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Chapter: "Infallible"

POV. Aleksander

It makes me out of control that plans change, not getting the result, I hate that sometimes my men are so stupid, what they call being cautious, I consider it cowardice. I will not waste any more time, I will kill that idiot myself, I do not care if the third world war breaks out.

-Dominic, we're going! -I order. I will not leave him near Luna, I look at her, she knows that he must go back to her room.

He's a guy with raging hormones and I don't trust the way he stares at him.

-Can't I stay talking with your friend?

Not even in dreams.

-No, You can not!

"I'll go back to the room, I'm not feeling well," she says, leaving the chair, stands up. See you soon.

That's it, good girl, Lunita.

"See you later, Luna," Dominic responds with a smile.

Alena appears and I wave to her. She knows what to do about Miller. I look back at my brother, he annihilates me.

-Why do we have to leave so soon? she complains, snorting.

That he gets so whiny most of the time drives me crazy.

-First you don't even have to be here, and we're leaving because I said so, period. You think I don't notice how you look at her, Dominic? I growl approaching with warning. He is unfazed.

"She's very pretty, really," he confesses openly. Later she addresses me narrowing her eyes. Is she really your friend? You seem jealous ...

-Stop talking nonsense. Come on, I have things to do.

He pouts.

Jealous? There are no reasons to be. The only thing that I avoid is that he finds out the real reason why she is there.

She will know someday, she will find out, and it won't be now.

On the way to Elmo's property, I think of my fearful partner, Dominic is a coward. He won't want to be in the ruckus, when the shots go off all over the place.

So I park earlier.

-Stay here, understood?

-No, I'm not going to stay here, where are you going?

-Fuck! Nothing is going to happen to you. I have to settle accounts, he obeys.

He got me down looking around.

-Do you hear me? I've arrived, are you still outside? -I speak through apparatus.

-Sir, it is not advisable to enter now, Ferreti's men are gathered. But tonight there will be a party, Mariola's birthday.

-Viktor, you know that you must follow my orders, what the hell don't you understand ?!

-Sir, I'm sorry, but once night comes things will be better.

I grunt, I disagree, but I'll be guided by his instincts.

-Okay, I hope you're not wrong.

-You will see that no, I'm inside, the others have aborted the mission because of what I already told you.

-Where the hell are you right now?

-As a gardener, I do my job, I'm in the garden. Even in winter there are plants that need care.

-Are you going to infiltrate the party?

-If you allow me, sir ...

-I approve, try to get Elmo to give you the opportunity to be a waiter and keep me informed, okay?

-So shall.

I get in the car, I'll go back to the mansion. No, I'll take Dominic home first. I will take advantage of clarifying to him that he cannot go when he pleases to the mansion. He doesn't have that right until he makes up his mind if he's going to be on our side or in his pink world.

-Have you blown heads so fast? -He jokes, earns my threatening look.

-Shut up -I start the car and start -. Dominic, you cannot go to the mansion whenever you want, understand, I will give the order to my men to inform me in case you dare to go. You must understand that if you are not on our side, then nothing has been lost to you there.

-Why are you so hard on me? I already told dad once that he didn't want to be a part of this, but it doesn't mean you can put me aside. I am also your family.

-What do you have in mind? I ask, I growl. If you are going to walk around with a seemingly normal life, different from mine, then you don't frequent the mansion, someone could be watching you, you are a Konstantinov and we Konstantinovs have many enemies.

-Everyone around you can be a victim, even your friend.

-He won't be staying long, he's just visiting.

-Voluntary or forced?

-You better shut your mouth, okay? -drill

"His face from him, he looked scared," he continues, I am tempted to hit him, even to stop the car and leave it there.

-Do not provoke me. -I warn.

"Okay, I won't talk anymore, I'll keep quiet for the rest of the way," he promises.

I leave him on the porch of the building, he does not say goodbye, he gets out of the car, closing the door with the outside. He is a bastard. I hit the steering wheel and accelerate again. Back at the mansion the road seems slow, heavy, I sink into a mental conflict that involves Luna. Her olive hers her green eyes hers etched in my memory, with her I cannot contain myself. I will not admit it, it will never come out of my mouth that an attraction has been forged by Miller, something that has led me to pause the discount of her days, postponing murdering her, because a force that goes beyond me has dictated it.

She is an in imperious tension that has no name, dark, furtive, that's how I want it to remain: hidden and unrecognizable.

Being back in my abode, in my place, knowing that she is above keeps me eager. Retaining her there all these months has caused a madness in my form, she has shuffled the order of the cards, in her way and without realizing that she is doing it. Luna Miller keeps changing course, it makes me doubt about my true goal. The power that she has in me becomes strong and that is dangerous.

Going up the stairs Alena intercepts me. Those honey eyes that retain their goodness, despite everything, silently stare into mine. So much mystery that she brings puts me next to confusion.

It is the same angelic face that I had compassion on, I helped him. Because I still have the same feeling so I have been flexible with her.

-What are you going to tell me?

-Aleksander, are you going to eat?

I bet you wanted to ask something else.

-No, has Luna already eaten? I return, narrowing my gaze.

-No, I'll bring you lunch immediately, with permission.

I frown, why so mysterious? I resume the ascent, I hurry, I take the key from the door upstairs and insert it into the lock. I go inside the bedroom, I find her on her back, sitting in the position of an Indian, I sigh when I see her. She is like a caged bird, she doesn't fly, she even flutters.

"Moon," I call her attention.

I can feel her tense as she turns and notices me. Her lifeless face doesn't look at me.

"I don't feel good," she says quietly.

Like lightning, what happened with Grizela falls on me; She worries me what kind of ailment she has, and not because I'm interested in Luna, for my own good I must leave the doubt, rule out a possible pregnancy. Although she is taking care of herself, mistakes happen, but she is probably rushing me.

I move forward, stand next to her and study her face. She doesn't look at me, hides behind her hands, sobbing. That sensitivity terrifies me, I remove my palms from her face and look at her seriously.

-Why are you crying? -I demand to know.

"It's just my period," she emits, her cheeks flushing.

Now everything makes sense.

-Well, if you need something you can tell Verónika or Alena -she left her, I get back on my feet.

"Okay," she whispers, almost inaudible.

I leave, and go to my room. In the huge dark space I think about the latest events, what it means to carry the weight of a leader on my shoulders. Between this and the company I was completely saturated.

After a while I get a call from Viktor. He lets me know that he has gotten the job as a waiter. But he is going to camouflage himself among the security that Elmo hired, thus reinforcing the surveillance that his henchmen carry out. I know that he can get to see himself as one of the security. Among my ammunition, only my favorites occupy an entire wall of the closet room. I choose the most effective ones, those that are infallible at the first shot.

"I'm coming for you, Elmo Ferreti," I declare, loading the Colt 1911.

...

The night envelops everything, and winter is responsible for turning the coldest darkness. The Italian has thrown the house out the window. I notice from afar the lights, the commotion, the music booming. They are having a good time, that is going to end right now. I smile, it's time to go inside.

The armored truck that ten of my men are in is behind my car. I inform you that I will be the first to enter, if I need reinforcements then I will give the order.

I sneak between the weak areas of his property, entering is a piece of cake when there is no one on the lookout for that part, I climb the wall with great agility. Once inside I look everywhere.

I advance cautiously, I am walking through the back gardens, near a rather splendid greenhouse. The first enemy is around the corner, I sneak up on him, wrapping my dominant arm around the idiot's neck as I stand behind him. I press hard until I see him on the ground.

The next he had a cigarette, I attacked him by hitting just below his chin, he jerked his head back, in question he had already lost consciousness.

As an expert I go up to the terrace, it was simple because the sea of ​​guests are far from that area. Most of the gunmen too. I can bet a lot of them have let their guard down. Big mistake, you idiots.

-K79, do you copy me?

-Yes sir. Now I'm a little busy. I'll bring Elmo a glass of champagne. Where is the? Change.

-Up on the terrace, I can see that motherfucker. I have him in my sights, I'm going to shoot him in the head, I'm not going to miss.

-Someone's coming, I must go back, over.

-Over and out.

I'm dying to pull the trigger, I bend over a bit and take aim. The Italian laughs out loud at whatever dirt the blonde has whispered in his ear. Then the hostess appears, her little daughter Mariola Ferreti, dressed in a pompous pink dress, a real daddy's little princess.

The angle, the position and the moment is ideal to shoot.