Chapter 86 Alexandro's Revenge (1)
Bruno gasped, turning to face Alexandro. "You are still as manipulative as ever. Thirty-two years ago, you indeed killed everyone who had an allegiance to my father but you left out one person who is my uncle's adopted son, Santiago. He is as you call him - Charles, your doctor. He made it a necessity that I must know the truth. If you must know, Santiago is the murderer of the president's brother."
The place stilled as the words sunk in. No one would certainly had guessed that Charles had played a role in this all along. No one would even had second-guessed that Bruno would as well turn around to hurt the very same hand that had trained him to be what he was today. Yet, he pretended like he didn't play a key role into bringing Alexandro into this mess.
I suddenly wished I knew so much about Alexandro. He was literally at the mercy of one of his own whom he'd unfortunately groomed.
I was hoping time would still, and we could probably just vanish into thin air. He must have committed grievous offenses in the past - but if life could be fair to grant him another chance.....
There were still a lot of unanswered questions that Alexandro owed me. Troubling insane yet intimate questions. Maybe, I was stupid to have being played all along and to have fallen helplessly and hopelessly in love.
But that was a wish that depended on fate.
"I'll make you remember today....," Bruno's voice trailed off, his eyes stopping for awhile on my body.
He strode over to me, towered over me, and dragged my feet towards him.
What was he doing? Was he out of his mind?
"Maybe, this would correct your thoughts that you have no more power!" Bruno yelled, unbuckling his trousers and trying to wade himself between my legs.
"What the hell are you doing?" I yelled.
I probably hadn't expected what was coming next. Alexandro took the gun from the young man standing beside him, gunned him down then moved towards me - and multiple gunshots fired into the air.
What I saw before my eyes fluttered shut was Alexandro's bleeding body falling to the red-painted tarred floor.
"Jacqueline?"
The mention of my name stirred me up into a sitting position.
Jolene was beside me, and Maurice and Agent Drew were towering over me.
"It's good to have you back, agent Jacqueline," Drew's smile was infectious.
I returned the smile but it only made my body ache. "Where am I?"
"You're in Saint Phillip's hospital. It's good to have you with us. We received your message from Jolene," Maurice said to me, smiling down at me.
"My message?" My head throbbed as I looked towards my slender, blonde sister.
"We're grateful that you're still with us. And I'm sorry for how things had turned out for you," Maurice said.
You thought I was dead, right?
Truthfully, I thought I would die too.
I caught images of the past stuck in my head - where Bruno hovered over my sprawling bleeding body arcing his gun to my head.
What had occured before then?
Ahhh, Bruno had wanted a little fun with Jacqueline - my very own property, unsoiled and only meant for me. He wanted to plunge me into fury - a dark, clouded fury that arouse the thirst for blood.
And he did succeeded.
A woman I had fallen madly in love with even against ethics. I had presumably known about her identity when she was treated by Charles.
A woman whom Charles had advised me to play along to her tactics. The very same Charles whom I had presumed didn't seem to care much about the crimes of my yesterday.
Life was funny, right?
Charles played it cool, before me - he was loyal. Behind the scenes he played the sinner. What duly baffled me was how he was able to conceal most secrets from Bruno, his very own cousin.
Until, he felt the time was right.
Charles and Bruno, my two most trusted loyal folks. Who would have thought?
Bruno's betrayal could be quite understandable, I believed. He was avenging his father's death.
How long do I intend to hide behind the ignorance that my hidden skeletons wouldn't be revealed to the world?
And as brutally as I had taken things, so had it been taken from me - forcefully.
But I would avenge my near unfortunate death.
My chest choked and my eyes flashed opened as reality set in. Where was I?
I had no idea where I was as my eyes snapped to the scenery outside the window. A young adolescent boy who had been chopping wood paused to glance through the window, shocked to see me awake.
"Father!" The boy cried out, letting go of his axe. "He's awake!"
He turned around, running through the entrance and towards me. Who in the world was he? I had no iota idea who he was?
He stopped before my bed, breathing heavily while glancing behind him. An older man with hair as white as the clouds walked into the room and also stopped before me.
I was reminded of Charles. The older man could be Charles reincarnation, presumed to finish off the task that Bruno had failed at.
I tried to roll off the bed but the older man stopped me, placing a hand to my chest.
"I wouldn't advice you do do that," he said to me.
The boy smiled at me, an act which I found annoying. "I found you and dragged you before the special agents came.....,"
The older man hissed and the young lad kept silent, scratching his dark hair at being cut off while saying something important. He had my attention now.
"You dragged me out?" I repeated, looking back at the boy while considering his physique.
"Yes, he did dragged you out before the agents were to step into the house. Then, he called me. With my assistance, we brought you here." The older man explained.
My head throbbed, I didn't quite get it. "We? Who the hell are you two?" My eyes blazed.
"Suarez Salvador usually send me on errands.. He did.....,"
The older man hissed sharply again and the boy clammed his mouth shut.
And there it went! The mention of Suarez Salvador.
"Why are you stopping him from talking?" I touched my aching temples, clearly pissed.
"Go about your business, Vinny." The older man told the boy.
My stomach knotted as Vinny cast a silent gaze at me before he started leaving the room. Something wasn't right, and I didn't like the way things were unfolding.
"You should get well first, your health is important." The older man told me.
"Don't you think I have had enough surprises already? I would like to be in the known," my voice had an icy edge.
The man sighed. "Unfortunately, you didn't even recognize me," his lips pressed into a thin line.
One of my brows cocked up in amusement. Was he someone that I should know? "You don't strike me like someone recognisable..," I replied him.
"I used to be your bodyguard when you took Bruno into your custody. Then I became his body guard. You usually had a thing for a lady at that time but you made everyone believed you were into men...,"
"I'm sorry, this is like a familiar story," I shut my eyes briefly recalling Bruno's words to me about Jacqueline.
What was going on here?
I did missed her, infact I terribly missed her. And I wanted to know if she had been rescued by her colleagues.
Of course, she would have been saved. I wanted to see her again, but not now - not like this. Not when my mind was in a jumbled fog and all I wanted was an escape.
"You were Bruno's bodyguard?" I laughed to myself. "I've had a lot of body guards in the past especially for Bruno." I put in.
"My name is Antonio Lucas, you had accidentally laid with a lady while at the clubhouse and you didn't want Bruno to find out about your child...,"
"My child?" The words rang in my head, forcing a low rumble of laughter to stir in the depths of my throats.
Haven't I committed enough awful, grievous offenses that stank from a mile away?
I had loved Bruno like he was my biological son. I made him believe he was my son - brainwashed him, gave him whatever he requested and that included him not having another sibling.
Maybe, that had sprouted the need for me to fake having a thing for men. I laughed to myself trying to think that Bruno had made me believe that I had succeeded in buying his affections.
"The lady reported herself to you when she fully became aware that she was pregnant. But you would have none of that. She returned when she had the baby and you forced out the boy child from her hand and told me to do away with the boy...," Antonio continued to explain with a dead expression on his face.
My chest tightened. Maybe, my time of judgement was near. I was damned after all. While I seek the affections of Bruno once upon a time, I had requested that another life be taken at the expense of another.
This was probably a joke that should be left for another day.
"Lies," I said, unable to stand more of the bitter tale.