CHAPTER 11

POV. Alexander

"Stay tuned, Elmo loves to play dirty," I speak through the communicator.

"Yes sir.

These summer days are humid and rainfall is recurring. I find myself in the car, waiting for the Italian. I'm supposed to be there already, waiting makes me in a bad mood. Patience is not my strong suit. I drum my fingers on the steering wheel, counting every second.

Just when I'm about to believe that this unfortunate man has deceived me, a black sports car appears. From this the Suited man gets out, behind comes a truck from which four armed men get out. No wonder he came safely. I abandon the convertible, standing next to the door.

"Mr. Ferreti," he greeted dismissively.

"Mr. Konstantinov, the last time we met, you were just a piccolo," he comments, slipping a hypocritical smile.

"I also remembered him when he was younger, but the years don't pass in vain," I point out.

Who does this damn decrepit old man think he is?

Shit! How can Amber sleep with a guy like that?

"Let's get to the point, Aleksander.

"Perfect, I know that you have two of my men in your possession. Which makes me so angry, Elmo. At no time have I declared war on you, I thought we were at peace.

"Illustrious if you believed that there is a peaceful treaty between us. "I don't remember signing anything, or promising such nonsense when your father led," she says with mockery.

I clench my hands, this idiot is tempting my worst side. I will kill him, the idea of ​​being able to shoot him is irresistible, and doing so would trigger an irreversible conflict for both sides. I try to calm down, it's my turn to speak. I'll try to convince him.

"I have summoned you here for one reason only, I don't want to deepen the enmity, Elmo. These are two of my employees. "I don't know where the hell you have them, but you're going to return them no matter what," I declare angrily.

"You also have something I want," he says, smiling.

"Refresh my memory, I have no idea, what do you mean? "I blurted out, frowning.

"A little bird told me that you have Gregg Miller's daughter prisoner, I love her.

"Only two words, why? "I spit suspiciously.

"Miller is a friend, he is a good guy, Riccardo my half brother is the new shareholder of his company. Unlike us, he is an impeccable guy. Merda, Aleksander, the news of the kidnapping is an international matter, the little information we have about his strange disappearance is of no use, the authorities cannot find his whereabouts. It's as if the earth has swallowed it, but you have it, don't you?

"That's right," I confirm without finding myself perplexed. His talk is nothing new. And I don't buy the story about you being a good Samaritan. You are as evil as I am, or am I wrong?

"Yes, however, unlike you, human trafficking and prostitution are no longer in my plans," he informs, calmly taking out a cigarette and lighting it. Tell me something, what are you going to do with Luna Miller?

"I will murder her.

Shake your head.

"You're taking an innocent life, you know? I was doing my research, I know that your mother Elena abandoned both Dimitri and you, then she found a better life in the United States. I don't blame her, she got fed up with her despotic and beating husband, so she left " a long laugh that warms my blood ". In conclusion, you have insisted on Miller's daughter, but not on Grace Miller, your mother's little daughter with Gregg, why?

The truth is that Grace was out of our reach, but Luna closer and either of them are so important to the Millers that they would suffer equally if something happened to one or the other.

"I won't continue giving you explanations.

"I only ask Luna, in exchange I will let your men go," he conditions.

I deny, he thinks he's putting me between a rock and a hard place, the reality is that I won't give in.

"Do what you want with them, I'm just warning you to be careful. "I'm going to take revenge, you damned Italian," I threaten.

The men behind him step forward, Elmo stops them.

"I'll be waiting for that day, Konstantinov," he hums anxiously, unfazed by my words. Come on, we have to finish off those damn Russians.

I get in the car, I haven't achieved anything.

"Sir, do you hear me?

Furiously, he threw the device against the passenger seat. It makes me angry that things don't go the way I want. I hit the steering wheel hard, nothing lessens the discomfort. I accelerate the car passing close to the enemy. Our gazes meet flashing pure hatred. Volkov hasn't been doing his job well, being undercover isn't working or that girl is really taking up valuable time.

"K71, we're going home. I need to talk to you as soon as we get there, over. "I demand through the communicator.

"Understood, sir, over.

"Okay, over and out.

After a few minutes of driving, I can see the eminent gates of the property. The mansion, which retains the appearance of a castle, is protected by strong and high walls. One of my men in charge of guarding the entrance opens the electric gate. I accelerate, behind on a motorcycle are Viktor and Arkady who at the last minute decided to accompany us.

I park outside and not in the parking lot where my beloved car collection is. It's just that my father has arrived, and his sporadic visits give me a bad feeling. Does he know that his wife is a gift?

"Aleksander," he greets when he sees me.

I hug him, patting him on the back.

"Father," I return, it is inevitable not to get into his face, he looks finished, sick, he is definitely not well. The damn cancer is consuming him. Let's go in.

"No, I was on my way out. Where were you?

"Setting up some issues," I explain without going into too much detail.

"I hope everything is resolved." He stares at me trying to find something else. I hide behind a fleeting smile. Have you been doing what I ordered?

"Of course, father.

"And the anonymous photos too, right?

"Yes, I sent them to his family," I explain concisely, he doesn't say anything, he just nods his head. This week I will travel to the United States, I need to see how the company is going. Is everything okay at home, father?

"If you're referring to Dominic, all he does is study and Amber goes from meeting to meeting with her friends," he summarizes indifferently.

"So many gatherings in the week? "I find out, surprised.

I want to make him doubt, to think, this man in front of me doesn't look like my father. I do not know. Blindly trust that traitor.

"There's no point, you know what women are like, shopping, the spa, friends and having a good time is what they like. I have no problem with you spending my money, Aleksander.

The money you spend for someone else.

"Father, come home, rest. I see you...

"Evil? I am, I am dying little by little. Maybe I'll die tomorrow, maybe tonight. "But I don't want to spend the last hours of my life bedridden, Aleksander," she says reluctantly.

Sometimes I forget how stubborn he can be. He will not give in.

"May I know where you are going?

"To the club, I haven't visited it in a long time. I'll drink a little, gamble with some friends. "I must take advantage of the little that remains of my life," she emphasizes, remembering that death is already coming for him. And he adds": Come with me, son.

I can't decline his invitation, so I signal to Viktor. Notice that I'm postponing the meeting at the office. I look at my father again.

"We'll go in my car, but I won't stay long. "I have to take a flight early tomorrow," I remind him, to which he nods.

...

In the club there is nothing but exotic dancers showing their skills on a pole. With little clothing, receiving the ovation of the men. In the place that is kept dark, the colored lights that predominate give the atmosphere a forbidden touch. A tall blonde takes my father, it's Sara, how much she has grown. The last time I saw her she was thin and seemed shy. Soon the woman of the happy life leaves with my father.

Before he gets lost, my father turns around and promises that he will be back soon.

Our club looks better, there is no doubt that I have left it in good hands. The manager of the place, Hedeon Steklov, approaches. I haven't seen him in weeks. He greets me with an effusive handshake.

"Konstantinov, it's good to see you here. Have you seen that everything is perfect?

"That's what I've realized. I wasn't wrong to choose you"I admit, it's a compliment, you should be proud. I don't usually give it to anyone.

"Oh, thank you. Would you like me a drink?

"Yes, I won't stay long.

"OK. Did you come alone?

"With my father, now he's with Sara," I explain. I can't stop thinking about the blonde. She has changed so much, she didn't even look at me, nothing. Does she forget that I made her a woman? ". Sara has changed a lot, what is she like now?

"One of the best, it is very requested. Even your father's favorite. Do you need her services? "He finds out, proud of the girl.

"Maybe a couple of minutes alone.