Since I Found You
Feet 12

The man threw Herbert's body until he hit the side of the car hard. His attitude that looks pretentious, so intimidating Altea's father. In fact, Herbert's posture was much more robust when compared to that of the man. However, Herbert did not want to take the risk of being silly.

“Remember the promise you made to Mr. Dietmar Kreuk. You're going to give up your beautiful daughter willingly. Do not forget also the deadline that Mr. Dietmar has set, because soon our great master will come here soon. Dear Mr. Ludwig Stegen.” The man spoke with great emphasis and threat.

“Do not worry. I won't forget what I promised your boss. Soon I will bring Altea in front of Mr. Kreuk. Before Mr. Stegen came to Hamburg.” Herbert again gave promises that he could not necessarily fulfill. However, the middle-aged man had no other way to save himself. The only way is to find Altea as quickly as possible.

“Come!” The man raised his hand, as a gesture of invitation went to his comrades. Without saying much more, they left Herbert with an extraordinary huffed face. How not, the time to hand over Altea was only less than a week left.

“Ah! Damn you!” Herbert looked so upset. “Where are you Altea? You trouble me!” his gerrick. The middle-aged man scooped up his rough face which was filled with a bushy beard. He vents anger in himself, by kicking the wheels of the car as fast as possible. However, in the end he complained while grimacing in pain. With a limp step, Herbert returned to the vehicle. Not long after, he left the place.

Mykola, who witnessed the scene from inside her car, only gave a faint smile. He put his binoculars back in place. Mykola, then start the car engine. He was already going to drive forward his luxury vehicle, when a special mobile phone ringing sound was heard. The dark-haired handsome man immediately paused the intention, as it was the ringtone he used for Vlad's contact number. “Master?” greet Mykola politely.

“You where?” ask Vlad straight to the point.

“I'm almost in Kiel. What's up, Mister?” ask Mykola again.

“Back to Hamburg. Go to a casino called Goldgeld. Find out whatever it takes, then report it to me.” Firm and straightforward, the command Vlad gave to the assistant trust.

“Good. I'll do it soon,” says Mykola. The dark-eyed man was silent for a moment. “Have you found Miss Miller?” tanyanya.

“That's not hard for me,” says Vlad Jumawa.

“Thank God,” reply Mykola relieved.

Vlad squinted at the voice of the assistant of trust. As a man, he was able to catch something hidden in the relief felt by Mykola. However, Vlad did not want to worry about it. He tried to dismiss the unimportant thoughts that began to occupy his mind.

“So, I saw a bunch of guys who were blocking Herbert Miller. Mr. Miller looks threatened. However, unfortunately I don't know what they're talking about,” reports Mykola.

“How much?” ask Vlad.

“About three or four people. Earlier, I also saw another waiting in the car,” explained Mykola.

Vlad was silent for a moment. The man looked out the glass window of his room. “Good. Immediately carry out the task I gave you earlier. I'm waiting to hear from you.” After talking on the phone, Vlad put his phone on the table. He who was sitting on the edge of the bed, was pensive for a while. His gaze was then fixed on a fake foot placed in the corner of the room. Suddenly, he had a crazy idea in his mind.

The blue-eyed man again grabbed the phone he had just put on the table. He then contacted Altea, telling the young woman to come face to face with him.

"What's up, Mister?" altea asked after Vlad allowed the young lady to enter.

"Prepare. We're going to Berlin right now" Vlad said.

"Berlin's? Now?" altea looked confused and surprised. Altea furrowed his brows while moving the eyeball irregularly.

"Yes. Are my words unclear? Get ready now, we're going to Berlin!" vlad once again.

"Alright," Altea said as he nodded slowly. Without much protest, he returned to his room. At the behest of the master, Altea began to prepare. Not to forget, butut backpack which is the only valuable object, he brought to accompany the trip this time.

"We're leaving first, Mom. I've ordered Heinrich and Amanda to accompany you here as long as I'm gone" Vlad said, as he prepared alongside the Mercedes-Maybach, a favorite car that he used to carry everywhere. This time, it was the luxury car that would take him and Altea to Berlin.

"Ah, you really don't have to order anyone, son. I'm used to doing everything myself" Elke refused subtly.

"That was when Mom was young. As I get older, I don't want Mom to work too hard, nor be alone for long" Vlad said. He did not want any more rebuttal, so the handsome blue-eyed man immediately kissed the mother on both cheeks. He even got into the car in a hurry. "Come, Miss Miller! Time is money!"

"I'll go first, Madam! The great master has already ordered me," said Altea as he bowed politely, then rushed into the car.

"Be careful on the road!" Elke waved, as Vlad's speeding vehicle left the yard and crossed the village road.

From the village streets, they entered a fast road between cities. At normal speed, a car takes four hours to arrive in Berlin. However, since Vlad was a reliable driver, he only spent three hours on the highway until arriving at a five-story building, which was in the center of Berlin City.

"Where are you taking me?" tanya Altea hesitated. He followed Vlad's strapping body which had already descended from the vehicle.

"Later you'll know. Bring my wand," Vlad said as he thrust his walking stick at Altea. "Push the elevator button to the top floor, "let the handsome man know again.

Altea doesn't talk much. He obeyed whatever Vlad said without asking any questions, until the elevator door opened on the intended floor.

Vlad led Altea out of the elevator, then stopped in front of a room with a gold-plated door. He simply knocked on the door full of classic carvings twice. Not long after, a middle-aged man opened it wide.

The man with completely grayed hair, looked as bright as he saw the dashing figure of Vlad standing before him. "Mr Ignashevich, how are you?" greet the man while stretching out both hands. He was ready to hug Vlad. However, the Russian man first avoided by rewinding the body.

"Ah, I'm sorry. I've always forgotten that you don't like being too close to other people" said the clumsy man.

"Please come in, sir. I ... hey! Who is this beautiful lady?" The man's attention was distracted by Altea, who was standing slightly behind Vlad.

"He is my new assistant," the origin Vlad replied, making Altea glare sharply at him.

"Oh. Is Mr Mykola not working on you anymore?" asked the man as he directed Vlad and Altea to sit on a long sofa, which was firmly attached to one side of the wall of the room.

Vlad didn't think at all about the man's question. Her blue eyes instead focused on one more person in the room, a woman who seemed to be a little younger than the man.

"Mrs Gertrude Hofmann." Vlad immediately greeted the woman. "Make me a special prosthetic leg that has more strength and endurance. Insert also a set of weapons that I can use to defend myself," he said without further ado.

"Didn't I have made eleven pieces with various designs and special materials for you, sir? Has Jan been sending you the wrong address all this time?" asked the woman named Gertrude earlier, glancing sharply at the man next to her.

"No, Mistress. Don't blame Jan. All this time, he always sends my orders on time," Vlad said so that Gertrude does not reprimand her employees harder.

"Then, now you want to order another one?" asked Jan doubtfully.

"Yes. I want a pair of prosthetic legs, which I can use to fight," Vlad replied with a faint smile on his back from the corner of his lips.