Chapter 28

With a cigarette tucked between his fingers, Davian sits across from Felix in his office. A waiter was beside the desk that separated Felix and Davian.

"Esspreso without sugar," Davian said.

The waiter nodded his head before walking away, leaving Davian and Felix alone in the room. Davian began to smoke the cigarette tucked in his fingers, and exhaled the smoke into the air.

"What did you want to talk to me about, sir," Felix asked the man.

"I'd like to have a meeting," Davian said with a flat tone but a serious expression on his face.

Felix frowned. What kind of meeting would Davian want to have with such a serious look on his face?

"What kind of meeting, sir?" asked Felix.

"I want to lure Gordon to come here under the pretext of a party. Spread the word about the big party being held only for the top brass of the Mafia," Davian explained.

"What is your purpose in doing this, Mr. Davian?" Felix asked again.

"Since I can't go there, Gordon has to come here! I need to talk to him about Aleta," Davian explained.

Felix held back his emotions. In a way, Felix was the one with the most stable facial expression, where he could hide all sorts of emotions. Right now he was so upset. It was about Aleta again. Davian would endanger himself by inviting Gordon and his men here.

"But, Mr. Davian. I think..."

"Did I ask your opinion, Felix?" Davian interrupted.

Felix was silent, he didn't say anything else. He knew that if Davian's attitude was like this, then any sentence would not be able to prevent Davian's wishes.

"You are the butler here, my confidant. And honestly you are my only family now. I want you to organize everything. Can you do that for me?" Davian ordered.

Felix nodded his head.

"Of course, sir. Your orders are a duty to me," Felix replied.

Davian put out his cigarette in the ashtray and got up from the chair. He walked slowly, shoving both hands into his pants pockets.

"Alvin and Theo don't know about this plan yet. But I'll talk to them. And after I talk to them about this plan, they will help you. So you don't have to worry," Davian said.

Felix's anxiety is not about how much hassle he has to go through to prepare for this event. He was worried about the dangers that could occur, such as an attack or perhaps... a repeat of the massacre a few years ago.

"You don't have to worry, I'll be careful this time. There won't be any battles or anything," Davian said as if he knew the anxiety Felix had in mind.

And Davian would make sure that the danger would not happen. He had thought all this through. He would offer Gordon an exchange for Aleta that no one knew about.

"Yes, Mr. Davian."

The servant came to Davian's study and brought the esspreso coffee he wanted.

"I know you don't like Aleta, Felix," Davian guessed.

Felix just smiled, a smile so thin it was barely visible.

"I don't dispute that, sir. But I can't do anything about it," the man said.

"I have never asked anything of you since childhood, Felix. But this time, I'm really begging you. Please don't mess up my plans just because you don't like Aleta," Davian pleaded without turning around.

Felix did not answer, he just sat waiting for the next order.

***

Alvin was in his room preparing to go to the operating room when suddenly his cell phone rang. There was Davian's name on it. Alvin picked up the phone and immediately said, "I was just about to go to the operating room. You better have some important news."

"Yes, it is important. But it seems like your surgery is more important," Davian replied over the phone.

"Give me an hour, I'll call you back later." Without waiting for an answer, Alvin immediately hung up the phone.

Alvin went straight into the operating room and joined the other doctors. Alvin saw someone who was lying down and needed help immediately. He closed his eyes, touching the wound on his patient. And the image of what he had to do to save that person's life was now in his brain.

Yes, that was one of Alvin's specialties. By touching someone who was injured, he could know what was needed to save his life.

Alvin started giving orders to everyone to take care of some parts. Alvin's skills are well known. But of course, the skills Alvin possessed were skills he got because he was a werewolf. And he had to keep his secret safe.

After about 1 hour, he had finished saving his patient's life. Alvin walked out of the operating room and handed over the small remnants of the rest of his work to his men.

The man went back to his room and sat down and picked up the cell phone he had left in the drawer. After getting the thing back, Alvin then contacted Davian again.

"I'm done, tell me what you want now?" asked Alvin once his call was answered.

"Are you sure you're done?" asked Davian to confirm.

"I've taken care of the big problem. The rest is for my men to take care of. Now you just tell me what you want!" Alvin ordered.

"You come to my house. I need to talk to you and Theo," Davian said.

"What trouble did you cause this time, Huh?" asked Alvin suspiciously.

"Is my reputation so bad that every time I call, you always think I'm causing trouble?" asked Davian irritably.

"Actually, yes. Your reputation is really bad!" said Alvin.

"It's about the meeting I want to organize. I need your and Theo's help. Anyway, you have to come. If you don't, you'll know the consequences," Davian said in a threatening tone of voice.

"You won't, because you need me. But fine, I'll come after my business at the hospital is done. Oh and you better... don't call Theo right now," said Alvin.

"Why?" said Davian curiously.

"I'm sure you won't want to know the answer!" Alvin spoke flatly, because he knew what Theo was doing right now.