Chapter 239: Saved By La Madre
Angel came out swinging at Alex with everything he had. It was immediately apparent to Alex that the guy had some form of hand to hand combat training. But what that appeared to be was likely a very limited “combative” course by ex special forces soldiers for hire.
Alex, of course adeptly dodged these strikes while countering with his own. The first of which was a solid jab, and cross to his opponent’s face, followed by a lick to the liver. All three of which landed, Causing Angel to fall to his knees in shock at the power and damage that Alex had inflicted on him with a single combo.
Perhaps the man had never been hit for full force by a trained killer before, but it was abundantly clear to Angel that he had just entered a fight to the death with a man who knew how to use his power to the maximum limits of his ability.
Alex could have in that moment ended the fight with a solid knee to the face, which would KO Angel, allowing him to easily finish the unconscious opponent off. But Alex was a bit of a sadist, and enjoyed to play with his food so as to speak. Because of this, Alex bounced around and shadow boxed while Angel got back to his feet.
The gringo’s taunting only made Angel more infuriated as he attacked Alex again, with a few wild punches that just barely had some snaps to them. These punches missed Alex entirely and were met with a knee to the gut, followed by an elbow to the forehead, sending Angel back to his knees.
Alex sighed heavily as he stood over the man, giving him some time to get to his feet once more. His words were far from pleasant, as he openly mocked the vicious Drug Prince to his face.
“Come on…. Don’t tell me that this… this is all that you’ve got?”
Angel surprised Alex with a solid punch to the jaw, but it did very little to a man who was well accustomed to taking hits by men who were much better at punching than the Mexican Drug Prince.
Luckily for Angel, the man ducked under the attack and tried to wrestle with Alex. Of course, as a far more experienced grappler, Alex simply sprawled, before kneeing Angel in the dome with a powerful strike. Bring them into a position where Alex was in complete control and fully able to brutalize his opponent.
Which he took advantage of with another three solid knees to the dome, an attack that, while Legal in Japan, would easily see him disqualified in a professional bout within the United States. Surprisingly, Angel did not go to sleep in that moment, instead he was still desperately trying to fend off Alex’s knees.
Perhaps he got bored with these vicious strikes, but Alex ultimately got to his face. After all, it was not every day he could find himself in a no hold’s barred fight, and Alex had a bucket list of attacks he wanted to use. Thus, he allowed Angel time to recover as the man got back to his feet, albeit staggered from the severe trauma his brain had taken from those knees to the cranium.
Angel slowly, and awkwardly threw a few punches at Alex, which the man nimbly blocked, before grabbing hold of the back of the man’s head, and slamming his own forehead into his opponent’s nose. The first head but broke Angel’s nose while the remaining two knocked the man out entirely.
Alex just barely managed to get a few elbows in as the Mexican Drug Prince collapsed to the pavement face first… Alex was just about to get into the mounted position and finish the job by digging his thumbs into the man’s brain when he received a phone call.
When Alex reached into his pocket and saw the caller ID, he sighed heavily before accepting it. The voice of the mature beauty, which was usually flirtatious and sultry was absolutely enraged as she demanded Alex not do exactly what he planned to do.
“Don’t you even think about killing that man! He is far more useful alive and as our prisoner than dead on the pavement in the middle of an abandoned shopping center’s parking lot!”
Alex was curious how La Madre knew exactly what he was up to when he looked over in the direction of where Amahle should be lying down right now. He couldn’t help but curse under his breath when he realized the Ebony beauty had sold him out to their employer.
“Fucking bitch…”
La Madre took this the wrong way and was quick to scream at Alex for his harsh language.
“What the fuck did you just call me?”
Alex realized his mistake and was quick to clarify who his words were intended for.
“Not you… Amahle… She fucking ratted me out, didn’t she?”
La Madre’s tone suddenly turned less harsh as she refused to answer this question.
“I have more eyes on you than you think I do… Besides, I couldn’t let my favorite little pup get himself killed now could I? Be a good boy, and bring me Angel alive, and in chains, got it?”
Knowing that pissing off his current employer was a good way to get himself disappeared, Alex sighed heavily and nodded his head in agreement. His fateful duel to the death with his rival in both love and war would have to be settled at another time.
“Fine… I’ll bring this little bitch back to you… I imagine a life as your prisoner is a far worse fate than death anyway…”
After saying this, Alex went to his vehicle and pulled out some rope which he used to tie up an angel, before essentially kidnapping the man, and taking him back to the Zetas headquarters. One thing was certain, for the time being Isabella was safe from her older brother’s cruelty, but it would be some time before she learned of this.