The Mighty Marco Alessandro

Can you speak?

Daniel's voice was laced with a mix of fear and unease as he continued to explain the events that had unfolded. "She had been working for Reginald for like three years," he said, his eyes fixed on Jackson's intense gaze. "It was when they were looking for a donor and none of the blood matches worked for Pamela that Reginald was contacted."

Jackson's eyes narrowed, his expression skeptical. "How did Reginald know that Jessica's blood was a match for Pamela?" he asked, his voice low and menacing.

Daniel swallowed hard before responding. "I asked Reginald the same question," he said, his voice hesitant. "He told me that before accepting any maids into his household, he requires them to undergo a thorough medical checkup and provide all relevant documents."

Jackson's eyes widened in surprise, his expression darkening with anger. "And that's how he found out about Jessica's blood type?" he asked, his voice dripping with disdain.

Daniel nodded, his eyes fixed on Jackson's furious face. "Yes, that's what Reginald told me," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "And he also said that he knew Jessica was from a poor background, that she was essentially from nobody, and that even if she was killed, no one would come looking for her."

The room fell silent, the only sound the heavy breathing of the two men. Jackson's face was twisted in a mixture of anger and disgust, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. Daniel, on the other hand, looked pale and frightened, his eyes wide with fear as he awaited Jackson's response.

Jackson's expression was a mask of seriousness and confusion, his eyes clouded with a mixture of emotions. He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling slowly, as he gazed into Daniel's eyes. The silence between them was palpable, the tension thick and heavy.

For what felt like an eternity, Jackson's eyes bore into Daniel's, as if searching for something. Then, in a low, measured tone, he spoke. "Marco asked me to bring you to him," he said, his voice dripping with an undercurrent of warning.

Daniel's eyes widened slightly, his face pale with a growing sense of unease. Jackson's expression remained grim, his eyes still locked on Daniel's. "Marco said that the reason he hasn't dealt with me yet is that my unit isn't under his control," Jackson explained, his voice low and even. "He has to reach the general in charge, but once he takes power from the top, I'm done for."

The weight of Jackson's words hung in the air, the implication clear. Jackson's own fate was at risk, and Marco's patience was wearing thin. The silence that followed was oppressive, the tension between them crackling with an almost palpable energy.

Daniel's eyes were wide with confusion, his face pale with uncertainty. He looked like a trapped animal, unsure of whether to flee or freeze. "So what are you going to do?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jackson's expression was calm and resolute, his eyes gleaming with a sense of determination. "I will need to take you to him," he said, his voice firm but reassuring. "But don't worry, in no time, I will free you," he added, his words dripping with confidence.

As Jackson spoke, he took a step closer to Daniel, his movements calm and deliberate. He reached out and placed a hand on Daniel's shoulder, his grip firm but gentle. "Trust me, Daniel," he said, his eyes locked on Daniel's. "I will get you out of this mess, no matter what it takes."

Despite Jackson's reassuring words, Daniel's eyes still held a glimmer of fear. He looked uncertain, unsure of whether to trust Jackson or try to escape. But as he gazed into Jackson's calm and determined eyes, he felt a spark of hope ignite within him. Maybe, just maybe, Jackson would be able to save him from the clutches of Marco.

Daniel's eyes still held a hint of skepticism, his mind racing with doubts about his brother's intentions. He knew Jackson's desperation and willingness to do whatever it took to get what he wanted. The thought sent a shiver down his spine as he wondered if Jackson was playing him, using him as a pawn to get his hands on the money.

"How will you get me out of jail when we both know the man we're talking about is the God of War?" Daniel asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jackson stood up from his seat, his movements fluid and deliberate. He walked over to Daniel, his eyes locked on his brother's, and whispered something in his ear. Daniel's expression changed, a hint of a smile playing on his lips as he nodded in understanding.

The two brothers shared a knowing glance, a spark of amusement dancing in their eyes. For a moment, the tension between them dissipated, replaced by a sense of camaraderie and shared understanding. They both smiled, a silent communication passing between them, as they seemed to share a secret that only they understood.

*****

Marco stepped into the room, his eyes scanning the space until they landed on Jessica. He was taken aback by the sight of her smiling, a radiant glow illuminating her face. It was a sight he hadn't seen in a very long time, and it caught him off guard.

He stood frozen, his feet rooted to the spot, as he watched her laugh and chat with the soldier nurse attending to her. Alex, who had entered the room with him, seemed to sense his tension and remained silent, observing the scene unfold.

Marco's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with questions. What could be the cause of her joy? Had something changed? He couldn't help but feel a pang of curiosity, mixed with a hint of unease.

As he continued to watch, Jessica remained oblivious to his presence, completely absorbed in her conversation with the nurse. Marco's gaze lingered on her, drinking in the sight of her happiness. He felt a surge of longing, a desire to be the one who brought her joy.

Slowly, Marco began to move towards her, his footsteps quiet on the floor. He didn't want to startle her, didn't want to break the spell of her happiness. As he approached, he couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation, unsure of how she would react to his presence.

As soon as Jessica felt the hand on her shoulder, she turned around, and her eyes lit up with a bright smile as she saw her husband standing before her. She immediately wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a warm hug.

Marco's eyes sparkled with delight as he returned her hug, feeling a sense of relief and joy wash over him. He had never seen Jessica look so happy and carefree, and it filled his heart with warmth.

"You look so happy," Marco said, his voice filled with affection, as he pulled back to gaze at her radiant face. "Can I know what's making my beloved wife so happy like this?" he asked, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled.

As he spoke, Marco gently reached out to adjust Jessica's hair, his fingers brushing against her cheek. The tender gesture sent a shiver down Jessica's spine, and she leaned into his touch, her eyes never leaving his.

The soldier nurse chimed in, a playful smile spreading across his face. "I told her she looks beautiful even in her sick bed," he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "That's why General Marco didn't notice any other woman," he added, his voice laced with a hint of teasing.

Alex, who had been quietly observing the exchange, couldn't resist joining in on the fun. "The only words we keep hearing from him are 'I want to go home to see my wife,'" he said, his voice dripping with mock seriousness.

The room erupted into laughter, with Marco and Jessica joining in. The tension and seriousness of the moment melted away, replaced by a sense of warmth and camaraderie. Marco's eyes sparkled with amusement as he gazed at his wife, feeling grateful for the joy and love that filled the room.

Jessica's laughter was music to Marco's ears, a sweet melody that filled his heart with happiness. He reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, his touch sending a shiver down her spine.

As they laughed together, the group's bond grew stronger, forged in the warmth and love of the moment. The soldier nurse and Alex exchanged a knowing glance, happy to see the general and his wife so carefree and in love.

Alex's phone suddenly rang, shrill and insistent, breaking the warm and lively atmosphere of the room. He apologized and excused himself, quickly getting up to answer the call. As he stepped out of the room, Marco seized the opportunity to surprise his wife.

With a warm smile, Marco reached into his bag and pulled out a assortment of food, carefully wrapped and presented. He held out the offerings to Jessica, his eyes shining with love and affection. "I brought your favorite dishes," he said, his voice filled with tenderness.

Jessica's eyes widened with delight as she took in the spread before her. She eagerly accepted the food, her hands trembling with excitement as she unwrapped the containers. The aroma of freshly cooked meals wafted up, tantalizing her senses and making her stomach growl with anticipation.

As Jessica dug into the food, Marco turned to the soldier nurse and handed him a small bag. "Thank you for taking care of my wife," he said, his voice sincere. "Please, accept this small token of my appreciation."

The soldier nurse smiled and accepted the bag, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "It's our pleasure, General," he said. "We're just happy to see Mrs. Marco recovering so well."

Alex stepped outside into the cool evening air, the phone call he had been expecting having ended abruptly before he could even answer it. He was about to head back inside when his phone rang again, the sudden sound making him pause. He quickly answered the call, his deep voice firm and expectant. "Hello?"

The voice on the other end was cool and detached, a hint of professionalism underlying the tone. "Sir, I've been trying to reach General Marco, but his phone isn't going through," the man said, his words precise and to the point.

Alex's eyes narrowed slightly, his grip on the phone tightening as he listened intently. He knew that General Marco's phone was always available, and the fact that it wasn't going through sent a spark of concern through his mind. "Who is this?" Alex asked, his voice firm but polite.

Alex's expression turned serious, his eyes narrowing slightly as he waited for the caller to reveal the purpose of the call. "You can talk to me, what's the matter?" he said, his voice firm but encouraging.

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and Alex's eyes flicked to the screen, wondering if the call had dropped. But then, a single word was spoken, sending a jolt of surprise through Alex. "Issa..."

The line went silent again, and Alex's patience began to wear thin. He felt a growing sense of unease, his mind racing with possibilities. "Can you speak?" he demanded, his voice rising in anger.

Finally, the caller spoke again, his voice barely above a whisper. "Is... Chloe..." The words trailed off, and Alex's eyes widened in shock.