Chapter 136: _ I Have The People
Silence filled the air as my father inclined forward, his fingers steepled under his chin. He was waiting—waiting for one of us to make a move, to say something insightful, something ruthless.
The Delta stood nearby, arms crossed, but he wore such an unreadable expression that made guessing what was going on in his mind hard.
Álvaro, of course, sat as if he owned the entire room, shoulders squared, and eyes glistening with the newfound opportunity.
To say the man in question was to become his Father-in-law in twenty-five days and he was here, busy plotting against him like he was a sworn enemy or something.
I despised Don Diego, but I wouldn’t stand for the traitorous intent behind this meeting. Hell, I thought Don Diego and my father were friends.
Apparently, they were friends on the surface, but rivals deep within them. Each jealous of what the other has and secretly seeks the downfall of the other.
I let Father and his accomplices scheme. I let them whisper their plans with their low voices whispering through the room like the hiss of vipers in the dark.
"Don Diego needs to be humbled," my father continued. "This... unfortunate incident proves he is not as infallible as he claims."
Álvaro smirked. "And the pack should see it. This is a gift, Father. If we use it well, we can finally put him in his place. We can sue him and demand for more of his men to come over to our side as compensation and become the strongest family in the pack. That man needs to respect the Montenegro name and know that he is not the main character in this pack, the Alpha is."
My fingers tapped idly against the mahogany table. A gift. A burning body near his estate. A power struggle disguised as justice.
It was almost admirable—the way these men spun misfortune into opportunity. I listened as they planted their plot, twisting the narrative in their favor.