Head above heart I
Alejandro's POV
I hated fruity drinks and the shit Greta was pushing towards me, made me want to strangle her until her green snake eyes turned lifeless. But instead I just smiled politely and moved them to the side.
She liked it when I was nice.
So much so that I got her to convince Arnold to push the closing of the deal to the end of the month. But I needed it done faster.
Nico wasn't very patient and in order to give him Arnold I needed to slowly take all his power away.
Right now the man was untouchable. Even though Arnold had a knack for pissing off the wrong people, he had his money and connections backing him up.
He was a liability to his Company but he was still the main shareholder. If he were to disappear right now there would be too much backlash.
I first needed to take his business from under his feet and him signing that contract meant he was signing over half his company. With another clause in the contract stating that should something to happen to him, all his shares would go to the next biggest shareholder.
Me.
Once the deal is finalized, no one will bat an eye when the old man goes missing. And the ones that would, wouldn't be important enough to worry about.
Nico will get Arnold, Greta will be out of the picture, I'll be a couple billion richer and most importantly, Camila will be safe.
Which was why these little events with Greta were worth it. I had spent my afternoon visiting various places in Miami with the sole purpose of taking pictures of our 'couples trip' and sending them to Arnold.
It was my last shot at getting him to push this deal and if this didn't work, I would be forced to resort to a more unconventional approach.
And that was a risky idea in itself.
But then again, this whole thing was risky and I had realized the stress of it all was finally getting to me.
I had never had a problem with getting things done before, especially when it was business. But that was also before the one person I cherished the most's life was on the line.
It's been making me... anxious. And I had realized that I've been feeling this way for a while, Camila 's life was on the line and I couldn't fuck it up.
It has seemed that Camila had a bigger affect on me than I thought. I've never depended on another person, craved the company of another person beyond the need for a release. But I've quickly realized that Camila is the one person that makes me question whether I really want to be alone in life.
I want to be alone with her.
She's my person.
Of course she drives me mad, and her behavior on this trip just proved it. It had gotten to the point where-without realizing- her behavior had led to my explosive episode towards her this morning.
I knew I needed to do better and I realized it the moment I cooled down enough to recognize that it was unfair to be putting all the blame onto her.
But it didn't mean her behavior was justified.
She needed to do better.
If she was going to lead alongside me, she needed to grow. She couldn't be drinking her way through business dinners when she was bored. She couldn't be fooling around during important lunches. And most of all, she couldn't be foolish enough to let her pride get in the way of her own safety.
We were lucky that Nico was in a fairly pleasant mood that night because if he wasn't, she wouldn't have left unscathed.
Spilt second decisions-ones instigated by emotions -were dangerous in the mafia world.
There's a reason your head is above your heart. You never think with your heart, you always think with your head.
And the second you open up and let your emotions take control, you jeopardize what you built. You expose the one thing they can use against you. You give them a way in.
An Achilles' heel and Nico now knew Camila was mine.
The stunt she pulled this morning, that was what finally set me off.
Greta was a key factor in securing Camila 's safety. She was going to convince Arnold to push the deal, I couldn't afford upsetting her. And what Camila pulled this morning put the entire deal at risk.
With a tired sigh I climb into the car after Greta and pull out my phone once I receive, yet another, phone call from the security team.
On top of this whole mess, I had a mafia to run, an empire to expand, and Laura's death to avenge.
My men had been on the lookout for the blacked out camero. The same one that I had caught trailing Laura in those security tapes a while back.
My head guard on the trip had informed me that one of the bus boys at the valet had spotted a car that fit the exact description not too long ago. Which is why I cut this day short and head back to the hotel.
I upped surveillance but there still seems to be no sight of the car.
I glance up from my my phone and turn at the sound of a sigh.
"I love Miami. I wish I could stay longer." Greta pouts, looking at me expectantly.
We were currently on the way back to the hotel, where I was going to be dropped off and she was then going to be taken straight to the airport.
"No." Is all I offer and conveniently enough, the car pulls into the hotel.
Her face drops but she masks it while I pretend to be oblivious to her sudden disappointment.
I make a move to get out but she stops me with a hand on my forearm."Okay, bye babe!" She smiles as she leans her face towards mine. Her lips are puckered like she's going to kiss me but I simply move my head back and raise a brow.
After she had kissed me this morning in front of Camila , I had realized that it wouldn't be healthy to Camila and I's relationship if Greta was constantly touching and kissing what wasn't hers.
Camila was mine just as much as I was hers and I definite wouldn't be okay with another man touching her let alone kissing her.
But since I couldn't outright refuse Greta, I had opted for the next best approach.
I told her I had syphilis and unless she wanted to break out in hives she had to refrain from kissing me.
It was a stretch and I didn't think the lie would work, but I guess she didn't really listen to anything past the breaking out in hives thing.
She pulls back and I turn to exit out of the car as I hear her voice call after me. "Well maybe I can get a suit and stay for a few more-"
She's cut off by the sound of my phone ringing and I look down to see Marco's caller I.D.
I take the out and step out of the car to head into the hotel. But not before nodding at the driver to make sure Greta makes it to the airport.
"Speaking." I say holding the phone to my ear as I make my way towards the elevator.
"Capo." Marco's voice is rushed and I narrow my eyes at his tone. Today was not the day to be testing my patience. "Where is Camila ?"
I glance down at my watch as I wait for the elevator. It was late. "Upstairs in the penthouse." I say but then I hear his loud breathing through the line. He's upset and I sigh. "Look if she did something to disturb you, I suggest you leave me to deal with it."
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