His Deadly Obsession

Chapter 16

Lorenzo

"She is in her room, sir." The maid answered me as soon as I looked at her after entering the penthouse.

Swiftly, I walked towards the room of Samarya. My earlier plan was to visit Seattle alone but now since the Morettis know about her, I cannot leave her alone. Who knows what they might do to her in my absence. My Samarya is too pure to get tangled in their dirty game.

I reached her door and knocked gently. "Samarya, it's me," I called out softly. The door creaked open, and there she stood, her eyes wide with curiosity.

"What's going on?" she asked, sensing my urgency.

"We need to leave for Seattle," I replied, taking her hand. "I think a change of surroundings will do us both some good."

Her brow furrowed in confusion. "Seattle? But what about my office? I have so much work to do."

"I've already arranged everything," I assured her. "As your boss, I can give you some time off. It's important for you to get away for a bit."

"Is Alice there in Seattle?" Her brown eyes looked at me in hope.

"She might be." I lied.

Samarya's eyes widened, the hint of a smile playing at the corners of her lips. It was clear she longed for something more, a thread of hope woven into the fabric of her everyday life. Her gaze flickered between me and the doorway of her room, as if weighing her options.

"Alright," she said after a moment, her voice barely above a whisper. "If you think it's necessary."

I nodded, relieved that she was agreeing to come with me. I took her hand gently, guiding her towards the living area. "We'll be leaving soon. I've arranged everything for our departure. Just pack whatever you need, and we'll head out."

Alvarez will be there by tomorrow evening so I had to leave right now and search about his associates. The thought of leaving her behind while I dealt with Alvarez was unbearable, and I was determined to keep her safe, even if it meant bringing her into the fray.

While Samarya packed, I made a quick call to Mark. "Mark, we're heading to Seattle. I need you to stay here and keep an eye on the penthouse. If anything, unusual happens, I want to hear about it immediately."

"Understood, Lorenzo. I'll make sure everything is secure," Mark's voice came through clearly, steady and reassuring.

"Good. Keep in touch," I replied before ending the call.

Samarya came back to the living area, carrying a modest suitcase. She looked up at me, her eyes reflecting a mix of gratitude and apprehension. "I'm ready," she said softly.

I nodded, taking the suitcase and leading her out to the car. The drive to the airport was quiet, the tension between us palpable. As we approached the terminal, I could see Samarya's eyes scanning the surroundings, trying to grasp the gravity of the situation.

We boarded the private jet I had arranged, and the flight was smooth, but my mind was far from at ease. I kept going over every detail about Alvarez, trying to piece together the puzzle of his reappearance and his current role. Why was he the Mexican Consigliere now? What was his ultimate goal?

The private jet touched down in Seattle just after midnight. The city lights twinkled below us as we landed, a stark contrast to the darkness and uncertainty I felt inside. I led Samarya to a waiting car, and we made our way to a secure, discreet safe house I had arranged for our stay.

Once inside, I settled Samarya into a comfortable room, making sure she had everything she needed. "Try to get some rest," I told her gently. "I'll be working through the night."

She nodded, her eyes reflecting her exhaustion. "Thank you, Lorenzo," she said softly, reaching out to touch my arm. "I know this is all so sudden, and I appreciate you taking care of me."

"Of course," I said, offering her a reassuring smile. "Just stay safe, and I'll handle everything."

As she closed the door to her room, I made my way to the small office I had set up in the safe house. The room was modest but functional, with a desk, a laptop, and a secure phone line.

I immediately began going through the latest intel on Alvarez, trying to piece together any information about his activities and associates. The challenge was immense. Alvarez was a master at keeping his operations under wraps, and his sudden rise to power was shrouded in secrecy.

A sudden ringing from my phone asked for my attention. It was a call from Angelo.

I took a breath and answered the call, my tone clipped. "Angelo."

"Lorenzo," Angelo's voice crackled with urgency. "I've got something on Alvarez."

"Speak," I instructed, already bracing myself for the information.

"There's been a lot of movement on his end. He's consolidating power and making high-stakes deals. I've intercepted some of his communications." Angelo's voice dropped lower. "It appears Alvarez is preparing for a major operation—something that could disrupt the current balance of power."

I leaned back, calculating my response. "What specifics do we have? Any idea what this operation involves or who his new allies might be?"

"Not fully yet," Angelo admitted. "But there are indications he's forming new alliances, possibly extending his reach beyond Mexico. If that's the case, it could complicate things significantly."

"Get me everything you can," I said, cutting him off. "I need precise details on his plans and his associates. If he's expanding his influence, we need to know who's with him and what his objectives are."

"I'm on it," Angelo replied. "I have a contact who might provide further details. I'll get back to you as soon as I have more."

"Good," I said flatly. "Keep me informed."

Alvarez's sudden rise and the shadows surrounding his operations were no coincidence. Something big was being planned. But what?

The phone rang yet another time and this time it was my father.

"What the fuck is going on, Lorenzo? What is this I am hearing about Alvarez?" My father's voice boomed as soon as I picked up the call.

"Alvarez is not dead, dad." My voice was as cold as him.

"The fuck he is not!" He yelled through the phone. "I killed that bastard myself!"

"Dad, I understand you're angry, but right now we need to focus on what's happening now," I said, trying to keep my tone steady despite the tension. "Alvarez is alive, and he's in a position of power. We need to find out why and what his next move will be."

There was a moment of silence on the other end, a sign that my father was wrestling with his emotions. Finally, he spoke, his voice quieter but still laced with frustration. "So, what do you know about his plans?"

"Not enough," I admitted. "He's consolidating power and making significant moves. Angelo is working on getting more intel, but it's clear he's preparing for something major, Oh and he is the Mafia Consigliere of Mexico."

"Destroy them all." His voice commanded and he hung up the call immediately.

"I intend to do the same, dad. He killed my god sister, no way in hell am I letting him get way this time!" I said to myself.

I stared at the phone in my hand, the finality of my father's command echoing in my mind. The anger I felt was raw, like a coiled spring ready to burst. My resolve hardened; Alvarez had to pay for what he had done, and I would see to it that justice was served, no matter the cost.

As I put my phone down, I focused on the task at hand. I needed to be methodical and strategic. First, I had to gather all the information on Alvarez's new allies and their potential plans. His consolidation of power and expanding influence were significant threats. If he was making deals and forging alliances, it meant he was aiming for something big, possibly something that could shake the balance of power across regions.

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