My Worst Enemy

Chapter 6.-

Andryse quickly released the knife she was holding and stood up, turning around to see her parents standing behind her, a curious look on their faces. She kissed her mother's cheek and hugged her father putting her head on his chest. But although he put an arm around her, his attention was driven on Troy who was up on his feet and looking at them, his eyes suddenly turning very cold.

"Who's this?" her father asked her in a monotone voice, his eyes mi-closed, studying Troy. Andryse's chest closed up and sent Troy a warning look as he walked up to them and jutted his hand to his father, offering a handshake.

"My name is Michael Moore." They shook hands and he continued, ignoring the murdering looks Andryse was giving him. "It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Montez and Mrs. Montez… may I say how absolutely gorgeous you are? I now see where Andryse got her ravishing beauty from." He added with a charming smile after kissing her mother's hand.

"Thank you Mr. Moore." He mother answered, smiling back.

"And how exactly do you know my daughter Mr. Moore?" Patron asked, his eyes still studying the man in front of him.

"Um…" Andryse stammered, pulling herself off her father's chest. "I met him..." But her heart stopped beating when Troy cut her off, his voice empty of any emotions.

"We happen to have flown here together." He said with a half-smile that didn't reach his eyes. He turned his stare on Andryse and continued. "We shared the same row on the plane and she was kind enough to offer helping me discover this beautiful island."

"So you're just a tourist?" her father asked again.

Andryse swallowed painfully, now completely free of her father's embrace. She warned Troy again with her eyes but he just kept on smiling nonchalantly.

"Yes and no. Business comes first. After I take care of it… we'll see."

He looked at Andryse on the last two words, his voice suddenly changing into a soft one and his eyes charging with electricity and Andryse found herself holding her breath. But she cussed between her teeth and closed her fists, furious, wishing she could just break his jaw with a jab. She felt her father's eyes on her back and she breathed in slowly deciding to take matter in her own hands before it spun out of control. She smiled confidently at her father.

"Mr. Moore has to leave in a few hours." She turned to Troy, drowning her eyes in his. "So I'm afraid there won't be any time left for tourism."

"Sweetheart, I'm afraid I can't leave without taking care of business first." Troy replied smugly, keeping their eyes connected.

"I'm afraid that you have no other choice… Mr. Moore."

"I just need a few minutes to do what I have been paid for." He shrugged back.

"And what kind of business are you in Mr. Moore?"

They both simultaneously turned their stare on Patron and only then, did Andryse notice how her parents were looking at them suspiciously. Her mother looked amused but her father was practically glaring at them.

"I am professional ki…" He stopped abruptly, taken aback by Andryse suddenly pulling on his arm with force.

"Kinesthesis... doctor." Andryse mumbled gauchely before biting her lower lip. 'Really? that's all you could find?' a little voice in her mind scolded her and she swallowed very loudly. Everyone around her looked at her like she had just grown two other heads and she giggled nervously. "You know... a doctor who studies... how kinesthesia work in the human body."

Both of her parents' eyes turned this time on Troy who was had leaned his head down, both his arms crossed over his chest, obviously fighting not to laugh.

"And how does that work exactly Mr. Moore?" Her father asked, raising a brow.

"Oh my God I love this song." Andryse exclaimed loudly, abruptly grabbing Troy's arm and pressing it very hard. "Would you please do me the honor Mr. Moore?" she added batting her eyes.

"It would be my pleasure but it'd be rude not to answer your father." He said with a big smile and Andryse saw the same teasing smirk he had on before.

"OH! Don't worry, daddy won't mind. Would you daddy?"

"Actually I would like to know the answer." Her father answered, still quietly studying them.

"Oh come on daddy, please. The song is almost over." She pouted, putting a hand on her father's arm.

Patron's eyes went from her to the American then back on her, smiling. "Go ahead."

"Thank you daddy." Andryse said lovingly, kissing him before turning to Troy and whispered with a fake smile. "Let's go."

Troy smiled widely this time and kissed her mother's hand again. "Mrs. Montez, it was a real pleasure. Mr. Montez…."

"Maybe we can continue our conversation later… Mr. Moore." Her father added as they were shaking hands.

"I'm counting on it, Sr." Troy answered then offered his arm to Andryse. "Sweetheart."

Andryse smiled to her parents and let him secure her hand under his arm as he guided her to the dance floor where just three couples were timidly dancing. He pulled her close to him, an arm secured on her back and whispered next to her ear.

"Nice save."

Andryse put her hand behind his neck and pressed hard on the nerves, but his body immediately stiffened, lessening her grip.

"You're playing with fire Mr. Colt. You might get burned."

He swirled her on the floor, one hand firmly resting on her waist and the other holding her hand.

"Like you so kindly reminded me, I just have a few hours left to live so why not have some fun?" Andryse gasped when he leaned on her, forcing her to deep on her back then pulled her up rapidly. Their faces came just a few inches next to each other. "And you are a lot of fun, Miss Montez." He whispered softly looking at her lips slightly parted.

Andryse's hand tightened on his neck again, this time feeling her knees buckle, ready to give up under the heat he had woken up in her and she quickly turned her face, biting her lower lip.

"Well enjoy it while you can." She managed to answer without her voice betraying the storm ravaging her and making her slightly dizzy. "Because you can be sure that now, because of your big egocentric mouth, my father will have you followed 24/7 now."

"You mean just like you've been doing?"

"I don't know what you talking about." She denied coldly, trying to ignore the warmth of his hand burning through the thin tissue of her dress.

"So the two guys who'd been following me and raided my hotel room aren't working for you?"

Andryse held her breath a couple of seconds, when he released her hand and placed it right on top of her round bottom, moving his fingers slowly. But she quickly regained control and put her hands on his chest, pushing him away.

"Keep your hands to yourself Mr. Colt."

But he just smiled and pulled her against him again even closer than before. "Keep smiling sweetheart. Your father is looking at us."

He quickly spun her around her and Andryse saw he father quietly looking at them, obviously not interested in the live conversation a young man was trying to have with him. She knew that look and it made her skin crawl. The idiot had just told her father who he was and she was sure that he would be on her back now and would make sure she understood the impact of her mistake. She felt him turning her around again and she spoke before he could say anything.

"Listen to me you stupid fuck. You have no fucking idea what you just did. You just told my father who you were and it's not in my hands anymore. You can consider yourself dead."

"Are you worried about me?" he chuckled lightly, looking in her eyes. "Or are you just worried he will turn on you?"

"You think this is all a game don't you?" she asked him furiously. "Why don't you ask your friend Max what my father is capable of?"

Troy stopped moving, holding her hand tightly and his darkened eyes shoot fire. "I don't play games honey. Your father thinks he runs this country but I'm going to take him down piece by piece, no matter how long it takes, do you understand?"

He pulled her violently against him, ignoring her loud gasp when her hand landed on his chest and a hand behind her neck, leaned down next to her ear. The wonderful aroma of Peaches and cream, probably from her conditioner hit his senses and he took a good sniff, momentarily forgetting about what the hell he was talking about. He nuzzled the tender part of her neck accessible to his nose and his hand slid over her ass again when a faint gasp crossed her lips.

"I would hate to have to break this pretty little neck of yours." he whispered huskily, feeling his blood running wild. "So I strongly suggest you to get out of my way."

Andryse snickered, amused by his arrogance and removed his hands around her body before stepping away.

"Goodbye Mr. Colt. I'll see you in hell."

She walked up briskly to the table where she was, conscious of both Troy's and her father's stares on her back at the same time. As she was pulling her phone out of her bag, her sister, Emmanuella came to her and whispered in an excited voice.

"Oh my God Andou, who's this?"

Andryse looked at her puzzled then followed her eyes to Troy who was walking outside with quick steps.

"He's nobody Emma." She headed to the bathroom, hoping her sister would give up, but the younger girl followed her to Andryse's dismay, her voice still high pitched.

"Oh come on." Her sister continued, venting herself with a large paper fan. "He is gorgeous and you guys were practically making out on that dance floor, so tell me."

Andryse abruptly stopped and turned to her sister to look in her eyes. "Listen to me Emma. This guy is very dangerous, all right? He is nothing like he looks like and if you ever see him again, you get out of his way. Understood?"

"I know right? He is so handsome and yet has that bad boy image surrounding him." Her sister continued, consciously ignoring her sister's warning. "Is he American?"

Andryse sighed and answered dryly, her face bare. "Could you leave me alone please?"

"Jealous much." Her sister scoffed before walking away.

Andryse watched her walk away, a frown on her face and entered the small bathroom. She locked the door after her and searched out her friends' numbers, her fingers going on the keyboard.

"He knows." was all she wrote sending the text message to both her friends simultaneously. Walking up and down the small room, her teeth were clenching while she waited for both replies. They came at the same time and she read them one after the other.

"Shit, I knew this guy would be trouble." Shelly said while Carol's answer was more quiet but still more alarming. "We're so dead."

Andryse sighed and rolled her shoulders around, trying to suppress the tension sitting there while running her fingers quickly on the phone.

"No. You guys are clean. I messed up. I'll take full responsibility. I'll deal with my father."

The answers came back shortly. "You father ain't stupid." Acrol replied. "He knows we must've known all along."

Then she read Shelley's. "What about tonight?"

"Unless Patron says something, everything will go as planned. I'm too close to my goal. I will not give up now. But I need you girls with me."

Her heart beat hard, leaning on the sink waiting for the answers but smiled, feeling strong again when they finally arrived.

"We started together, we will end it together." But she frowned and sighed again when she read Shelley's.

"Till death Gabi. But can I please kill Colt?"

"No. If my father doesn't kill him, Colt is mine."

Andryse looked at herself in the mirror and wiped the sweat crowning her forehead and stretched with her face's muscles to get them to smile again and got back out. She spent the next hours like the morning, smiling, being nice and pretending having the time of her life. Her father was doing the same but she knew by his constant stare on her that he wasn't happy at all.

As soon as she got home, she changed into her usual black jeans and black t-shirt and pulled her hair up, finishing up the touch by drawing dark lines around her eyes. This look reflected exactly how she'd been feeling inside ever since she had turned to the bad side and she found that it suited her very well. Her phone beeped and she walked outside, knowing her friends were waiting for her as well as all the guys she had chosen to go with them on the trip. But just as she was flying down the stairs, she met with her little sister who announced her that their father wanted to see her.

Her heart pounded furiously in her chest. The moment to face him had arrived and she swallowed painfully and headed to his office. She had no idea what her punishment was going to be but she had no intention of having her friends going down with her. She knocked on the door and entered after his invitation.

"You asked for me daddy?" she asked, smiling charmingly, although her heart was still pushing against her chest.

"Yes Chiquita." Patron answered, sitting behind his desk, his cigar sending smoke in the room. "I have a few things to discuss with you." He added quietly as she approached him.

Andryse saw Jack sitting in a puffy chair on the right side of the room, in the dark and she bobbed her head to him before looking at her father. For some reason, she never liked this guy and was always afraid of him when she was a child. Not once, did Andryse see him smile. He talked only when necessary and he always had a vulture glare in his eyes like he was always ready to jump on her. After witnessing him coldly killing innocent people, Andryse got even more scared of him but admired and respected the fact that he stayed true to her father through all these years.

"What is it?" she asked her father with her voice slightly trembling.

"Jack will go with you tonight." Her father said still very calm but Andryse felt it hitting her sharply.

"As you wish." She nodded. "Anything else?"

"Colt is dead right?" her father asked abruptly, taking her aback.

Andryse held her breath and felt her knees shake. Although she'd expected it and somewhat prepared herself to it, it still got her disconcerted by his cutting voice. She put her trembling hands in her pockets and answered.

"Right… why?"

Patron put down his Cuban cigar down and leaned back on his chair. "I just called the airline and they told me that there weren't any deaths on the plane and that Mr. Colt checked in the immigration." He paused a moment. "Now you wouldn't be lying to your daddy now, would you?"

"That's because I didn't kill him in the plane." She replied undisturbed, keeping her yes in his. She had been thinking about this answer ever since she had taken the decision not to kill the American man. "I didn't manage to sit next to him and I didn't trust the stewardesses working that day. You always told me to follow my guts so... I just waited until we landed."

"How did you kill him?"

Andryse scratched her throat, urging her mind to work fast to find the perfect answer but she couldn't find anything and decided to try her chances, knowing she would dig a hole even deeper than the one she was already in if she played her cards wrong.

"Why are you asking all these questions daddy? Don't you trust your own daughter anymore?" It was all nothing at this point and she knew her Patron was before all a father.

Patron smiled slightly and stood up, walking up to her. He took her into his arms, his right hand patting the back of her head with affection.

"I'm just trying to protect you Chiquita." He said with tenderness in his voice. "The father in me is worried about you. I have many enemies darling and if they only knew you're the one handling the business, they will attack you."

He pulled her out of his chest and held her at arm's length, looking at her.

"I'm sure you know the consequences of not killing the enemy first. The lives of all our family could be in danger if a threat had not been eliminated. I just want to make sure that we don't have anything to worry about for all our safety. So now answer me, how did you kill the assassin?"

Andryse's heart started thumping again, her lips trembling and her breath wheezing. She swallowed and closed her eyes, ready to tell him the truth.

"I… I..." she stammered but was cut short by a knock on the door. They all turned their heads and her father angrily yelled 'go away', still looking intensively at her.

"I'm sorry Sr. but I need to tell Andryse that we have to go." Carol's quiet voice filled the room. "We don't want to miss the boat hitting the port, Sr."

Andryse exhaled slowly, happy for the interruption. She knew her father would not insist any further because he would hate for something to go wrong with the merchandise pick-up. After a minute that seemed like an eternity, he kissed her forehead and released her.

"We'll continue when you come back." he said, returning to his seat. Andryse nodded and walked outside, Jack following her steps.

She exchanged a worried look with Carol who frowned seeing Jack but they both stayed quiet and headed to the cars parked outside. Andryse sat in the passenger's seat next to Shelley who gave her the same wary look Carol did and Jack sat in the back. She kept her eyes straight ahead while an uncomfortable silence filled the vehicle. Her mind was running at a thousand miles per hour and she was biting her lip very hard regretting ever sat foot in that plane and having met Troy Colt. She still couldn't figure out what happened. All she knew was that the girl she thought had died so long ago had came out and took over the killer in her, doing exactly the opposite of what she should have done.

Troy was nothing like all the others she had eliminated. He wasn't supposed to have such a charming personality, such a beautiful smile or be so kind to run miles to get her a new bag. And when she offered to pay him back but told her to pass it forward, she had by then completely forgotten he was a professional assassin and remembered that some people could still do some good in this world.

When she got in the plane, she had managed to sit next to him and the poison was ready to be poured into his food or drink but somehow, they started talking and she kept on postponing it for later. She knew he was lying about most of the things he was saying but also noticed the effects she had on him. His eyes were hidden the whole time but she could feel his stare burning her and she surprised herself wanting to know him. Not the killer or the liar sitting next to her but the man behind the smile and the charming personality.

He had became such an easy target when he obviously had thrown everything in the wind, laughing and joking with her but instead of attacking him, she found herself telling him about herself, with some minor modifications of course and really had a good time. And before she knew it, the flight was over. Once on land, she had immediately contacted Carol to set up the shooting after Elisabeth had told them her husband plans to have her father killed while leaving the church.

Shelly had been all over her face about not killing Colt but Carol had just sent her a frowning look and said nothing. But once again, she warned him, finding it impossible to kill him after he had spared her life trying to save her father. Patron would have easily taken her out just to reach his target, but him, he had stopped. And felt rather happy that he had managed to get out alive. But now, she had to face the cold hard truth.

Troy Colt was a real threat and like her father said, all of her family lives were in danger, and even her own. The fact that he didn't kill her in front of the church didn't mean he wouldn't at all now that he knew who really was running the show or attack a member of her family. Andryse sighed and decided to go to his hotel room right after finishing with tonight's transaction. All she had to do was find a diversion or a good excuse to dupe Jack.

Once they got on the port, she fixed her gun on her waist and and walked with nervous steps to the position where the boat would be, with Jack walking right behind her. They were slightly late and frowned when she saw six Colombian men standing on the wharf waiting for them. She looked at the leader, Juan, standing in the middle and smirked when he spoke to her in Spanish.

"You're late."

"You're early." She snapped coldly, standing right in from of him. "Let's go."

The guy looked at her furiously and turned around on the dock heading to the boat. "Everything is still in the holds. We were waiting for you before unloading."

Andryse nodded distractingly and followed him but yelled out when a big explosion was heard and she stood astounded and agape when she saw the boat blow up in front them. There were flames everywhere and the men still on board were screaming their lungs out, rushing to jump into the water, to put out their bodies caught on fire. Andryse stood still and watched Jack and the Colombian rush to the boat, shouting and cussing. She just couldn't move, too shocked by the carnage happening in front of her own eyes.

She felt a strong hand pulling her back and she raised her head to look at Carol who was whispering near her face.

"Look ahead. Two o'clock."

She raised her eyes and her heart stopped beating, her mouth opening wider when she saw a smiling Troy Colt standing a few miles away waving at her. She instinctively pulled out her gun and aimed but he quickly turned around disappearing in the dark. She immediately started running after him but Shelly's hands stopped her.

"Jack." She whispered and Andryse turned around to see the man walking up to them, furious. She lowered her gun and raised her chin to him as he started shouting.

"What the fuck was that Andryse? How did this happen? Your father will hear about this, trust me."

Before she could answer, he walked up to one of the cars and drove away. The three ladies watched the car disappear with their hearts in their throat and Shelly turned to Andryse, furious.

"Fuck! This is all your fault Andryse. If you had killed that motherfucker like you were supposed to, none of this would have happened."

"If he continues like this, he's gonna jeopardize everything we've worked so hard for... for so long. And your father will get on to us and we will all end up dead. Is that what you want?" Carol continued, anger clouding her voice.

Andryse's fingers clenched on the gun she was still holding and turned around to look at the men running around on the dock. Her chest was weaving up and down, her eyes shooting fire and her face convulsed by her anger. She walked past her friends and headed to a car after shouting to them to make herself heard.

"Shelly, call Elisabeth. Tell her to come clean up this mess and Carol, make sure Juan goes back where he came from."

"Where are you going?" Shelly asked her, already dialing her sister's number.

"Take care of Colt once and for all."