Chapter 214: Kidnapped
Alex spent the rest of the day searching for the last of the heroines in the Mexico arc. But with no leads, and a large city to explore that was just one of many potential locations. He ultimately gave up on the search and hit up a local club.
The music was not exactly to Alex’s liking, but then again, as a Metalhead, club music rarely was. But that was nothing that alcohol couldn’t solve. Thus, Alex drank tequila as if it were water, which was probably not the best idea when one was completely alone in Mexico. But nevertheless, he got absolutely plastered, yet due to his good looks and natural charisma, he was still able to convince a woman to follow him back to his hotel.
Thus, after drinking enough to intoxicate a bison, and dancing the night away, Alex left the club at some point past 3 am, where he ordered a cab to pick him and the girl up who he was with. However, when the two of them sat down in the car, they did not notice at all that the cab was not taking them to the destination that was requested of them.
Instead, the car drove out of Mexico city, and towards an empty makeshift airfield. Alex detected something was wrong when an hour had passed and they still had not arrived at the hotel. While the girl he was with was just as drunk as he was, or perhaps even more so. She was so wasted that she didn’t even know where she was, let alone how much time had passed.
When Alex realized that they had left the city, he was quick to reach towards his waistband, but unfortunately, he had not brought a piece with him, and thus he sighed heavily before asking the driver about whether or not he was being kidnapped. Although he was so drunk that he was slurring his words as he did so.
“ee honests with meh… Ammi bein kidnapped rightt now?”
The driver looked back to reveal a sinister smirk on his scarred face. He was surprised that Alex was still sober enough to realize what was happening, and was quick to comment on this fact.
“I must admit I’m a bit surprised… You can certainly hold your liquor. I thought by now that you would be as wasted as that young woman next to you is pretending to be… But you have just enough wits to understand what is happening. Honestly… I have never seen someone take so much Rohypnol and still remain conscious…”
“Be a good boy and sit perfectly still… We have been warned that you are incredibly dangerous, and the last thing we need is a violent drunk on our hands…”
Alex sighed heavily and collapsed in the back of his seat. He realized now how stupid he had been. He had just joined the Zetas and launched a hit on Jalisco’s territory. They had even put a massive bounty on his head. He had no idea if these two actually were cartel members, or just street thugs looking to collect the bounty.
And while he may be drunk, he still wasn’t stupid enough to reveal that there was a bounty on his head, just in case this was something unrelated. After all, it was not uncommon for Americans to be kidnapped and held for ransom in Latin America. Thus, Alex just relaxed and closed his eyes, and in doing so fell to sleep where he was carried onto the plane and flown out to Jalisco.
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The kidnapping was merely coincidental. It had nothing to do with Alex being the now infamous “El Cucuy”, Jalisco was still trying their best to find out this new and dangerous hitman’s identity. In reality, a psycho fan with a little too much power had him kidnapped so she could meet with him.
And this was revealed to Alex the moment a bucket of cold water was splashed onto his face, causing the young man to wake up in a drunken stupor. Alex looked around and found that he was tied to a chair, in what could only be described a luxurious villa’s bedroom.
He had not actually been taken to the Jalisco compound. After all if Isabella’s father found out she was kidnapping a man who she was interested in, she would be heavily punished. Instead, this was a property owned by the young drug princess herself. Which she eventually planned to move to once she could escape from her wretched family.
Sitting in front of Alex was a beautiful young auburn-haired woman, she was dressed in an extravagant yellow cocktail dress, which showed off her bountiful cleavage quite exceptionally. Alex did not understand what the hell was going on, and was still intoxicated both from the tequila and the drugs he had been slipped by his female kidnapper.
So much so that the young woman looked at him with a bit of confusion in her eyes, before yelling at the man and woman who had brought Alex to her.
“What kind of drugs did you give him? How am I supposed to have any fun with the guy when he’s half asleep? You fucking idiots! I should have your fucking tongues cut out for this, and your eyes gouged out! Get me some fucking meth, now!”
The cartel members scurried off to find some methamphetamine for the young girl, who sat in Alex’s lap and stroked his face, all while he struggled to figure out just who she was. Perhaps the drugs were interfering with the system, or maybe she was not even a heroine. But Alex’s intoxicated mind could vaguely consider her appearance familiar. All the while she whispered something seductively in his ears.
“Don’t worry Alex… I’m going to make you all better I promise!”
Shortly thereafter, the kidnappers returned, where they handed the girl a bag full of meth. It was not the purest stuff on the market, but it could be turned into a liquid and injected directly into the bloodstream, giving it an extreme level of potency.
Isabella then did exactly this, creating a perfectly measured dose, which she filled into a fresh syringe. She then shoved the needle directly into the vein within Alex’s arm and shushed him as the drug entered his bloodstream.
“Shhh… There, there… Just take your medicine like a good boy… I promise everything will be better soon enough….”