confidence and smiled.

“You are right, Alpha,” Mr Perez said. “He is paying me to ‘turn a blind eye’… to take no notice, to keep no files and to have no information.”

“And what if someone offered a higher price?” I asked. “Does it magically materialise?”

“… depends how much you’re offering?” he said.

My face hardened. I was done playing nice.

I seized him by the collar of his shirt and dragged him across the desk.

“Where do you keep it?” I growled.

I then noticed a pair of keys on the desk and threw them to Blair.

“Check the filing cabinet,” I ordered.

“You won’t find it there,” he replied struggling to breathe from how tightly I was gripping his shirt around his neck.

“Then where?” I snarled.