Alejandro
I lookedup at the man I had always respected more than anyone else in the world and wondered what the hell had gotten into him. I’d told him about the news Alana and I had received earlier, expecting some words of advice and support from him. Instead, he launched into a diatribe about how useless Alana was to me now.
I let him talk. That was his way. He talked at people. Usually talking them into submission. When he finally stopped, I stood up from my desk.
‘Are you quite finished insulting my wife?’ I snarled at him.
He glared at me. ‘Watch your tone, mi hijo,’ he warned.
‘No, I will not fucking watch my tone, Papa! How dare you come into my office and talk about my wife like that. She is devastated that she might not be able to get pregnant. And if you can’t be anything but one hundred fucking percent supportive of her right now, then I don’t want you anywhere near her, or me.’
‘Alejandro!’ he hissed. ‘I am your father!’
‘No. Right now, you’re just some jackass who is standing in my office insulting me and the woman I love. So, if there’s nothing else, get the hell out.’
His nostrils flared as he stared at me, no doubt wondering whether he should punch me in the face for daring to speak to him like that. But, a few seconds later, he turned around and stormed out of my office.
I walked out of my hotel suite and into the hallway. I’d cancelled my final meeting of the day because I wanted to get home to Alana. I needed to make sure she was okay. But more than than that, I needed her to make me feel okay too.
‘Evening, Boss,’ Lorenzo, one of my guards said. ‘Are you heading to the bar?’
‘No. Straight home,’ I said as I reached the elevator.
‘But, Mrs. Montoya said you were meeting her in the bar.’
I frowned at him. ‘What?’
‘When she left earlier, she said that you’d told her to wait for you in the bar,’ I saw his adams apple bob in his throat as he swallowed.
‘My wife was here?’ I snapped as my heart started to race.
‘Yes, Boss.’
‘When?’
‘About two hours ago. She left shortly before your father.’
Shit!
‘What? Where did she go? You just let her walk out of here on her own?’ I snarled.
‘She told me that you’d asked her to wait for her in the bar. She said Hugo and Hank were waiting there for her.’
‘Call the bar now, and see if she’s there,’ I said as I pulled my cell from my pocket and dialed her number. My heart sank as it went straight to voicemail.
‘Fuck!’ I hissed as I called Hugo.
He answered after a few rings. ‘Everything okay, Boss?’
‘That depends. Is Alana with you?’
‘No,’ he said just as Lorenzo shook his head to indicate that Alana wasn’t in the bar either.
I took in a deep breath, sucking in a lungful of air as I tried to tell myself that she was safe. She was simply upset and she needed some space. She was probably just back at the house.
‘I took her to your suite. I let her inside and I closed the door. I thought she was with you,’ I heard the panic in Hugo’s voice and it did nothing to calm my bubbling anger.
‘It isyourfucking job to protect her. Unless you actually hand her over to me, or she is in the house, she isyourfucking responsibility!’ I snarled. ‘How could you just fucking leave her like that?’