Mr & Mrs Montero

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Montero's POV

I came back with the essentials to do the massage, my dear lady was now fast asleep. Whilst still holding the massage oil, I lean on the door and I just admire her.

She was still indeed beautiful and there is nothing in this world that would change my opinion of how I thought of her.

After a good two minutes of doing nothing but admiring her, I enter the room and close the door. I place the oil next to the lamb stand, and I go for a quick bath.

The moment the water hit my tense body, I feel tingles of pain from the bullet wound, which reminds me that I still have to sterilize my body before I sleep.

This is both relaxing and painful at the same time. I man up, and I continue my bath. Ten minutes later, I was feeling massaged but with a sore arm from the amount of hot water that had to hit my skin.

When I come out, I change into more accommodating clothes, and I start to set up my sterilization corner.

My father being meticulous had already stored up what I need, and left it at my disposal.

I smile, grateful that my father still remembered even the little things that I required to get better.

Once I am settled, the medication starts to kick in and I sleep it out.

***
I wake up in the morning and I see that a throw is covering half my body and I smile. I look at the bed, and my wife is not there.

I take out the IV drip, and I head out. When I get to the dining room, it's a full table of people, food, and laughter.

"Morning people," I take a seat, and they murmur a greeting.

"Johnathan, we need to talk," I mumble to him.

"Sure." he nods.

He knows that I only mean to talk to him after he is done eating. Today is the day.

I am going to talk to Alina.

We finish our food, and we head out. He follows me without question, and we go to my father's warehouse.

There is a line of weapons waiting for me, and Johnathan just stands at the door. Alina is strapped in a chair in the middle of the warehouse and is not bloody as she should be.

“Did you know, it takes about six steps to dismantle a chicken, in the same way it is for a human?” I drag a chair and place it opposite her, and I seat down.

She just spits on my face with disgust. I nod my head in understanding. Maybe blood and gutters is what made her tick, I thought.

“That wasn’t very pleasant.” I finally utter, leaning back, taking out a handkerchief, and wiping my face, before throwing it across the room and folding my arms and legs accordingly.

“I’m not going to say shit, Montero.” She snarls. 

“And I didn’t ask anything.” I smile. “And you owe $100 for sweating Alina. Or should I call you Alita?” I tilt my head. She seemed to freeze for a second, then resume normalcy. 

“I read your file. Your real file. The one you so hid from us for quite some years. It’s quite charming, yet pathetic, might I add. Although, I would recommend a name different if I were you. I mean, what’s the purpose of changing it if it was still close to your real name?” I question.

“Why? I was able to fool the whole lot of you.” She seemed happy about that achievement.

“Yeah, and where did that land you? In a scrapped chair, in a warehouse in Sicily, being interrogated by the very person you tried to lie to. You led a happy life, Alita, what changed?” I don't understand why Alita did all of this. Did she know what really happened that led Maria to have this type of anger towards us? Was she given false information?