Chapter 6 Reincarnated As A Mafia Boss

The next day, at Alex's funeral, his immediate family stood in a line by the casket, allowing mourners to offer their condolences and view Alex one last time before taking their seats. The Gregory family was also present, all dressed in black.

Mrs. Gregory wore a frown, clearly unhappy about attending the funeral. To her, Alex had always been the least important person in the family, and she considered being there a waste of time. She only came because her husband had insisted.

Like her mother, Selena also had a frown on her face. She didn't want to attend Alex's funeral either but was forced to by her father. She had no feelings for Alex, and his death meant nothing to her. She didn't know how he died or what led to his death.

Mark was there too. He looked calm, but part of him regretted his decision to kill Alex. Even though no one knew he was responsible, the guilt weighed heavily on him.

Alex's immediate family began their speeches, talking about his life and the kind of person he was. Some said prayers, while others just shook their heads at his corpse and left.

Finally, Selena was called up to deliver a eulogy. She stood before everyone and told stories about Alex, trying to keep it lighthearted and sweet. She spoke at length, sharing mostly kind and positive memories.

After the speeches, the casket was closed, and the pallbearers carried Alex's body through the attendees to the hearse. Everyone followed behind in a funeral procession to the burial site.

It was a stormy evening, with dark clouds blocking any sunlight. Rain poured heavily, accompanied by thunder and lightning.

At the cemetery, Alex's immediate family sat at the front, while everyone else stood behind them in a semicircle. The pallbearers carried the casket to its final resting place. More prayers and final words were said.

Once everyone left, the casket was lowered into the ground and covered with dirt. The dirt continued to fall until the casket was buried completely. Above the soil stood his headstone, which read: Alexander Hamilton, died on June 5, 2024. A flash of lightning lit up the sky, followed by a loud clap of thunder.

The next morning, in a small motel room, an alarm rang loudly. A young man lay in bed, groaning as he woke up and turned it off. He sat up, stretched, and yawned.

Opening his eyes slightly, he looked around the small room. "Where the hell am I?" he asked himself, glancing around.

The man stiffened at the sound of his own voice. It wasn't soft and weak as usual; it was thick and masculine. He touched his throat and felt a strong Adam's apple. "This is strange," he said. Looking down at his hands, he saw fresh, olive skin.

"I thought Mark killed me, so how am I still alive?" he wondered aloud. "Or was everything a dream? Was my divorce from Selena a dream? Was my death a dream?" He was utterly confused and needed answers.

Across the room was a wall mirror. He climbed out of bed and hurried over to it. When he looked at himself in the mirror, he gasped. The man was Alex Hamilton, but he was in another person's body. Alex, now in the body of another man, was bewildered. What was he doing in this body? What was happening?

Alex found himself in the body of a strikingly handsome man. This man was taller, stronger, and incredibly impressive, with a strong jawline and bright blue eyes. His jet-black hair was shoulder-length and silky.

Alex stared at his reflection in the mirror, unable to believe it was real. "What's going on? Is this a dream?" he wondered aloud. The last thing Alex remembered was being shot by Mark for refusing to sign the divorce papers. Now, he was alive and in someone else's body.

He approached the door and opened it to find a long corridor. Not knowing where he was, he gently closed the door and returned to the room. The clock read thirty-five minutes past seven. Alex drew back the curtains and saw it was already morning, with the sun beginning to rise.

Sitting on the bed, he scratched his head in confusion. "What the heck happened? Mark shot me, so I'm supposed to be dead. How am I still alive and in a stranger's body?" Alex asked himself, perplexed.

With so many questions driving him crazy, Alex decided to take a deep breath and stay calm. "I need to get answers, but first, I've got to get out of here," he thought.

Feeling weak and wobbly, he didn't bother brushing his teeth or taking a bath. Alex went to the closet and found an expensively tailored white suit, a pair of black designer shoes, and dark sunglasses. He knew the clothes weren't his, but that didn't stop him. He quickly put them on, along with the shoes and sunglasses.

Looking in the mirror, he was astonished. The man staring back was the most handsome and impressive man he had ever seen: slim but powerfully built, with a straight nose and sparkling blue eyes.

Glancing around the room, Alex saw a wallet on the table. He grabbed it, then gave the room one last look before walking out. He made his way down the corridor and found an elevator. Entering it, he pressed a button, and the elevator began moving down to the lobby.

"What's going on?" Alex said, resting his back against the wall. Instinctively, he put his hands in his pockets and felt something. Pulling it out, he found a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

Though Alex had never smoked before, his current state of confusion made him crave something to calm his mind. The cigarette seemed like the perfect solution. As the elevator descended, Alex lit the cigarette, inhaling deeply. The smoke filled his lungs, and he felt a slight sense of calm wash over him.

As the elevator doors opened to the hotel lobby, Alex exhaled a cloud of smoke, ready to face whatever awaited him outside.

The elevator doors slid open with a soft ding, and Alex stepped out into the hotel lobby. The lobby was spacious and luxurious, with marble floors and elegant chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. The reception desk was directly ahead, staffed by a sharply dressed receptionist who looked up as he approached.

Walking confidently, despite the turmoil inside, Alex made his way to the reception desk. The sound of his designer shoes echoed slightly in the grand space. As he reached the desk, he gave the receptionist a polite nod and handed over the room key.

"Checking out?" the receptionist asked with a professional smile.

"Yes," Alex replied, his new deep voice resonating with authority. The receptionist nodded, swiftly completing the check-out process.

"Thank you for staying with us. Have a great day," she said, handing him a receipt. Alex took it, sliding it into his pocket without a word, and turned toward the exit.

He walked through the large glass doors and stepped out into the fresh morning air. The city was unfamiliar, the streets bustling with people hurrying to their destinations. Cars honked, and the distant sound of construction added to the urban symphony. Alex paused for a moment, taking in the new environment, feeling like a stranger in a strange land.

Glancing around, he noticed a bus stop across the street. Deciding he needed to move and figure things out on the go, he walked toward it. The bus stop was crowded, but he managed to find a spot to stand while waiting. A bus soon pulled up, its brakes squealing as it came to a stop. The doors hissed open, and people began to board.

Alex followed the crowd, climbing the steps into the bus. He paid the fare with some cash he found in the wallet from his room, then moved down the aisle to find a seat. The bus was relatively full, but he spotted an empty seat near the back and settled into it.

The bus started moving, the cityscape blurring past the windows. Alex leaned back, the cigarette still in his hand, though unlit now. He watched the city go by, trying to piece together what had happened to him and what he should do next.

As the bus drove on, he thought about his old life, his death, and his new reality. His mind was a whirlwind of questions, but he knew one thing for sure: he had to find answers.

"This is a new beginning, and I have to make sense of it, one step at a time," Alex thought to himself as he continued smoking.

As the bus continued heading towards where God knows, Alex dipped hands went through the expensive suit he wore and out of my pockets, he found a journal and he knew it belonged to the man whose body he inhabited.

Alex went through the journal, searching for the date. What he found came as a shocker to him. 4th of June, 2024.

His eyes widening, he sharply pulled out his cigarette from his lips and rubbed his eyes to be sure he wasn't dreaming. The date on the journal was the day before Alex died. Alex died on the fifth of June, 2024.

Alex found an iPhone 15 in his pocket, and the first thing he checked was the date. The date was June 7, 2024. It was two days after Alex's death.

"It seem I got reincarnated or something like that," Alex said under his breath. He never believed such things existed. Although, he had read about it and he had also watched movies that showcased it, and he had even heard stories about it. But he never imagined something like that could happen. He never imagined that something called "reincarnation" could happen to him.

As he pondered on this, the bus stopped.

Alex rose to his feet and he stepped out of the boss. Stepping out of the bus, he walked down the streets, and his eyes were watchful. Alex felt light headed, and everything was unbelievable. He remained where he stood, looking like someone who just arrived at the city.

Glancing down at the journal in his hand and he studied it. It appeared the man whose body he inhabited was someone of importance. The journal in Alex hand contained so many events and activities that only a billionaire would write in his journal. Then he saw his name, and his name was Alejandro Gambino.

"Alejandro Gambino? Gambino is an Italian name. But who is he?" Alex asked himself as he gazed at the name.

As Alex stood on the bustling street, he felt a mix of bewilderment and curiosity. The realization that he was now in the body of a man named Alejandro Gambino was sinking in. The journal in his hand and the iPhone in his pocket were the only clues he had to understand his new identity and figure out what had happened.

He opened the phone and quickly scrolled through the contacts. The names Frederick, Garza, Lizzy, and Salvador were listed with their phone numbers. Deciding he needed more information, he chose to call Frederick first.

Pressing the call button, he held the phone to his ear, the dial tone ringing a few times before a voice answered.

"Hello, Alejandro. What's up?" Frederick's voice was casual but held an undertone of familiarity and importance.

Alex hesitated for a moment before responding, trying to sound as natural as possible. "Hey, Frederick. I, uh, just needed to touch base. Can we meet up?"

"Sure thing. Meet me at the usual spot?" Frederick replied without hesitation.

"Yeah, the usual spot. I'll be there soon," Alex said, ending the call and pocketing the phone. He didn't know where the "usual spot" was, but he hoped the journal might provide a clue.

Flipping through the journal once more, he found an entry detailing a meeting at a place called "The Skyline Lounge." It was dated just a few days before, and he hoped it was the usual spot Frederick mentioned.

Determined to get some answers, Alex hailed a taxi and instructed the driver to take him to The Skyline Lounge. The drive was short, and soon Alex found himself standing in front of a sleek, modern building with a sign that read "The Skyline Lounge" in elegant letters.

Taking a deep breath, he entered the lounge. The interior was sophisticated, with dim lighting and plush seating. A bar lined one wall, and large windows offered a stunning view of the city skyline. Alex scanned the room, looking for anyone who might recognize him.

He didn't have to wait long. A man in a tailored suit, with sharp features and a confident demeanor, approached him. "Alejandro! Good to see you, man," Frederick said, extending a hand.

Alex shook Frederick's hand, forcing a smile. "Good to see you too, Frederick."

They took a seat at a secluded table, and Frederick ordered drinks. As they settled in, Frederick looked at Alex with curiosity. "So, what's up? You seemed a bit off on the phone."

Alex decided to tread carefully. "I've just been feeling a bit... off lately. I guess I'm still processing everything that's happened."

Frederick nodded sympathetically. "I get it. After the deal with the Rossi family, anyone would need some time to process. But don't worry, we have everything under control."

The mention of the Rossi family piqued Alex's interest. He knew he needed more information but couldn't reveal his ignorance. "Yeah, about that. Can you remind me of the details? My mind's been all over the place."

Frederick raised an eyebrow but complied. "We finalized the partnership with the Rossi family last week. It's a big move for us, expanding our operations in Europe. You were the one who brokered the deal, Alejandro. It was impressive."

Alex nodded, trying to absorb the information. "Right, right. It's all coming back to me now. Thanks for the reminder, Frederick."

They continued talking, with Alex carefully steering the conversation to gather more details about his new life as Alejandro Gambino. But Alex couldn't find out exactly what Alejandro Gambino's business was all about. He couldn't find out what type of business he was into.

After a while, Alex excused himself, needing some time alone to process everything he had learned. He left the lounge and walked down the street, his mind racing. He now knew he was in the body of a wealthy and powerful man, but he still didn't understand how or why it had happened.

Determined to uncover the truth, Alex decided to track down the other names in the journal: Garza, Lizzy, and Salvador. They might hold the key to understanding his new life and what had led to his reincarnation.

Alex brought out his phone and dialed Salvador's number. He waited until Salvador answered the call.

"Boss, is that you?!" Salvador asked immediately he answered the call

Alex cleared my throat, and he was surprised to be addressed as boss.

"Yes, Salvador, it's me," Alejandro replied.

"Where have you been boss?" Salvador asked, and Alex sensed happiness in his voice. "We've been looking everywhere for you, boss."

"I can't tell. I think I got lost," Alex replied, running his hands through his hair.

"Where are you right now, boss?" Salvador inquired.

Alex glanced around and saw a restaurant close to where he was.

"I'm at Delgado restaurant," Alex said.

"We'll be right there boss," Salvador said, and Alex ended the call.

Alex waited outside Delgado Restaurant, his mind still buzzing with the new information and the strange reality he found himself in. The street was moderately busy, with people walking by, some entering and exiting the restaurant. He glanced at his reflection in the restaurant window, still amazed by his new appearance.

Within minutes, a sleek black SUV pulled up to the curb, and two men stepped out. They were both well-dressed and had an air of authority about them. One of them, a tall man with a scar across his cheek, approached Alex with a look of relief.

"Boss, thank God you're safe!" the man exclaimed. This had to be Salvador. He extended his hand, and Alex shook it, trying to maintain his composure.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just... needed some time to clear my head," Alex said, playing along.

The other man, shorter but equally imposing, nodded in agreement. "We were really worried, boss. Things have been chaotic without you."

Alex forced a smile. "Let's get inside. We need to talk."

They entered the restaurant and were quickly seated in a private booth. The interior was cozy, with dim lighting and soft music playing in the background. Once they were settled, Alex decided to steer the conversation to get more information about his new identity.

"So, fill me in. What's been happening while I was... away?" Alex asked, trying to sound authoritative, though his voice wavered slightly.

"Boss, we've been searching the entire city for you for the past two days. We... we thought you were dead," Salvador said, his voice filled with a mix of relief and anxiety.

With an unsteady hand, Alex removed the cigarette from his lips. "Tell me what's going on."

"Don't you remember? We were on our way to pick up your girlfriend when the Morello family ambushed us," Salvador explained. "You took off in your car during the attack and then... you vanished."

Alex stared at him, his mind racing. "The Morello family attacked us?" he asked in order to know who the Morello family were.

"Yes, boss," Salvador confirmed, concern etched on his face.

Alex's thoughts whirled. He had woken up in an unfamiliar, yet undeniably handsome, body. Now, he found himself facing two tough-looking men who addressed him as their leader. The attack by the Morello family and his sudden disappearance pointed to one surreal conclusion: he had been reincarnated as a Mafia lord.

Alex remained seated, gazing at Salvador. He wanted to deny everything, to tell Salvador that he had the wrong person, but the words wouldn't come. The shock was too great. He could only stare, his eyes wide with disbelief.