Chapter 3 - The Secret Alliance
The heavy oak door of the bedroom creaked open, signaling the arrival of the traitor.
“Hide,” Alexander commanded in a barely audible whisper, instantly closing his eyes and letting his head roll to the side.
Nina quickly stepped back from the bed, grabbing a dust cloth to look busy.
Dr. Keller walked into the room, holding his expensive leather medical bag and wearing a perfectly tailored suit.
He looked at the heart monitor, his brow furrowing in deep confusion at the stabilized numbers.
“Did you administer the morning dose exactly as I instructed, Nina?” the doctor asked sharply.
“Yes, Doctor, just thirty minutes ago,” Nina lied smoothly, not breaking eye contact.
Dr. Keller frowned, stepping closer to the bed and shining a small penlight into Alexander’s closed eyes.
Alexander did not flinch, playing the role of a dying man with terrifying perfection.
“His system is unusually resilient, but the infection is simply too advanced,” Dr. Keller muttered, more to himself than to her.
“I will need to increase the dosage tonight to ensure he doesn't suffer any longer.”
Nina felt a violent surge of anger at the doctor's cruel, calculated hypocrisy.
“I will prepare the IV line whenever you are ready, Doctor,” she replied in a submissive tone.
Dr. Keller nodded approvingly and walked out of the room to make a phone call.
The moment the door clicked shut, Alexander opened his eyes again.
“He works for my underboss, Vincent,” Alexander stated, his jaw clenching with pure rage.
“Vincent has been trying to take over the shipping ports for months, and my death would give him the throne.”
“What do we do now?” Nina asked, realizing she was now an active participant in a mafia war.
“We let them think they have won,” Alexander said, reaching out to grasp her hand firmly.
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“You are my only eyes and ears in this house now, Nina.”
She squeezed his hand back, fully committing herself to the dangerous game ahead.
