Chapter 34 Elena #2
She grins. “He knows. Pedro can’t have any more kids since surviving testicular cancer last year.
When he was going for treatment for the cancer, he wrote in his will that Domingo is his rightful heir and the future leader of the cartel if he died.
He would inherit everything and that would include his wife.
” I’m shocked. “He suggested that his son should try to impregnate me while he was away getting treatment incase anything should happen. It would show anyone who thought Pedro’s legacy was weak due to him being sick.
What my husband didn’t know was that Domingo and I have been having an affair since the moment I arrived.
Before anything happened with his father. ”
“You love Domingo?”
“You can’t love anyone in this job, but he makes the ruse easier.” She shrugs.
“And Pedro is okay with sharing you with Domingo?”
“Once a month he allows it when I am ovulating.” She smirks over the rim of her champagne glass.
“Is he not suspicious that you’re not pregnant yet? You’re not pregnant, are you?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “Of course not. I have an implant, there is no way I am getting knocked up especially not to this family. I never want kids. I’ve witnessed too much human depravity to want to bring kids into the world. Wouldn’t you agree?” she asks me.
“Hadn’t thought about it.”
“You would want to bring kids into all this?” Anna asks.
“No,” I answer sternly as my mind wanders to Nash.
Does he want kids? Where the hell did that come from?
I like Nash. I want to keep spending time with him but marriage and babies?
The thought sends a cold shiver down my spine.
I’m too broken to be responsible for creating a new life, I’d only mess it up if I did.
“There are too many monsters in this world.”
“Agreed. It would take us two lifetimes to rid the world of them all,” she states, taking a sip of her champagne. “So, what’s the plan now that you’ve found me again?”
“Ideally, you would come back to Ibiza with me and with as many girls as we can rescue. Your father would be so happy to see you again,” I tell her.
“I miss him so much,” she says, staring down at her champagne. “I don’t know if I can go with you, though. Pedro will hunt me down, he’s a cruel man. I would be putting you and everyone in danger. Plus, I am still on an active mission.”
“Can you tell them you’ve been compromised? They can extract you,” I explain to her.
Anna nods. “It’s a lot. I never thought I would be able to go back to my normal life until now,” she says, giving me a smile. I reach out and squeeze her hand.
“Now that I’ve found you again, I never want to let you go.”
“Me either,” she says, “I might need some time, but I’ll come up with a plan.”
“Everything is going down at the gala next week, I’m going to be taking the girls that night. I have a helicopter ready on standby now in Tulum and a jet waiting for us in Cancun.”
“I’ll make sure Pearl is there, somehow,” Anna asks.
“Not sure if it makes a difference, but Pearl was given to Domingo as a twenty-first birthday present.”
Anna stills. “I didn’t know that.”
“She was at the sex party Manuel took me to last week, and she will be at the after-party of the gala,” I explain.
Anna nods. “Leave it to me, I will know how to find her.” I relax, Pearl is going to be safe. “Do you have a number while you’re here?” she asks.
“Yes,” I say, pulling out my phone and we exchange numbers just as we hear a knock at the door, and moments later, Pedro and Manuel walk in.
“I knew our women would get on.” Pedro grins.
“You were right, Pookie. I like her,” Anna says, smiling adoringly at her husband. “I think we’re going to be the best of friends.”
“I knew it.” Pedro smiles triumphantly. “Manuel would like to take his woman home, sweetness.”
Anna’s face falls, and she starts to pout. “Can I take her home? It’s been too long since I’ve hung out with someone my own age.” Manuel stares in surprise at me and then defers to Pedro.
Pedro walks over to where Anna is sitting and kisses her head. “Aw, my princess. How can I ever deny you?” He proceeds to pat her cheek. “Manuel, I hope you don’t mind that my wife has fallen for your girl.”
“I’m honored,” he answers.
“You should be, she’s a tough nut to crack.” Pedro chuckles.
“Pookie,” Anna gives her husband her best baby voice. “Why don’t you and Manuel go back downstairs and continue hanging out with your friends? I was just about to show her my closet.”
“You’re willing to send me back down there with all those whores?” Pedro grins.
Anna smiles. “Of course, my love, I was being unreasonable earlier. You know how I get,” she says, standing up and wrapping her arms around his neck.
“You like keeping me on my toes that’s for sure.” Pedro grins down at her.
“You wouldn’t have it any other way.” She giggles.
“No, I wouldn’t.” He leans forward and kisses her. “Come on, Manuel, let’s do what the women say, unless Carmen doesn’t like to share?” Pedro looks over, testing me.
“I have no control over what Manuel does,” I state.
“You know they are going downstairs to fuck whores?” Anna snips at me.
I look up at Manuel and I can see he is waiting to see what my answer will be. “Your wife has explained what my duty would be like in this life, I am happy to share.”
Manuel’s face lights up, as does Pedro’s, who is back standing beside him, he claps his friend on the back. “She is perfect.” He grins at his friend.
“I think she is, too.” Manuel stares down at me as if seeing me for the first time.
“Go, we have serious girly business to take care of,” Anna says, shooing the boys from her room.
“Fine, have fun, my love.” Pedro waves.
“I’ll text you,” Manuel adds as he closes the door behind them.
“Manuel is so hot,” Anna sighs, “and he’s a great lay, too, don’t you think?” I still. What did she say? She sees that I’m stunned. “You’re not jealous, are you? I thought he was just a mark.”
“No, I’m not jealous, but when the hell did you sleep with him? Does your husband know?” I question her.
Anna bursts out laughing. “Oh hell no, he would kill me over that. Manuel is led by his dick. He was staying the night while my husband and Domingo were away, I crept into his room because I was needy. That is when I realized the power I had as the boss’s wife.
I demanded he fuck me. He tried to resist but then I told him I would tell my husband that he tried to force himself on me, of course that did the trick and he fucked me.
He’s good, we did it over and over again.
” She giggles as if I would find that story adorable.
“And now I just click my fingers, and Manuel does it whenever I need it. Sorry.” She winks at me.
That doesn’t seem consensual nor something my Anna would do. She’s always been timid when it came to men and a prude when we spoke about sex. Not that I should be judgmental. The job changed her, she’s not the same Anna you used to know, just like you’re not the same Elena you once were.
“I’m like, finally, the women get some power. It’s exhilarating, having that much power over a man, watching him get on his knees for you knowing you could extinguish his life with one word.” She smirks.
I don’t know what to say to that confession. “Wow, that’s some power,” I add.
“Right?” She chuckles. “Come on, let me show you my closet. You are going to die.” And the smile on her face reminds me of the Anna I used to know as she drags me through the parlor room and then through another door that leads us into the world’s largest closet.
“Oh my god, this is insane.” I gasp.
“Right? Remember how we always dreamed about becoming rich, how we would scour the magazines looking at the clothes, we always said one day we would be able to buy designer clothes and bags and shoes just like the ones in the magazines,” she says, waving her hand around the room.
“I did it.” She replies excitedly. The room feels the size of a football field, all mirrors and glass and wall-to-wall space for bags, shoes, and dresses.
“This is … wow …” I walk in and look at all her clothes.
“I get private showings when I’m in Paris,” she states.
“You’ve been to Paris?”
“Yes, I go to all the fashion shows, but I keep my profile low. I go to London, Milan, New York, and of course, Miami swim week.”
I stare at my friend. Here I am fighting to survive, and there she is swanning around fashion week. Don’t be jealous. It’s hard not to be when it feels like she’s been living a cushy life. You don’t know what she’s had to do to survive. True. But all this was bought by cartel money.
“Look at this,” she says, pulling out a red Birkin bag, “remember we saw this in a magazine, and it was our dream bag.” I hold the gorgeous leather bag in my hand, it’s so soft, so beautiful. “I want you to have it.”
“What? No. This is too expensive,” I tell her.
Anna shakes her head. “Take it. I have plenty. I’m going to have to bring all this stuff with me.”
“You can’t bring all this,” I tell her.
“Why not? Do you have any idea how much all this is worth? I’m going to need money.
There is millions of dollars’ worth of stuff here,” she tells me.
I look around the room again. “Look at these jewels,” she says, pulling the drawers that have jewels in them.
“I have more in the safe,” she explains.
“Anna, you’re not going to be able to take all of this.”
“You can, though?” She smirks as she grabs the Birkin bag and starts filling it with jewels.
“Anna!”
“We are going to need money,” she says, continuing to stuff more jewels into the bag.
“Your staff will know something is up and will report it to your husband.”
She shakes her head. “Not if I tell them I’m getting the jewels cleaned. I always do just before an event. It won’t be suspicious.”
“Seriously?” I ask her.
“Yes, now open the bag,” she demands, and I do.
“It weighs a ton.” I moan.
“There’s about twenty million dollars’ worth of jewels in there.”
“Anna,” I hiss at her, but she waves me away.
“Come, let’s get you home.”