A Mafia To Alpha King

Twenty-two years ago....

The only daughter of the Blood Moon pack's Alpha saved a dying man who was bleeding to death in their pack forest.

She slept beside the man for a whole month, attending to him until he recovered completely. In showing his gratitude to the pack, the man kidnaped the Alpha's daughter out of the pack into his Mafia world and forced her to become his wife.

He was threatening the pack with her as leverage. If they ever tried anything, he had promised to kill her.

The Gangster boss's name was Salvatore Solana. Luciano Salvatore's father.

Today......

Luciano's POV

The smell of dead people's corpses, 'the odor of death', that distinct and unpleasant scent. That arises every time I walk through these corridors, hits me hard again.

The number of times I have walked in here. You would think I would be used to it now. But no..... It will never be possible for me to accept everything happening here.

The memories of my first kill and all my walks in here resurface in my mind every time I step in here. To keep up with my uncle, I quickly take fast steps to catch up with him.

He has left me behind and he is on the higher deck of his warehouse. Quickly running up to him. I straw behind him through the main corridor to his office at the end of the hall.

The traumas I went through when I first held a gun at someone's head for my first kill. And the ones I had to go through watching what always goes on here attack me.

I take deep breaths to fight for the present air. And push the memories to the back of my head. The type of death and pain that people go through here is not something I would wish for, even for my worst enemies.

As I escape the first corpse room. I breathe in so hard. To prepare myself because this is just the beginning. There are a dozen rooms on my way to his office, each with a more disturbing death style marked for each of the rooms to come.

I hate coming here. This is the place where my uncle used to torment me when I was younger and scare the hell out of me. He referred to it as molding me.

I was weak in his eyes and did not fit in naturally like all the other Solanas in our family before me. For the past years, I paved the way to shredding the last parts of my humanity that held me back and put a wall between me and my uncle.

And now I am no longer human anymore.

I am a serial killer.

I have more blood on my hands than any of my age mates I know at twenty-two years old. These killings took away all of me, but came along with a blessing.

Finally, I did not have to go through my uncle's torture anymore. Because after the killings, I gained a bit of the upper hand over him.

I became a person he was scared of whenever I was around a gun and a bullet.

I unexpectedly glance at my reflection through the eyes of a woman bleeding to death in one room. My mind is brought back and I quickly look away. I don't want to be tempted into helping her. Looking into that pain in her eyes. I am sure I will find myself tempted to help. In this line of work. A few people have to die for me to be able to save many more.

No matter how much my human part wants to intervene. I have promised myself to look away for the time being. Anything human that makes me feel human or any kind of warm feeling, I will bury it without question.

I don't need destruction at this moment. I must be a monster that destroys to survive in this world, and any feelings would be my biggest weak point.

I try to pull all my focus fully into the hallway and not get tempted by the rooms on the side. Despite that, the smell of blood finds its way to me and fills my nose again, this time so hard.

I can't ignore it as it makes me feel too nauseated.

I hate all kinds of human secretion smells. I can't stand them. Unfortunately, that is a basic need for my uncle. He is a special case.

Although he is my flesh and blood and someone who has raised me.

He is the only serial killer that scares the hell out of me.

He is insane.

A serial killer that snapped a long time ago.

And killing anyone is a hobby or a basic need for him. From what I understand, only three things are keeping me alive beside him.

First, it's because he can control me through a threat he has put on my family. He knows I will do nothing to jeopardize their livelihood.

Secondly, the fact that I am the bullet, and the outside world fears me more than they do him. And lastly, I am the only close family he has left. He has no heir to continue our family legacy.

Unlike everyone in my family, killing for me did not come easily. I learned in the most hard way that killing for a reason is human and animal nature.

We have to kill to survive. We have to kill if we do not want to get killed, but unlike me, my uncle kills people for fun.

I don't want to keep going through these corridors or this torture, and I want it to end as fast as it came.

So, I turn around, halting my uncle's movement. "You said you had information you wanted to share.... Isn't it enough up here?... Where we are standing right now... For you to share the information!"

Five years ago. I swore never to come back here. Even with a gun pointed at my head, I would never have come here willingly. There was no way in hell. He would have brought me here. And more specifically, after what happened yesterday, with Keirah.

I have been in so much pain since then, loathing myself for allowing him to take her away from me. When I knew this was going to be her final destination.

Looking at her corpse in here today was not something I was going to allow myself to live through. But my uncle knows the weakness that will bring me here willingly, anytime. A dying wish promise I made to my mother.

We both know I will do anything to fulfill it. And that is what he has used to make me crawl out of my sanctuary to this hell.

Blood has always stained all our hands in the Solana family for generations. And would stain the coming generation too if no one does anything to stop all this bloodshed.

This is our legacy.

But before the Legacy for which he would die to fulfill. I would die to do the impossible to fulfill the promise I made to my mother on her deathbed.

"Yes." My uncle answers without giving away anything more. I stand still, debating whether it was a trap and whether he might not have been truthful.

"I am sure I told you the last time we met. I won't stand you wasting my time."

"How are you the only person supposed to continue our family legacy?"

My uncle shakes his head in disappointment as he studies my face, and even without replying to him. We both know the answer to that.

He worships our family legacy. He will do anything to keep it, and I don't. I hate it. I turn my head, ready to leave. He walks in front of me and halts me as he continues speaking. "With you, there is no hope, Bullet. In our line of work, there are principles and rules that everyone follows, and you're not an exception.

"Getting out of our line of work?! Bullet... You are choosing wrong! You are choosing to end up with a bullet in between your eyes.... Just like your mother...

"She was delusional, and you should have understood that by now... No one leaves the Mafia life and stays alive.

"If she didn't lie to herself that she would leave, she would be alive today." My uncle continues to speak in spite."But look at the poison she planted on you!"

I made a dying wish promise to my mother. That I was going to leave the Mafia world. On the same day, I also made a secret silent promise to myself.

I was going to stop our family legacy. Put an end to all these innocent people's killings,

With or without a soul, I will keep the two promises.

"Don't say I didn't warn you...." I push him out of my way and take steps away from him, making my point to him. And I am leaving his office.

My mind and body can't stand here and watch as he insults my mother. He knows he doesn't have any hold on me if he doesn't give me something tangible. And I am not one to stand by and watch him play games with me or waste my time.

"But yes," He shouts out so loud at me and that announcement halts my movements. I stand frozen, not believing any of this yet."I will help you."

I take in a deep breath before turning back to see that he means what he is saying. I try to hide a smile on my face. I can't believe this is happening. I am finally going to be free from the Mafia life with nothing holding me back.

Setting me free from the Mafia world is not something my uncle was willing to do ever in his life. He has always made it his mission to gloom and turn me into him. Turn me into someone who would continue our family legacy.

Wait....There must be something beyond imagination behind all this for him to finally let me go. And with my uncle, nothing comes for free.

I can't stand the suspense, so I enquire to get a glimpse of what I am getting myself into. "What is the catch?" I question my uncle.

But instead of replying to my inquiries, he smiles broadly, saying nothing as he continues walking to his office. And I follow beside him.

Bringing myself back to the torturous journey. In the room beside me, dozens of dead women lay in heaps in the room we pass by with blood covering the whole room where they lay.

While unconsciously searching for Keirah among the corpses. I accidentally watched closely at their bodies. And noticed that more concentration of the blood that surrounds their bodies came from their private parts.

These didn't make it when they were exposed to Agra.

Agra is my uncle's sex drug that takes minds off anything and everything for all the time the drug is in their system.

All victims of this drug cannot help themselves during the time the drug is in their system. All they see and want at that moment is to have sex.

My uncle developed the drug to be used in his sex trade. Its extreme effect is that it attaches itself to the walls of the reproductive organs.

So that when the victim's bodies are not subjected to intensive sex, the reproductive blood vessels burst, causing death.

He feeds the drug to his prostitutes, and, within ten minutes of the consumption, the drug is already at its maximum activation. Within thirty minutes of no sex, the prostitutes die of hemorrhagic stroke.

I get mentally prepared for the coming rooms where my uncle's way of killing gets more disturbing.

With each follow-up room. I blink and push my eyes to focus on the long corridor, not the rooms.

But then more metallic blood scent hits my nose so much.

My mind makes me feel as if I am forced to taste the metallic smell of fresh blood on my tongue.

I know this.

I have been through this so many times. 'The walk to hell'.

It is a way my uncle uses to torture weak minds before he gets us into his office for special assignments.

With this kind of torture on me, he must be planning on something as bad as asking me to put a bullet through the US president.

I have seen people peeing their pants before they made it to my uncle's office.

No one has ever found the strength to say no to him, however evil the assignment was after this walk.

I pull myself together and walk past my uncle in quicker steps before walking past the last room to his office. The room always makes it impossible for me all the time.

Wearing a stone-cold expression as I try hard to keep the indifference covering the features of my face. But my mouth betrays me. As I try to take further steps, my body betrays me, too. I can't.

My body is frozen. I stand still as I spit saliva out of my mouth continuously. In the room beside me, mouth-taped pale, heavily pregnant dead women's bodies are tied to chairs.

He cut their stomachs open. Parts of the dead babies in their abdomen are being pulled out by my uncle's aggressive German shepherd dogs.

The dog's barking noise fills the room, and they keep on standby by the door, waiting for my uncle's command to attack.

But that is not the scary and saddest part of it all. These dead women's children are tied in cages in front of their dead mother's corpses, and they all have watched everything from start to end.

Watching until their mothers struggle painfully to take their last breath. And now they are watching as their mother's dead bodies are getting violated.

All these kids are around the age of five to seven.

Traumatized children who make it out of these rooms become loyal dogs to my uncle. They end up doing the same thing to other kids who all become like them. A vicious cycle of broken children.

As usual, what is expected of me happens again.

I hate it when it happens, especially in front of my uncle.

My humanity takes over, and I forsake everything in my plan as I take a step toward the dogs. My mind won't let me walk away and leave these kids here. I need to save these kids. I see these kids in me and the ugly traumatized life he is setting for them.

I don't want the darkness and death to be the only thing they know. I need to free them.

"BULLET STOP..." my uncle shouts. Bringing me back from my trance to my reality. I stand shaking as my uncle pulls me back.

I want to pull out my gun and shove it in his mouth. If he did not have a mark on Zia and James. I swear he would have been dead by my hand by now.

I have not met an evil person who came close to what my uncle was capable of. Putting up a failed act, an emotionless act, at staring at the kids that stare back at me with no life in their eyes. Every feeling has been shut out of their senses.

I hold myself still so as not to choke and show the human side that I am trying to hide. Trying to hide those human feelings I can't suppress somehow when I arrive here.

But my uncle knows me too well. He can see through me all the time, even when I always don't want him to. Coming here is hell for me.

I don't want these feelings to resurface in me or crowd my judgment while I am still in a mafia world. They will be my biggest obstacle on my way out.

I drop my gaze to compose myself before I raise my eyes to my uncle. He shakes his head in disappointment as he speaks."You are my biggest failure."

"You both failed to train me well," I answer him stubbornly. This answer, for him, is not pleasant. It means his brother, my father, did a bad job at raising me. This always works at triggering him.

When I speak of my father badly, my uncle's expression always turns dark. His goons surrounding us watch my uncle's face turn dark. And one of his goons standing guard at his office door turns around quickly.

And without wasting time, he does what his job entails. He aims a gun at my head.

No human stays alive after they have made my uncle angry. But no one aims a gun at me in this range and lives to see another day. A gun at me...

I watch my uncle and laugh at him. My uncle angrily walks in quick steps and takes away the gun from the man holding it at me into his hands. He then speaks to me, watching me in the eyes with an intense, defensive look.

"I am so sorry Bullet."

Without blurting an eye or turning around, he raises the gun in his hand abruptly. BOOM ...

Shoots his goon, who was holding the gun at me in the head. The man drops dead, blood spattering all over, and neither of us turns a head at the dead guy as we keep up with a staring contest.

I knew this was coming.

There was no day I was here. And I didn't witness him kill anyone.

My uncle shouts out aloud to all his goons surrounding us. "HEY, YOU ALL NEVER POINT A GUN AT MY NEPHEW UNLESS I ASK YOU. I WILL KILL YOU IF YOU DO."

Then a faint, sinister smile crosses his face before he continues walking into his office.

That smile... That smile on his face makes my intestines boil in my stomach.

I don't like it.

It is a smile he has on when he has all the cards. It's a smile he makes when he has you by the ball.

My uncle gestures for me to enter first before he walks in after me into his office and he follows close behind me. Something feels off as I turn around to see him studying me.

And abruptly, unexpectedly, out of nowhere, my nostrils flare after the scent of KEIRAH....hits me. She is the woman he sent to me as bait yesterday and unfortunately for me for the first time; I fell for his bait. This woman almost made me forsake everything and go to battle over her with my uncle.

She is the first-ever living human that almost broke the peace between us. My body calms down after her scent hits my nostrils more like it did yesterday. My mind registers that Keirah... the woman with an extraordinary scent that I thought was dead is still alive.

The strongest hold she has on me is how good she smells. It is disturbing me. She hypnotizes me every time I am close to her. I cannot see her. But weirdly enough, I am sure she is here.

That calming sweet scent I can differentiate anywhere, even if it is mixed with the strongest scent to exist the odor of death.

I feel emotions crowding me. Something I am not accustomed to. Weird emotions I cannot understand. I have extraordinary feelings for a woman I just met yesterday. I thought it was an attraction for yesterday only. But no.

My body and mind are crowded with feelings for her. Walking into my uncle's office and what I am feeling right now scares the hell out of me and confirms my worst fears.

She is now my new biggest weakness.

And by that, she is my uncle's winning card. She is the person that is going to be a way to my downfall.

Yesterday I almost died out of pain by thinking of the thousand ways he would have killed her. I have experienced miserable times in my life. The last twenty-four hours almost topped the list.

Twelve hours have passed by with me living in hell, mourning her death. I thought he would have killed her by now.

Thinking today it will all be over and I can go back to being me again. But no...Whatever this is has just begun all over again. Until yesterday, I had no more personal weaknesses. It was just my close family, James and Zia. To whom my uncle has used to threaten me.

But with Keirah in the picture. And how I felt yesterday and how I am feeling now. My mind is just registering how much my uncle can use her to complicate so many things in my plan.

Keirah is still alive. He kept her alive. That is so new to me. By my uncle's law book. She shouldn't be alive by now. Women to my uncle are important enough for a certain task. Once the task is done, he takes it upon himself to kill them.

There is no woman I know of that my uncle has wanted to keep. But Keirah is still alive, and she is in here. My uncle let a woman live in his warehouse for twelve hours.

That never happens.

"Keirah..." I find myself speaking her name without thinking. "Do you have her in here?" I question my uncle.

My uncle doesn't answer me as he continues to study me with a face that says he has gotten the answer he was looking for. Yes, he has me now. By the balls.

When I cross-examine my situation through the eyes of my uncle, I see it. My uncle is at it again. That sinister smile is plastered on his face. He planned all this.

Which means he knew all this would happen. How did he know that she would have me falling for her within ten minutes of our first meeting? That does not register in my mind as something someone plans for.

What is happening right now that I am not aware of? She is not the first woman he sent to me as bait. He has been doing this for the last five years.

He has sent so many women to me, but it was never like this. First of all, I never fell for them. Because I don't do women.

However beautiful and fascinating they are. It never works for me. They nauseate me. Everything about sending her troubles me. For the first time, I fell for a woman.

I fell for Keirah.

And what scares me to think about is that with Keirah, for the first time, he came personally to retrieve her as if aware she was a sure deal.

To tell me to my face that for the first time, I had fallen into his trap. As I sit down opposite him, there is cigar smoke already covering his face and as much of the office. I notice the smell is a mix of the expensive finest whiskey, which he holds in one hand, and an expensive cigar in his mouth.

When the familiar scent hits my nose, it registers that my uncle is in a celebration mood. He has that scent around every time he wins with his addiction to gambling or the lottery.

I watch him closely as he twirls his cigar between his fingers and down to the plate, and my worries rise. My evil, conniving uncle watches me with fascination in his eyes before he speaks."Yes, she is in the next room. I have something I want you to pull out of her. She is restraining to cooperate."

What is he talking about? What the fuck is going on? So many questions ring a bell in my head and I don't have answers.

The look in his eyes and the sound of his voice as he speaks, tells me. She has something very valuable to him.

And It has something to do with me. Something he would bet his life and our family legacy on. What is it? What has kept Keirah alive until now?