Brothers (Chapter Fifteenth)

Chapter Fifteenth

The long convalescence of the father was at his home, but he didn't want to see Blas, so he ordered him to return to attending the hotel business. He was clear: more control over him, not leaving him any space of freedom.

Originally, he was going to stay two weeks, but the father ordered Blas to go back to work before he arrived home. It was Bautista who was in charge of communicating that decision.

"I'm sorry," he said, really saddened.
"Don't worry. I'll stay in touch with you."

His trusted men, all of them, had told him that Blas was capable of being incorporated into the business: that he had knowledge, knew how to listen and make decisions, that he didn't lose his serenity and gave confidence. He didn't care, he didn't want him in his environment. The farther away, the better, he continued to distrust him, but deep down he knew that Blas was his only hope of maintaining his legacy.

Blas had completely assumed it, he knew that his father wouldn't give him any space for his insertion into the family business, but he would dedicate himself to establishing a support network. In practice, he already had it, but he had to deepen it.

Similarly, he needed to maintain his control over Bautista and not lose closeness with Braulio, he needed both of them.

He had perverse plans in his mind, which he didn't comment on with anyone. He used everyone around him. Everyone, without exception.

All that plan of control and domination had a high cost for him, but he was willing to pay the price. And it wasn't a low price.

The father had instructed Don Bernardo and the head of security to have maximum discipline and total control over his son. To the head of security, he had said, in a phone call:

"No mercy for the bastard."

And the head of security didn't think about disobeying him. As soon as he arrived at the hotel, he presented himself to Don Bernardo, who told him that he felt sorry for what was happening with his father and that soon he would assign him new functions.

Immediately, the head of security called him and ordered him to present himself in his office:

"Did you locate Master DHH?"
"Yes, thanks for the information."
"You're playing with fire, bastard, don't get burned."
"Don't worry."
"I'm not worried, I'm just telling you that you don't know who you're dealing with."

He looked at him and believed he saw that terrible gaze in Blas, the one from the characters he had worked with and served: The Lord and DHH. He knew them perfectly and knew how they were, recognized their gazes.

He was starting to fear him, but that wouldn't stop him from fulfilling his duty, doing the job he was being paid for, generously. He had to control, monitor, and discipline Blas, with greater rigor than what had been applied until now, "with cruelty, if necessary," the father had told him, and he was will...