Alpha Loren
Chapter 193 Chapter 193

Before the guard could get as far as examining the boxes in the boot, Andrea had jumped out ofthe 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 overon 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 hebarked 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 chimeof them bouncing off the tarmac. It could only be so long before Andrea ran out of bullets and we'dbe totally fucked.

But just as he threw his second gun onto the floor, completely rid of ammunition, and duckedbehind 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 towardsGustavo's mem.

"We're getting out of here, Blanca," he said putting his hand on my knee. "Stand up," he added asone 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 metresaway 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 fastas my legs would go.

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

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

I snapped my head around to see him on the floor clutching his leg in pain. The bullets were stillraining down on us and I paused unable to run further from him. He looked up to me, right in theeye. His face suddenly seemed so young and helpless as the bullets hit the ground all around himbut 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 aswe battled on to the car. He groaned in pain and I groaned from his weight on me but we made itand I took the keys from him helped him into the car, got in the driver's seat as soon as I could turnthe 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 heavilyand 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 justleave 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.

I drove for hours, Andrea telling me which way to go. The bleeding in his leg eventually stoppedand when we pulled up in front of a house on the edge of Bogota, I helped him limp into it before aman 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 aproper look at the damage done to his leg. He'd already pulled the bullet out rather gruesomely inthe 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."

I shrugged, "Healing is different for everyone. For you, I'd guess it would be fast so long as you getrest and eat and drink well. So no beer or smoking and you've gotta give yourself a break.”

"How do you know so much about this?" he asked running his fingers through my hair as I wrappeda bandage around the wound.

"I trained as a medic to help my mate's army. True I've never nursed a bullet wound before but I'vedone arrows and knives," I explained.

He looked down at me for a few seconds and grinned.

His expression then dropped and he asked, "Why do wolf packs still live in the 17th century? Whyhasn't your Alpha thought to train his men to use guns?”

"Because it's not our way of life," I replied fastening the bandage and looking up into his eyes."Guns are horrible violent things.”

"Well so long as you keep that view, I'll always have the upper hand,” he said with a condescendingsmirk.

"Can I remind you that you almost died today?" I asked. "There's an artery right here," I addedpointing to his leg. "Had the bullet been two inches to the left. You'd have bled out before we evengot to the car.”

He grinned arrogantly, "But it wasn't. So luckily for you, I get to live another day.”

And for that I only had myself to blame.