Chapter III

Half an hour into the drive, the red sedan stops in front of Secundina's modest low-income house. The black-haired man notices a blond man leaning against a gray Pontiac. He gets out of the car and sniffs the air to make sure no one is following him. However, what he does notice are the blond man's nerves. He can feel them as he closes his eyes and gets into the car.

• Yes, you live far away.

—Not so much, thanks for bringing us, Daddy's brother, Mr. Dario— Emilia gets down first—Apache! Apacheeeeee! —the girl calls to her dog, the blond, seeing the girl, moves from his restless spot.

• A strong guardian, I suppose. — without taking her eyes off the man, she frowns, her hands closing on the steering wheel.

—Yes, my dad gave it to her. He came home alone and gave it to Emilia. It was a pleasure hitting you.

"A pleasure to be beaten," the blond man stares at the BMW, a little annoyed. The dark-haired man notices. "I think that man is waiting for you."

"Me? At almost three in the morning?" he looks around.

What the hell? Thanks for bringing us. —He quickly goes down to meet the blond. —What are you doing here, Fernando?

"I need to, no, I really need to talk to you. It's important." He hugs her tightly without taking his green gaze off the car. "Again with that bastard Dario."

—For you to come all the way here, it is urgent, and leave my Darío alone.

—No, that's not Dario. Who's that guy? —he looks down at her—

—She's my wife.

—Has he discovered you yet?

"Something like that," he sighs. "You're the only one who can help me."

—What do you want me to do, get a twelve-hour medical record?

-Can?

He shakes his head. “Go, I’ll figure out what to do.”

—Thank you, thank you for that. I love you. — She hugs him happily. —I love you, I love you, I love you.

—Yes, it's clear you love me—he takes out his cell phone and makes a call. —Go to the emergency room, find Iván Sotelo, he's a friend, he'll help you. Give him a good tip, and I'll charge you later.

"I knew I could count on you," he slaps her, and Elián feels his blood boil with anger.

—If you don't buy, don't bruise —he opens the door to enter his house.

—You mean that other guy who brought you home.

—I'm surprised you're talking to me like that. What's wrong with you? Besides, you know me well; I'm not one of those people.

—Yes, of course —he left the place angrily.

—You didn't know you had a boyfriend, it's weird you don't smell like him.

"Ah!" she punches him in the chest. "Don't scare me like that. I thought you'd already left."

Elian's passion

—I was just waiting for you to come home, that's all. —He enters the house and looks around, bringing his right hand up to his nose— —Your house stinks of my brother.

"He's not my boyfriend, he's a friend. What do you mean he smells like your brother?" she sniffs. "I don't smell anything." She leans closer. "You smell like him."

—Is that blond a friend, a friend, or a “friend”?

• It depends on the day, the time and the desire.

"I mean, casual lovers. We won't be watching man-beaters anymore." She leaves and slams the door shut.

—Well, this one! Who does he think he is?

She locks the door, fifteen minutes pass, her house is left in darkness, the BMW is parked again on the opposite side of the house, the black-haired man gets out of the car, goes to an abandoned house, in one jumps, climbs onto the roof, jumps from roof to roof until he reaches her house, goes down to the patio, the dog starts barking, Elian sits on the floor, his black eyes shine white, he growls, Apache lowers his head, with his tail between his legs he goes to the Greek, who strokes his head, he takes the dog's head with both hands and stares, the dog's pupils dilate, and the dog makes strange sounds as if he were trying to speak, the Greek affirms from time to time and asks questions, emitting a kind of growl. By seven in the morning, Dario's house was already empty with the two brothers in the living room, the younger one offers the older one a cup of coffee, he accepts it without saying a word, he watches Dario sit next to him.

—The night before you arrived, the locals were attacked. I'd like to think you're going to call Ciro, too.

—I was very comfortable in my exile, I received a call from Lorenzo saying that not only our clan but also mortals were being massacred, Calix instead of calming things down made them worse with the natives, and then your call.

—Both Lorenzo and I, with the help of the natives, are investigating the deaths. Everyone in the clan is cooperating. Calix, it's true he didn't act well, but believe me, he knew how to mediate well with those here. But you know our friends are proud.

• I want to speak with the alpha of this area, Kadri will be the mediator.

—Would you send an omega to negotiate?

—That omega is the best politician I've known since the reign of Darius III.

—I see it as unnecessary, you are a much better politician than him, your tongue is silver.

—Even so, I must have him by my side, two is better than one.

—You're the alpha, I'll give the instructions, on Monday I'll go and resign, I'll focus on these events.