Dark Romance: A Cruel Obsession

The news of Dniel’s death was like a bomb going off in the carriage, Joseph’s dark expression resembling the sky before a storm. The driver in front glanced in the rearview mirror, so startled that he almost stepped on the wrong pedal.

Alajos, noticing Joseph’s expression, asked knowingly, “Who died?”

In the eyes of the Bratva’s rival mafia, Dniel’s death was undoubtedly a great boon. Unable to explain the impending challenges he faced to Alajos, Joseph casually remarked, “Just a disobedient underling getting into trouble.”

Joseph manually lowered the window, the brisk and cold wind cutting through the stuffy atmosphere in the carriage. Looking outside, Joseph’s gaze turned cold and fierce as he scanned the hidden gun muzzles in the dense forest.

Those were the best snipers in the Los Angeles organization, prepared by Joseph for Alajos. They could accurately shoot an enemy’s head from over a kilometer away, their excellence and bravery befitting Alajos’s status.

But now, Joseph had no use for them.

With Dniel dead, Barron would replace him as the new leader of the Los Angeles Bratva. Barron had always been against cooperating with the Jones family, and his ascension would bring endless troubles for Joseph. If Joseph insisted on killing Alajos at this time, he would face a pincer attack from Barron and Houston.

It could be said that Dniel’s death completely disrupted Joseph’s plans.

Joseph grew somewhat irritable, but he believed he hid it well.

Meanwhile, Alajos, who had orchestrated Dniel’s death, didn’t think so. He could easily see through Joseph’s facade to the furious soul beneath, manipulating Joseph’s emotions with ease.

This manipulation of emotions truly put one at ease. Alajos lowered his head to check his email, a fleeting smile playing on his lips.

The car smoothly entered the villa area, and Alajos immediately sensed the tension in the air. Bodyguards were systematically positioned in visible corners, and he could confirm at least two ambushes hidden from his view.

“Alajos, welcome.” Mark, Bryson’s deputy, who had briefly cooperated with Alajos during a joint Los Angeles and Houston mission, hurriedly walked out of the villa, craning his neck to peer into the car. “Where’s Vivian? Quickly bring her out to see her injured father. The poor girl must be so anxious.”

But the only one meeting his gaze from the driver’s seat was the driver.

“Vivian is pregnant,” Alajos informed Mark.

“I know, Vivian is pregnant. Bryson must be thrilled,” Mark said, glancing into the car, asking, “Where’s Vivian?”

Alajos expressed regret, “Vivian couldn’t make it.”

“Why?” Mark looked shocked.

“Vivian was scared and nearly miscarried, so she was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment. The doctor didn’t allow her to leave,” Alajos explained.

Mark furrowed his brows, seeming to disagree with Alajos. “Bryson is Vivian’s father; she has a responsibility to visit him.”

Alajos looked firm, locking eyes with Mark. “Vivian is my wife, carrying my child. I must ensure her and the child’s safety first.”

“Los Angeles is Vivian’s home; it’s safe here,” Mark argued.

“I doubt you would like to discuss where the truly safe place for Vivian is with me, Mark.” Alajos refused to be drawn into further discussion on this trivial matter, his gaze shifting past Mark to the villa’s main entrance. “Can I see Bryson now? My wife is waiting for my message in Houston.”

A subtle nod from Joseph behind indicated Mark to comply.

After taking a deep breath, Mark stepped aside. “Please follow me.”

Mark led the way, with Alajos and Joseph silently trailing behind.

Mark couldn’t help but complain, “Barron is a madman; he actually organized assassins to attack Bryson. They broke into the office area, a foolish suicide move.”

Alajos, following Mark upstairs, frowned. “I’ve heard of Barron; he’s a seasoned and cautious assassin. This reckless behavior doesn’t seem like his style. Could someone be framing him?”

“No, we’re certain this is Barron’s doing. He’s gone mad,” Mark gritted his teeth.

“Why?”

“Because of Jay Vyazemsky’s death!” Mark cursed under his breath, “That bastard Barron has pinned it on Bryson. He planned this attack to avenge Jay.”

“Truly…” Alajos hoped his expression conveyed regret for the situation rather than satisfaction.

Joseph, who was observing Alajos’s expressions from behind, had always suspected Alajos of framing Bryson’s assailant.

The sterile and grand master bedroom turned into a hospital room, equipped with expensive precision instruments imported from Germany by Joseph. Several world-class doctors responsible for Bryson’s condition had conducted multiple joint consultations and two surgeries with Joseph’s permission, effectively controlling Bryson’s condition.

However, Bryson still hadn’t regained consciousness.

Alajos changed into protective gear, and after disinfection, he followed Mark into the sickroom to visit Bryson. Bryson remained in a coma, oblivious to their presence.

Alajos looked down at Bryson’s pallid face, the bullet wounds and two major surgeries causing him to rapidly lose weight. This shrewd and cunning old man now only had weak breaths left. Alajos believed that in the near future, he would lose the right to breathe, turning into a decaying corpse.

Without a flicker in his gaze, Joseph viewed Bryson on the hospital bed as though he weren’t his father but an insignificant stranger on the street.

Rushing through discussions with the doctors about the next treatment plan, Joseph bid farewell to Alajos.

“I have urgent matters to attend to now and can’t continue accompanying you, my friend.” As they spoke, Joseph’s phone urgently rang once more.

Alajos was well aware of Joseph’s busyness and pretended to frown disapprovingly but didn’t stop him from leaving.

Helping to calm him down, Mark said, “Bryson’s condition has made Joseph very occupied.”

Alajos immediately showed understanding. “Will Joseph replace Bryson as the new Capo if Bryson remains unconscious?”All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

“If Bryson continues not to awaken,” Mark sighed. “Los Angeles can’t be without a leader, and Joseph is Bryson’s most outstanding heir.”

“What about Vilem?”