Chapter 61:Mafia’s possession
As he fumbled with the door knob to twist it and open the door, Alexander pointed his gun towards him and fired a shot aimed at him. Vicente stiffened in shock and then slid to the floor. His body twitched as he bled from his neck.
Alexander walked slowly towards Vicente then he stopped, standing above him. There was a look of disgust on his face. "Motherfucker," he spat.
He watched as Vicente drew his last breath and his eyes staring blankly.
Alexander turned to Santos and the other man, Rio. "Clear this mess, leave no trace behind. I wouldn't want the Feds knocking on my front door. As for the money, bring it along." His men swung into action and dragged the body away.
He shoved the gun in his back pocket and then he opened the door and walked out of the guest house through the back entrance. Which he had used while coming in.
The crazy bastard thinks he will outsmart him and run away without being caught. As always, he had his ears to the ground and his men worked nonstop to do his bidding. After all, he pays them handsomely for their time.
He got into his tinted car which was parked a few blocks away. He ignited the car and drove off into the cold night.
The gates swung open and he drove in. When he brought the car to a stop, he got down.
"Good evening, boss," one of the men greeted. He glared at him and the man shifted in uneasiness.
"Carlos, right?," Alexander questioned.
The man's eyes widened in surprise. He couldn't believe that Alexander Vladimir knew him. "Y..Yes," he stuttered.
"Wipe the surprised look on your face. I know all the men who work for me. While you're at the gate keeping watch, make sure everything goes smoothly," he growled.
Carlos nodded his head, looking a bit frightened. "Yes, boss."
"Good, and if you don't, you'll have yourself to blame. Pass this message across to the others," Alexander said as he tilted his head towards the group of men standing by the gate.
"I perfectly understand, boss."
Alexander walked towards the huge door, leaving the men behind. A gentle breeze blew by like it was carrying promises of the future.
Carlos watched Alexander retreating. And his heart missed a beat. When Santos had called him that he had been selected to keep watch at the mansion, he felt like turning it down. But he had no choice, Alexander Vladimir gave the order and they were all expected to obey without dropping any complaints.
It was cold outside and he zipped his jacket and drew out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it before joining the men. Five of them were expected to keep watch. Each of them had a gun stuck in their holsters.
"The boss wants a good job," he said and he blew the smoke out. "You know what is at stake if we mess it up."
One of the men chuckled. "Yea, the boss takes no excuses. If shit happens, we will be on our way to hell. I heard the others who messed up are being locked up."
"I heard the same."
Jacqueline's flickered open and she rolled to the other side of the bed. Alexander was not on the bed. He must have left while she was sleeping. The room smelt of sweat, lust and his cologne.
She sat up and the duvet slipped down her body, exposing her well rounded breasts. Memories of their intimacy flooded through her mind and she smiled. Alexander sure knows how to pleasure a woman. She was still sore down there, her stomach rumbled. She hasn't eaten anything since she arrived from the hospital.
She got down from the bed and walked naked into the bathroom for a quick shower before going to the kitchen in search of what to eat.
After a quick shower, she came out with a towel tied around her body and she had another towel tied on her head.
She got dressed and walked back into the bathroom to hang the wet towels. Jacqueline came out and headed for the door. When she stepped , she couldn't help but notice how quiet it was.
There was no means of checking the time, it must be late she concluded. Her stomach rumbled again and she hastened her pace into the kitchen.
There was no one in the kitchen, she sighed in relief. She was in no mood for a chit chat. The delicious aroma of pancakes wafted through the air. On the counter, there was a tray which had a plate that was covered neatly. When she opened the plate, her lips curled up in a smile. She was delighted to see pancakes. After washing her hands, she drew a chair closer and started eating hungrily. She rolled her eyes in sheer delight.
When she was done, she poured a glass of water and gulped it down. And rubbed her stomach in satisfaction. She kept the cup and quickly cleaned the dishes before heading out.
Down the hallway, she passed Alexander's room and stopped. Almost knocking at the door but decided against it. She wouldn't want to appear needy or clingy. She was not sure if he would be happy to see her. She has accepted to be his lover but wouldn't it be awkward if she starts going after him at every given chance.
She spun in her heels and left. On her way to her room, she passed by granny Penelope's room and saw light streaming out from the door. Seems she is still awake. Granny Penelope had been nice towards her ever since she joined them. She wondered how she would react when the truth finally gets to light.
She trusted her so much, a trust she doesn't deserve. If only Penelope knows the truth about her mission.
Jacqueline paused when she heard Penelope talking. She drew closer and pinned her ear to the door as Penelope kept talking.
"I have my eyes on her. You have nothing to worry about."
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