Finding Forgiveness

“At home with the kids,” I replied.

He nodded and looked down at the passport once again.

“Just a second,” he said and then walked over to another two guards with my passport and began talking to them.

“You’re acting suspicious, Blanca,” Andrea hissed. “You need to buy time for the backup to come.”

They talked for thirty seconds or before he stamped my passport and came back.

“We need to ask some questions and you’ll be good to go,” he said to me.

“Sure,” I said with a smile.

“Firstly, that’s a big mark you have. Who is your mate?” he asked. “An Alpha?”

I nodded.

“Alpha Thomas. We’re from a small pack in Texas,” I replied trying my best to keep eye contact.

“Small?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

I nodded again.

“And where are you heading to tonight?” he asked.

“Bogota,” I said.

“That’s a long way to travel alone. Your Alpha doesn’t mind?” he replied.

I shook my head, “He trusts me.”

“Very well,” he said with a nod. “But I will need to search you and your vehicle.”

My heart dropped.

“Is that really necessary officer?” I asked.

“Please step out of the car, Se? ora,” he ordered.

I did but as slowly as possible as I scanned around looking for my best escape option. The road had thick jungle either side, if… I mean when… the shooting begins, I could get myself there and find some relative safety.

I closed the car door finally and the guard gestured me to hold my arms out. I slowly lifted them up and let him pat me down.

When he was sure I was clear and unarmed, he then gestured for more the guards to join him as he walked around to the trunk of the car. Inside the car, I saw Andrea loading up another gun so that he had two in his hands.

The officer put his hand on the trunk handle and I took a deep breath.

There was only a piece of metal between him and discovering boxes of hard drugs and only the pull of a trigger between me and a bullet.

Before the guard could get as far as examining the boxes in the boot, Andrea had jumped out of the car and shot him dead before aiming at the other five guards who had come to inspect the car. Before the first could even hit the ground, they were all dead.

“Get down, Blanca,” he ordered and I ducked behind the car as a whole fleet of Gustavo’s men over on the bridge flooded out of the border control buildings and opened fire on us.

It was about thirty against one, and when Andrea stopped shooting momentarily to reload he barked something down his walkie talkie.

I heard the whip of bullets flying through the air and the clank of them hitting the car or the chime of them bouncing off the tarmac. It could only be so long before Andrea ran out of bullets and we’d be totally fucked.

But just as he threw his second gun onto the floor, completely rid of ammunition, and ducked behind the car next to me half a dozen or so trucks rolled in behind us.

Andrea smiled to himself and then to me, as men jumped out and began shooting out towards Gustavo’s mem.

“We’re getting out of here, Blanca,” he said putting his hand on my knee. “Stand up,” he added as one of the men threw him a new gun and a set of car keys.

I slowly got to my feet as Andrea shot but kept my head down below the car.

“You see that truck with the shattered window?” he asked pointing to one a hundred or so metres away with one of the side windows completely broken by a bullet. “That’s where we’re going.”

“Juan,” he shouted to one of the men, “Cover us!”

The man nodded and Andrea turned to me.

“Run,” he ordered and I locked my eyes on the trucked and raced through the bullet shower, as fast as my legs would go.

Juan stayed behind the cover over the lilac car, targetting any guards aiming at us whilst Andrea shot too

I could hear his footsteps running right behind me until suddenly about two-thirds of the way, I couldn’t.

I snapped my head around to see him on the floor clutching his leg in pain. The bullets were still raining down on us and I paused unable to run further from him. He looked up to me, right in the eye. His face suddenly seemed so young and helpless as the bullets hit the ground all around him but he lay unable to move. His chances were already, but if I didn’t do anything? Zero.

I can’t even begin to explain why I did what I did next.

I turned on my heal and ran back to him before hauling him up to his feet and supporting him as we battled on to the car. He groaned in pain and I? groaned from his weight on me but we made it and I took the keys from him helped him into the car, got in the driver’s seat as soon as I could turn the ignition on, we were away and fast. Faster than I’ve ever driven before.

After a few minutes, when we were safely away, he cast his eyes up to me as he breathed heavily and through his pained grimace, I saw a smirk creep onto his face, “You just saved my life, Blanca.”

I gripped the steering wheel and kept looking forward, no idea what to say.

“Why?” he asked. “You had a chance to be free of me and you didn’t take it…”

“I-” I began. “I don’t know.”

“You just can’t stop yourself from doing the right thing, can you?” he replied. “You couldn’t just leave me there to die, could you?”

“You can thank me if you like,” was all I said.

There was a pause.

“Thank you,” he replied in a genuine tone.

I nodded and gave him a half smile.NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

I drove for hours, Andrea telling me which way to go. The bleeding in his leg eventually stopped and when we pulled up in front of a house on the edge of Bogota, I helped him limp into it before a man stood guard at the door took over.

When he was sat down on the sofa, I grabbed a first aid kit and knelt down on the floor and got a proper look at the damage done to his leg. He’d already pulled the bullet out rather gruesomely in the car so I at least didn’t have to deal with that.

“The good news is that the bullet wasn’t wolfsbaned,” I began examining the wound on his thigh. “It’s already healing but it’s deep and is gonna take a while.”

“How long is a while?” he asked as finished cleaning it with antiseptic. “I got stuff to do.”