TROUBLE
905 Words
THIRD PERSON POV
Katherina slowly opened her eyes, groggily taking in her luxurious surroundings. She was in a lavish guestroom, and the memories of the previous day's events came flooding back.
She had passed out from exhaustion after hearing the sound of Joaquin's shot. Her mind became foggy, trailing back to all the recent happenings. The fact that she was framed by someone and all her evidence against Joaquin stolen. But who could have framed her, and why hadn't they told Joaquin about her?
Suddenly, the door of the guest room opened, and Joaquin walked in. Ana quickly shut her eyes, pretending to still be asleep to avoid further confrontations. A shadow loomed over her before her surroundings were quickly overshadowed by the searing pain in her thigh. She turned restlessly in bed, opened her eyes, and her hand instinctively reached for her wounded leg.
Just as she was starting to sit up, Joaquin's voice cut through the air, his words dripping with malice. "Good morning, young man. I see you're awake." Katherina's eyes snapped towards Joaquin, her heart racing as he squeezed her bandaged thigh. She cried out in pain, her hands grasping for her wounded leg. Joaquin's smile grew wider as he pulled her hair, his eyes blazing with fury.
"You didn't only steal my gold bars, you stole my drugs too." Katherina's eyes welled up with tears as she begged for mercy. "Boss, please, I didn't..." Joaquin's laughter was cold and mirthless. "What lies do you want to cook up now? My doctor found cocaine in your bloodstream."
Katherina's protests were met with skepticism, Joaquin's anger and distrust palpable. He pulled her by the hair, violently dragging her out of the bed. Katherina stumbled and fell, spraining her ankle in the process. The next thing she knew, she was being dragged through the garden, the cold morning air slapping her face.
Joaquin stopped in front of a large tub of ice-cold water, a sinister grin spreading across his face. With a swift motion, he forced Katherina's head into the water, holding her under for a few seconds before pulling her out. "Want to confess now?" he asked, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure.
Katherina coughed and spluttered, her lungs burning from the icy water. "I don't know," she gasped, her eyes pleading for mercy. Joaquin's face twisted in anger, and he forced her head back into the water. This time, he held her under for longer, Katherina's struggles growing weaker.
Just as it seemed like Joaquin was going to drown her, a voice intervened, stopping him in his tracks. "Bro, let her go, you're going to kill her." Katherina's head was pulled out of the water, and she collapsed onto the grass, coughing and gasping for air. She looked up to see Boris, Joaquin's childhood friend and business associate, standing over her, his eyes filled with concern.
Joaquin's expression was unrepentant, but he seemed to be considering Boris's words. "Her death isn't going to settle her debt, will it?" Boris asked, his voice reasonable. Joaquin's gaze narrowed, and he seemed to be weighing his options. Finally, he spoke, his voice cold and detached, taking a seat on his garden bench.
"Von, take that thing to her room." Von, his most trusted Delta, quietly obliged, walking towards Katherina. As Von approached her, Katherina knew she had to get to her feet. She forced herself up, her ankle and thigh screaming in protest. She immediately fell back to the ground.
Von, being a man of high values and respect for women, tried to carry her in, but once more, Joaquin thundered at him. "Carry her, and you're fired," he said, his voice dripping with malice. Joaquin's eyes flickered with amusement, and he took another sip of his whiskey.
Von hesitated, then stepped back, allowing Katherina to struggle to her feet once more. She took a few tentative steps, her eyes fixed on Joaquin, before falling again. Fall after fall, she rose back, crawling her way in. Boris's intense gaze was fixed on Joaquin, his expression unreadable.
"What's up with that stare?" Joaquin asked, his voice tinged with amusement. Boris's eyes never left Joaquin's face. "I'm just wondering how far you're willing to go, Joaquin."
"If you have something to say, just say it and stop beating around the bush," Joaquin voiced with a bored expression on his face.
"You should have let Von carry her, especially after all the damage you inflicted on her. Dude, I thought you respected women," Boris explained.
Joaquin's brows curved. "Point of correction, that thing is not a woman. Anyone who has the guts to steal from the great Alpha Joaquin cannot be a woman. And again, I didn't inflict any damage on her. She sprained her ankle on her own, and about the gunshot wound, she deserves it after all the millions she lost."
"Even so..." Boris still disagreed, but Joaquin interrupted once more.
"You didn't come here to play my conscience, did you?" Boris sighed, changing the topic. "It's about Miss A, your benefactor. She is back in town and she wants to see you."
Joaquin trembled with anger as he sent his glass of whiskey flying. This was not what he wanted to hear now. Miss A was as vicious as they came. How was he supposed to explain to her that he let a little girl lose gold bars worth a hundred million dollars?
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