Perfectly Imperfect

Chapter 23

*Alonso*

"The drugs that miss Rodriguez had made recently have been a hit in the market just like she said in just a few days." Felipe followed me to the lounge.
"I have a good feeling about this organization. The military stopped the first and messed up everything but not this one. I won't allow that to happen again," pouring a drink, I handed it to my brother then took a seat.

"Aren't you drinking?" He asked.
"No. The doctor said that it's not advisable for me to drink at this stage. I have to stay strong in order to conplete my mission and that is to kill Maarshaal using his very own daughter."
"You mean the child you kidnapped twenty years ago?" Felipe placed his drink down and sat back crossed legged.

"Yes. Maria Camilla." Nodding, he gave a surprised look. He only knew that I kidnapped a child and took her in as my own but I never told him the whole story.
"What?" I asked.
"Never mind, it must be a coincident. The woman that helped us escape was also called Maria Camilla. I've known her since she was a child living in the streets," he explained as if it was nothing.

"Maria Camilla you say?" I asked suspiciously.
If that girl is in the Military, then she'll be closer to her father than ever before that happens, I need to get her over here and make a move.
Quickly, I reached out for my phone and showed Felipe a picture of her taken by my man I asked to watch Simón's house.

"Is this her?"
"Yes. How..... This means that....," he stuttered connecting the dots.
"Yes. This is Maria Camilla Marshaal and Renata's daughter. She helped you escape without the knowledge of the military. I'm now sure that betrayal runs in the family of Marshaal," for everything he had done to me, I'll make him pay. For being responsible for my unborn child's death and also taking everything I had once.

"So she is the general's daughter" I nodded and I have just the Perfect plan for her to come back to us.
"I need your help with something," standing up, I put my hands in my pockets.
"Didn't you say she helped you escape?" I asked just for him to admitt it again.
"Yes."
"That's why I want you to expose the truth." Turning back to my brother, I could see he isn't understanding where I'm headed to.
"If I do that, I'll be exposed too," he stood up too.

"Felipe, start thinking like your brother here. What I meant to say is, the reason why she helped you escape was because of her friends right?..... If she could take that risk, what do you think she will do if she finds out that her friends have been killed?" I smirked.

"You're right, I haven't thought of that."
"We'll trap her in such a way that the military will go after after her. That way, Marshaal and his very own daughter will become enemies. Marshaal will see Camilla as the enemy of the country while Camilla will see him as the mastermind behind the death of her friends," I smirked.

"Wow Alonso. I wonder where you got that brain of yours," Felipe placed a hand on my shoulder.
"That's why you should learn from me."
"When do you want this done?" He asked.
"The sooner the better but we'll have to know who we are up against before striking," I said.
"Maria Camilla is not just some ordinary soldier. She is gifted in many ways, I've known her since she was little. She's very slippery, manages to squeeze her way out of every trouble. She's sharp and fast that's why we need to be careful with whatever we're planning," it's  a good thing that I have someone who knows her very well. This way, it will make my work less harder.

"No matter how sharp she is, she can never out smart her own father," Reaching out for the glass on the table, I gulped the drink down.
Get ready, the game has just began.

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*Maria Camilla*

I came back to the room and met Carlos still asleep, laying flat on his stomach, his hair covering his face.
Quietly, I sat at the edge so not to wake him up, brushing his hair from his face.
He looked so peaceful sleeping like a baby that I smiled.
He brings out the worst in me.
He makes me do things I don't want to, things I've never done ever before.