Chapter 100 She missed him

“What do you think I'm doing, huh?" Pedro asked as he slowly walked around the room, his piercing gaze was fixed on Alfredo. The guts he had to show up at his den. Didn't he fear what could happen to him?

“Did you or did you not?”Alfredo asked, giving nothing away. He just asked him a simple question and all he had to do was answer it. Pedro's facial expression turned sour. The rage in his eyes was known. However, for the sake of it, he half sat on the desk and dragged a small pocket knife which was lying on the desk near the papers. Alfredo's gaze shifted to his hand. The man before him was Frightening, cruel, and dominant.

“If I say yes. What will you do huh… drag me to jail… or burn me alive…which is it,” Pedro said after a while. His tone was sarcastic, so was the small smirk tugging at his lips. Alfredo knew what he was doing and why he came to him.

“She's just a little girl… she doesn't know anything… if you have to punish anyone… then I'm here… lock me up, shoot me or do whatever you want, but Lia… she's innocent,” Alfredo pleaded on behalf of his little sister. If Pedro wanted to make the Garcias pay, then he was willing to take whatever he had to throw at him.

“You know who tried to kill your little sister and brother… why not rush to the police and get the damned bastard in prison,” he was wondering why Alfredo was not running to the police and pressing charges.

“I don't have any grudge against you, despite everything I consider you as my brother… I would rather not make the same mistake made in the past,” he was sincere with his intentions. Back then, he was young and did not understand certain things. But he saw how badly Pedro was treated. The day he lost his mom, he came to the Garcia house asking for help. It was a stormy night, the rain was pouring heavily. The streets were covered in pools of water that made it impossible for anyone to move unless they wanted to be carried away by the tsunami and die.

Alfredo shook his head, burying the memories in the back of his head.

“I'm being lenient on you, that's enough for you… but don't get used to it… I'll torture you until you wish for death… I'll make sure you have nothing left,” Pedro spat out coldly, for years he had yearned to get his revenge, make them pay, but his mother's promise hung on his neck. Each time, he wanted to burn the Garcias alive. His mom's voice echoed in his ears to stop and not stoop to such a level.

“What will you achieve huh… that's not right… please reconsider,” Alfredo admitted the wrongs and wanted to rectify the mistakes his mom made. However, the man before him had a heart of stone. Pedro averted his eyes from him, “see, you'll never harm me, right?”Alfredo asked, he wanted all this to end. The bloodshed, he was sick and tired of everything and wanted peace.

“Leave now,” Pedro muttered, his hand clenched in a fist. Alfredo was about to go when his phone vibrated, taking it out. It was Bianca who was calling.

“Yes,” he asked as he proceeded to the door but came to a sudden halt when he heard what she had to say.

“What!?” Alfredo exclaimed in disbelief, “stay with her… I will be right there,” he said, disconnecting the car. Turning around, his expression darkened.

“You did it again… how could you… don't tell me Solange is in your clutches,” he said, walking back to Pedro? He was a devil, dangerous and ruthless. He had no heart at all.

“Get out, or you'll be next,” Pedro muttered through gritted teeth. Alfredo stared at him for a while before he turned to leave.

After a while, Pedro left the study room, he already gave his men orders and caused a shootout at the Garcia mansion. He didn't regret anything because they deserved it.

“Where is she,” he asked when his men walked in and met him halfway.

“Sir… she's fine… we arrived just in time,” the man said with a low bow. Pedro exhaled in relief. He would have caused havoc if anything happened to Olivia.

“She's with Ms Sydney upstairs… Zane is with them,” the man informed, and Pedro nodded. Zane should have told him earlier what had happened instead of waiting. What if Olivia got hurt in the process?

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On the other hand, Olivia was still trying to calm a shaken Sydney. After a hideous shoot-out earlier. Olivia decided to stay with Sydney. Those men didn't come to talk, but to kill. The poor driver was shot in cold blood. She had no choice but to take out her gun and defend herself and Sydney. She had managed to take down half of the men when Pedro's mafia men appeared. The entire time, Sydney had been scared.

“Here drink this,” Zane came and sat on the bed, “Sweetheart, drink this… you'll be fine” Zane murmured as he pushed himself until he was closer to her and slipped his arm around her back and pulled her close. The woman said she was tough, but just a little shootout caused her trauma.

“She's shaken, I'm sure she'll snap out of it soon… I'll be in my room,” Olivia said, and Zane nodded. Sydney feared losing her. Several times, she had yelled at her not to do anything that would put her life in danger. Those people were aiming at Sydney, was it Antonia who hired them?

Olivia had a lot to think about as she looked at herself. Her clothes were stained with blood…not from her, but from those men. With a long sigh, she entered her bedroom and tugged at her dress. Immediately she stripped, the door opened and Pedro walked in. Turning around, Olivia didn't even know what compelled her, but overwhelming emotions took over her that she ran to him and threw herself in his arms. Pedro, who was eager to see her, caged her in his arms, pulling her as close to him as possible.

“I'm sorry… I wasn't there,” he muttered apologetically. He promised to always protect her, but he failed. Olivia didn't speak but took in his warmth. After a while, she detached herself from him. His hand slid up to her neck and he cupped her face.

“I'm proud of you,” he muttered sincerely. If she was capable of defending herself, then he had nothing to worry about. “What's wrong,” he asked, seeing how she was staring at him.

“I… I missed you,” the words left her mouth like a whisper when she pulled him in for a kiss. Pedro was a little startled at her advances, but relaxed as he kissed her back softly. Her mouth lifted to his, and Pedro yielded easily, parting his lips. He drew in the taste of her, she was amused by his response. The simple kiss deepened, changed into something patient and deeply lingering, warmness opening into more heat, a kiss with the layered softness of exotic flowers. Eventually, Pedro removed his mouth, his hands reaching for her face as if he were gulping down water to drink. He had an unusual way of touching, she was befuddled as his fingers were gentle and skillful, sensitive to the subtle distinction.

The kiss lasted for a while when he scooped her into his arms.

“I'll help you bathe,” he muttered, and took her to the bathroom for a hot bath.