Dark Romance: A Cruel Obsession

“I don’t think so,” Simpson shook his head, “How can you ensure that Bratva won’t tear up the treaty and help Bryson?”Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

Bratva is not trustworthy.

Moreover, Bratva may not be willing to cooperate with them, and they might even take their plans to collaborate with Bryson. Once the hypocritical facade is removed, the false friendship between the two cities can no longer be sustained. Alajos cannot guarantee Houston’s victory, it’s too risky for him.

“The best way to stir up a city is to create conflict between two forces,” Alajos said, “Houston cannot cooperate with Bratva, so we’ll intensify the conflict between Bratva and Los Angeles, prompting Bratva to attack Los Angeles proactively.”

“It seems like you already have a plan,” Simpson raised his glass to Alajos.

“Leave it to Fidelio.” Alajos clinked glasses with Simpson, the liquid inside the glass swayed, the light and shadow shattered, “Houston has shown sincerity to him, and he should also show sincerity to us in Washington.”

Simpson shrugged and said, “I can’t understand why you involve Shelley in the port business. She knows nothing, just a naive little girl.”

“We have to admit, Charles has a sharp eye indeed.” Alajos openly admired Charles, he said, “Rosente has eleven sons, he bypassed the heir Emmert and chose Festus.”

“Festus, a genius hacker, with the help of the network’s tentacles, he can reach anywhere if he wishes.” Alajos’s eyes flashed with determination, “Charles has added a very weighty bargaining chip for Shelley’s value.”

“Oh?” Simpson joked, “I thought it was because Festus likes Shelley.”

Simpson half-jokingly sneered, “That old man Charles.”

“I don’t mind him using such means, as long as they are loyal to me, I am willing to maximize their interests, which will make me powerful.” Alajos put down his empty glass, “Both Fidelio and Charles have clear aims, to push Shelley forward, to replace Hanson as the heir.”

“Let Shelley replace Hanson? Our most outstanding and brave undercover agent?” Simpson seemed to find it a joke.

“I know it sounds ridiculous, but that’s their plan indeed,” Alajos said, “Shelley will give birth to a son, and if her son survives to adulthood, Benoist will do his utmost to foster Shelley.”

“It’s absurd.” They grew up together since childhood, Simpson saw some potential in Shelley. Letting Shelley temporarily become the heir of the Benoist family and taking over Benoist’s business? Is this child’s play?

“It doesn’t matter.” Alajos said, “Benoist is willing to play this game with her, so let them play.”

Alajos’s generosity exceeded Simpson’s imagination, “Aren’t you afraid they’ll mess it up?”

“No, they won’t.” Alajos, of course, had his own calculations, “Benoist and Washington will allocate more people to help Shelley, weakening their control over the land business, I need a part of the dominance.”

At this point, Alajos remembered the two arms trafficking routes he took back from Richard, he wanted to hand one of them over to Vilem.

Simpson was silent for a moment, “We need to target Bryson, but you trust Vilem so much.”

“Killing Bryson is necessary, and then Joseph will become the new Capo, Los Angeles will fall into chaos, and that will surely be Joseph’s weakest moment.”

Simpson was a clever man, he immediately understood Alajos’s intention, “You want to persuade Vilem to return to Los Angeles to compete with Joseph for the position of Capo?”

“Before that, Vilem needs to have a stronger force.” The current Vilem still has a long way to go compared to Joseph.

“Vilem may not agree.” Simpson knew Vilem’s relationship was not bad, he knew this friend quite well.

Vilem is impatient but soft-hearted, he does not like killing, but fate has made him a Made Man, he cannot resist and suffers for it. Perhaps it is this suffering that made Bryson give up on him, and focus all his attention on Joseph, who has already become a perfect heir.

Not getting his father’s approval is certainly painful, but Vilem is both pained and happy, he has always believed that one day he will be able to rid himself of his current identity and start a new life.

Simpson could guarantee that Vilem’s desired new life definitely did not include becoming the new Capo of Los Angeles.

“He has no choice.” At this moment, Alajos was cruel, he tore apart Vilem’s unrealistic fantasies, exposing the ugliness under the curtain to the sunlight, “Josephis a brutal, despicable, and ruthless killing machine. He will become a more ferocious and terrifying Capo than Bryson. Will he spare Vilem, who poses a threat to him? Will he spare Vivian, who has become my wife?”

“I firmly believe Joseph is a terrible antisocial element, he will launch a full-scale war, plunder Houston, and trample on everything and everyone that poses a threat to him.”

Simpson believed Alajos’s judgment, and Vilem was no fool either. He even understood his brother more than Alajos did. But perhaps it’s the human nature of avoiding reality, Vilem exiles himself in one task after another, unwilling to face it.

…

Vivian had a dreamless night, sleeping comfortably and relaxed.

Maybe it was because she was back in a familiar environment, or maybe it was the reassuring warmth behind her.

Vivian glanced at her squirrel alarm clock, it was nine in the morning.

“Oh my goodness.” Vivian quickly got up, her movement woke Alajos.

“What’s wrong?” Alajos, who was constantly vigilant, became alert the moment he opened his eyes.

“It’s already nine o’clock.” Vivian threw back the covers and got out of bed, “Aren’t you supposed to go to work? I need to go to Adieu today.”

The crisis was over, and Alajos’s tense shoulders relaxed, “No, I took the day off for myself.”

“Okay, but I won’t be able to accompany you.” Vivian opened the wardrobe, choosing suitable clothes to wear to the bar. Of course, she was going to work, so she should pick something more formal.

“That’s okay, I’ll come with you.” Alajos threw back the covers and got out of bed, picking up the slippers by the bed and handing them to Vivian, “Put these on.”

Vivian obediently put them on, “Where are you accompanying me to?”

“Adieu,” Alajos said, “It’s my first day at work today, I have to accompany you.”

“Really?” Vivian said in surprise, “You didn’t tell me. I’m so happy.” She had been feeling nervous about taking over the bar. She had no experience in working and managing. Alajos had handed over his mother’s bar to her, and she was worried that she would not do well and disappoint Alajos.

But having Alajos with her made all the difference. Even if he just went along without saying anything or doing anything, she would be at ease.

“The bar operates at night. We’ll go over at three in the afternoon to prepare, and it officially opens at five.” Alajos picked out his light blue shirt from the wardrobe, “We’ll go after having lunch, and I can briefly hand over to the bar manager.”

Seeing that Alajos had everything arranged for her, Vivian’s suspended heart finally found a place to rest. She unconsciously sighed with relief and responded cheerfully, “Okay.”