Dark Romance: A Cruel Obsession

“No one helped him, Kasin was suppressed miserably, almost having no way out, but for some reason, Lopaka never killed him until he came to Houston,” Vilem squinted and said, “His name wasn’t originally on the list, Lopaka manipulated it, and that’s how he became Lopaka’s right-hand man.”

“After coming to Houston, Lopaka arranged several dangerous tasks for him, and he narrowly escaped death several times. Finally, in another explosion, he was injured, almost losing his legs, and I saved him,” Vilem mentioned the danger of that task, unable to suppress a shiver. The explosion had a wide impact, and he himself almost didn’t make it back.

Vivian held his hand with concern.

Vilem smiled in relief, soothingly patting her hand, “I turned him. He’s on my side now.”

Vivian found it hard to express her feelings at the moment. Not knowing Kasin, she couldn’t trust him. “Can he be trusted?”

“Help me, or die at the hands of Lopaka. He had no choice,” Vilem nodded. Vivian distrusted Kasin, but she believed in Vilem.

Vilem continued, “Chaquille and Lopaka’s people are mingling in the ports and warehouses of Houston. I don’t know if they leaked the warehouse location to the Bratva, but I’m sure they’re involved. However, Houston still needs their strength to resist Bratva, so for now, we can only be on guard.”

“Alajos is in great danger now,” Vivian, worried, covered her trembling heart.

“Houston has reached an agreement with Washington. Soon, people from Washington will also enter Houston. We need to find a way to make them fight each other.”

“What way?”

“I’ll discuss the specific plan with Alajos. You should go to sleep, Vivian,” Vilem urged, “Close your eyes, good girl.”

“One last question,” Vivian looked at him, her blue eyes reflecting moonlight. “Have you made an agreement with Alajos?”

Vilem didn’t hide it, “Yes.”

“Do you want to become the Capo of Los Angeles?”

“That’s the second question,” Vilem chuckled lightly, putting his finger on Vivian’s lips. “Shh, go to sleep.”

Vilem refused to answer further, and Vivian had to give up for the time being.

She told herself it was okay, there was still time, and she could ask tomorrow. She was too tired. The life-and-death chase, the imminent threat of death, had kept her nerves on edge. Even when she fainted in Alajos’s arms, the gunshots that felt like the arrival of the Grim Reaper didn’t stop.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

It was only now, lying on the somewhat hard hospital bed, even with the annoying smell of disinfectant in her nose, that she finally felt at peace.

She once again drifted off into a deep sleep, the monitoring instruments by the bed glowing steadily with occasional faint electrical sounds, the light blue curtains occasionally swaying in the breeze.

Vilem silently got up and walked to the window, closing it.

He watched over Vivian until dawn, when the busy Alajos arrived at the hospital, knocking on the door of the ward.

Bang!

As soon as Alajos opened the door to the ward, Vilem rushed forward, grabbing Alajos by the collar and pushing him out of the ward, slamming him against the opposite wall.

“She’s pregnant, and you didn’t protect her!” Vilem suppressed his voice, reprimanding him fiercely, like a beast with a low, menacing growl. “This is the second time, Alajos, the second time you’ve put her in danger. Do you have the ability to protect your wife and child?”

Alajos, with a stern face, forcefully countered his hands, also suppressing a low growl in his throat. “I don’t need your questioning, Vilem. Take care of your own business!”

“Vivian is my sister, ensuring her safety is my responsibility and a condition of our cooperation!” Vilem shouted back. “If you can’t protect her, let me take her away.”

“Impossible!” Alajos exerted force with his hands, restraining Vilem’s tightened knuckles. Both of them gritted their teeth, the mounting pressure making their neck veins stand out, their faces turning red.

“No one can take my wife away from me,” Alajos gritted his teeth.

“You’re wrong,” Vilem gritted his teeth as well. “If you continue to be incompetent, the Grim Reaper will take your wife.”

Alajos suddenly let go of Vilem’s hands, punching Vilem in the face. Vilem didn’t hold back either, retaliating with a punch of his own. Their equally matched fists pounded flesh, the commotion so intense even onlookers like Simpson winced in pain. Simpson observed for a moment, realizing the fight was too intense. If he intervened now, he’d likely catch a few punches himself. Deciding against getting involved, he opted to visit Knight in the hospital room, who had two broken ribs from a gunshot.

With no one to stop them, Alajos and Vilem fought fervently, from initial animosity to pure release, until they were both too exhausted to throw another punch.

“The chaos in Houston is astonishing,” Vilem sat against the wall, one leg propped up, his hand touching his lip, the sting making him involuntarily hiss. Damn, Alajos really hit hard!

Of course, he didn’t hold back on Alajos either. Thinking about this, Vilem felt a lot happier. “They’ve already targeted Vivian.”

“Vivian’s whereabouts were betrayed to the Bratva. Their actions are quicker than we anticipated,” Alajos stood up, straightening his rumpled shirt due to the recent scuffle, “thanks to your father.”

Vilem glared at Alajos.

Alajos suddenly seemed more comfortable. “Keep your cool, Vilem, don’t let anger cloud your judgment.”

“If you can protect Vivian,” Vilem said with resentment.

“I will protect her, but first, Vivian is a person; she needs freedom.”

“Freedom?” Vilem sneered. “The irony of that word coming from your mouth, Alajos.”

“If she had true freedom, she wouldn’t have married you, and she wouldn’t have even come to Houston.”

Alajos fell silent, lifting his gaze to the end of the hospital corridor, where a window was open to the endless darkness of Houston, like an abyss, like the gaping mouth of a beast.

“If given the choice again, I would still choose the marriage,” Alajos’s low voice resonated in the silent hallway.

It took Vilem a while to realize what Alajos had said. He furrowed his brow, “You…”

Alajos didn’t care about Vilem’s anger; he was stating a fact, “We can’t deny it. Marrying Vivian, securing the alliance with Los Angeles, was the best choice for Houston at the time.”

Alajos’s gaze was steady, fixed on Vilem, “If you were in my position, you would have made the same choice.”

Vilem’s anger stemmed from not wanting to admit that Alajos was right, yet he couldn’t deny Alajos’s correctness. It was precisely this that his father had seen, prompting him to dispatch so many elites to Houston, even at the cost of sending his other son and only daughter.