The Alpha Mafia King

15 years ago

-Switzerland-

Four of the wolves transformed on the little raven wolf. Their eyes were black as the night sky, showing the thicket of not being one of their kind. He was too dark, being in his wolf form, and he stepped into the territory of the angry werewolf Beta and omega during Their meeting hour.

The lupine and canine dynamics are that the pecking order is respected for its social benefits. This made the big beta wolf angry because they were having a meeting concerning the weakness of how his son is becoming an omega when suddenly, the little raven wolf halts on them.

"He's a Marcovic. I can tell from his blueprint on his fur."

Omega Juno growled. "It is true; I know him. He's the son of Karlow," Omega Antonio, son of Callisto's, voiced out before He instantly shapeshifted.

The little raven wolf whimpered as he slowly limped backward, resting his claws against the mangrove tree, trying to protect himself from the five angry avengers wolves of the dark. He looks down at his paws to see that it was nothing compared to their own.

They were huge except for the two teenage Omega wolves he knew from the other side of the mountain. Then, he remembered the word of his father, never to be the weakest within the weak- With this, he attempted to show a little bit of sovereignty that he had; the black wolf untangled his crest and let a growl loose.

The uncontrolled pack had bullied the raven Wolf, but it became more severe when he couldn't wolf up during his training with his father. Still, after his father passed on due to being shot by human forest drifters, he felt so pain, and with the help of his mother and grandfather, he trained every day until this day that he secretly Wolf up at the forest mountains. He tries to take a stance but can't.

One of the brown wolves, Beta Laslow that is known to be the second acting leader to his small pack, crest up to him with a slash with his claws to his flurry face. The raven wolf snapped and cracked bitterly.

One of the brown wolves slowly transformed into his human form and very well, standing naked as the rest of them changed one at a time. They hand him a white bear cloak to put on as he walks in between them as they part an opening for him; with this, he walks majestically to the bitterly injured little raven wolf.

He was known as Callisto Beaumont from the Switzerland Clocasian Pack. "Are you sure this is him?"

The man standing before the little wolf looks unamazed at the wolves. "Yes, Master, He's a Marcovic from the De Sina Pack. His father died from the bullet of a human drifter, and his grandfather is the current alpha, but due to our research, he's the only son and child to the Marcovic lineage; he might be the chosen one,"

The rigid man voiced out with his glowing eyes. "I know how his father died, I saw everything, but still,"

The tall, black-haired, neon eyes man known to be a beta wolf turns to stare at the raven wolf with piercing eyes.

"Little wolf, your father did us wrong, and I won't like for you to pay for the sins of your father." He said.

"Transform to your human form!" He orders coldly.

"My son told me that you can't wolf up, but here you're in my territory, all wolfed up. I want to see you in your human form to know if you look like your father, Karlow Marcovic!"

The little raven wolf was whimpering beside the tree, watching the adults and teenagers in fear. They were five, three grown-up men and two teenagers that were both the same age as him.

"If you don't want to transform, thus, that's fine. Go back to where you came from now, or else we'll feed on you tonight and skin you and hang your remains for the human drifters to make a cloak from your fur,"

"But-"

"Don't shut me up, Laslow; let him go since he doesn't want to wolf up. I won't make you pay for your father's deed. Your father watched my wife die in the hands of hungry human drifters; He is not even from here; he's an Italian breed; he came here to steal what's rightfully mine. He was supposed to take over from your grandfather as the Alpha," He continued.

"But since your family decided to rule all the packs alone in my territory, my wife had to die because your father couldn't kill the drifters to protect my wife," He growls slightly.

The little wolf made no sound. He did not move. He stared hard at the man, playing his part as the gentle soul that he is. After all, he's the son of a gentleman.

"I have this feeling that you'll seek blood but not like your father that lives by his rules of-Karlow Marcovic doesn't kill, he makes peace. This statement killed my wife, and since you're his son, I won't say you'll pay, but your grandfather will, since he's no longer the alpha of the De Sina Pack, and I'm not sure if you're worthy; you cant be our king, you're too small to rule over thousands of wolves, and you have no other clan which means the moon goddess will pass it on to another pack,"

"Now, get out of my sight before I change my opinion on you," He yelled at the scared wolf.

"But Master, he's a Marcovic; what if he's the chosen alpha?"

"Don't bother, Laslow; this mutant can't even hurt a fly; his father couldn't even be the next alpha; how can he rule over us?"

"Just let him go, father," Antonio, the son of Calisto's Beaumont, voiced out, looking at how frightened Alonso was.

"Okay then, move on!" He orders.

The little raven wolf zoomed off at high speed; he was severely injured. They watched as he ran off without looking back.

"Master," Laslow called, looking at him in shock because Calisto was not someone that would easily let go of his revenge.

"What?" Calisto flames up, looking from his son, Omega Antonio, Beta Jamie, Omega Juno, and back to Beta Laslow.

"This is so unlike you. What is your plan? You had Karlow, son, in your claws, and you let him go? Why?" Beta Laslow inquired.

He smirks. "Get ready because we're going hunting,"

"Tonight?" Omega Juno asked, looking confused at Beta Calisto.

"Yes. We're going to wipe out the remaining of the Marcovic tonight," He smirks, then a howling follows, and they all howled with him. With one nod from Calisto's, the fate of the remaining lineage of the Marcovic was instantly sealed.

The howling continued, and they all shapeshifted into their wolf form and were ready to attack for tonight's pilgrimage. - An hour later, Alonso shapeshifted back into human form as he ran and ran through the thick forest.

He fears for his life and won't want to make his mother worry about him since she's heavily pregnant. His breathing became heavier as he ran on human feet.

A few miles away, he heard howling; it was his grandfather howling out to him; hastily, he saw fog of smoke from the direction of his home; with this his, he shapeshifted back into his wolf form with not much stress.

He senses danger. He howled back in response to his grandfather. Reaching down the mountain to his home, he saw his heavily pregnant mother on the arm of his grandfather, lying lifeless with her eyes closed. He was flabbergast at the house that was burning to the ground.

"Mother..." He whispered as he slowly leaned down to touch the face of his mother.

She was lifeless on the arm of his grandfather, who was busy howling in pain. "Mother, please wake up. I promise to you and the moon goddess that I will never shapeshift ever again,"

He cries even louder. He sobs even more complex. "Mother, please, don't do this to me, don't leave me too as father did. I can do without you; please don't die. Mother...I promise I'll leave an ordinary life like my father. I'll be successful and leave my life like a normal human being as you've always dreamt of."

"Who...who did this? Who did this to my mother?" He howled in pain as he called out to her, but it was up to no use.

"She's gone..." Mazza De Sina, the grandfather to Alonzo, yelled in pain.

"Mother...Mother...Mother..."

He bursts out in tears. "How did this happen? Where were you, grandfather? You promise to protect us now the father is dead; now it's my mother's turn, and even my baby sisters?"

"Yes...yes...son, we lost both of them. I went out to hunt and reached here; she was covered in burning woods, I managed to drag her out, but it was too late. I don't know what happened or how the fire occurred."

Then the realization hits him. He turned around then saw striking glowing eyes in the dark. Immediately the bright eyes disappeared into the night.

"It was them; it was them...they killed my mother and my baby sister. They killed her..." He screamed in pain.

"I wish listened to mother's word when she begged me not to shapeshift that it will only attract danger since my father is no more. I killed my mother and sister; it was my fault," He cried very loudly that it caused his claws to dig out from his fleshy hand and his fangs dig out from his mouth.

Unexpectedly the half-moon turned into a full moon; his blue eyes turned into dark, bloody red, then a very mighty howling followed. Grandfather Mazza's mouth dropped open in shock as he slowly lay the dead Tasmania De Sina Marcovic on the ground as he instantly bowed down to him.

"He's the Alpha...Alonzo...my grandson, Alonzo is the pack's new leader; a fifteen-year-old, he's the king of all werewolves." He immediately howled alongside Alonzo as instantly, another howling was heard from near and far. "He's healing so fast; his scars on his face are healing." He stuttered.

Howling sounds both near and far were heard as the information that a new king had obtained the throne. "They killed my mother and my baby sister..." His meek voice was no more;

Alonzo's Voice was replaced with a baritone growl. "I must avenge my family's death!" He was about to take off but was head on his shoulder by his grandfather.

"Be still, my boy. Your mother won't be happy if you get your hand-stained by the blood of another. You can take on your revenge later. You're the alpha now, my boy. You've to train yourself first; then you can make anyone bow and respect your every wish,"

He continues. "Be still, My king." Mazza strolled to him as he tried to calm him down, which he positively did.

Bit by bit, his eyes turned back to brown, his fangs went back in, and the same goes for him upgraded sharply new claws.

"Grandfather... I can't take this..." He stuttered with hiccups.

"You can't, but you will, You are a brave boy like your father. And a good soul like your mother. We have to bury her first." He calms him down.

"Why did the moon goddess choose me? Why me? I lost both my parents, and this is what the moon goddess chose to appease me with?" He bitterly spat.

"Shh, you can't speak badly about the Moon goddess; everything that happened is for a reason. Don't forget your promise to the moon goddess and your mother, never to shape-shift ever again because we're moving away from here back to Italy to live everyday life, the home of your great grand ancestors!"

"Ita...Italy?" He asked with shocked eyes. "Yes, your mother is from here, but your father is not from here; they leave ordinary life not until love drove your father down here to Switzerland."

"But...but grandfather...I know who killed my mother and sister, I know the faces of my mother's killers, and I promise to get my revenge on them sooner."

He looks up at Mazza with a running nose and swollen red eyes from crying.

"Will you help me become a king? A true alpha?" Mazza immediately kneels at him with a slight bow.

"Yes, my King, I'll teach you everything you need to know about being an Alpha king! I have a mansion in Sicily, and your father willed all his property to you as if he knows that he'll be dying sooner. Rest on my brave son,"

Mazza reinforced. "I will become more vital for you, mother; I promise,"

Alonzo swears vengeance in front of his grandfather even when he promises him not to look for the five wolves, regardless of how much his grandfather tried to convince him otherwise. True to his words, Alonzo would find the whereabouts of the Five wolves who caused the fire and confront them.

As always, they'd mock him about his parent's death and their promise to wipe out his clan. This will result in the outburst of fight amongst them, and they'd attack Alonzo in their wolf form.

As they're shooting Alonzo, one of them will get a dagger, made of wolf's bane, ready to finish him off once and for all. But it's at this moment that Alonzo will recall certain things his grandfather told him last night of the incident.

Unbeknownst to him, his words held the secret that the Marcovic lineage directly descended from the Original Alpha bloodline. He then remembers his promise to his mother and the moon goddess never to shape-shift again.

Present-day

"Kill him!" He gives his order as he turns to walk away from the bloody face of one of his betrayers.

No one dares to break the law of a Marcovic, or else life will be given away to the soil of the earth in just a blink of an eye.

"Boss...Boss please, Boss, please forgive me; I have a three-year-old child and a wife waiting at home for my return. Boss, please, I'm begging you, I'll pay you back in any way possible but don't take my life...."

A low rumble escapes from his mouth as he halts on the entrance; with a slow spin, he turns around with a cold killer glare that could pierce the soul of a man.

"Desmond, You stole my hard earn gold bar, and you're asking for mercy?" He slowly speaks with his high-pitched baritone that can freeze the earth.

"Boss...boss, mercy is all I ask for; please spare my life. Please, I have a wife and a child that wants me at home," He whimp in tears like a child as his noise runs out the disgusting liquid.

"Give me the gun if you can't do what I ask you to do, Jerald," He roars and instantly flings the gun away from one of his workers.

Without much hesitation, he shots on the floor. With fierce eyes. "The only person that saved you now from me killing you is not your wife nor your child; you should give thanks to the moon goddess and also to the promise I made to my late mother," He hissed.

Watching the man panic is not enough for him. "Bo...boss, thank you, thank you very much!" He stammers in shock.

"Free him," He requested.

"Bu...but boss-" Jerald stuttered in shock because Boss Alonzo is not the type to forgive, he has never killed another with his own hands, but with the help of his right-hand man, Blanco, he has killed a lot.

"But boss...just like that? How am I going to pay you back, boss?" The man was known to be in charge of Alonzo's casino as the middleman in Russia. He Mumbled.

"Nothing." He replied sternly. "Go now before I change my mind," he added.

"Thank you, boss, thank you so much," Like a flash, he ran out from the underground torture room with all speed left inside of him.

Alonso looks back at Jerald; with his cold gaze, Jerald takes a bow.

Blanco rushed into the underground room looking precipitated. "Boss, Grandmaster wants you back. He ordered me to get your plane ready; we need to go back to your residence,"

"So soon? We arrived here in Russia just three days ago; I've been home with him since," He inquired, looking unimpressed.

"Yes, boss!" He answered back.

-

Arriving back at Italy, my home, as soon as Blanco and I entered the mansion, I immediately changed into some more comfy clothes. I decided to head downstairs to see my grandfather.

After all, he's my only Guardian that is still alive and well. Reaching downstairs, Don Palumbo himself was sitting on his ordinary brown leather king chair with his lion head cane resting by his right side.

He was looking so lost. I couldn't tell what he was thinking because he blocked me from reading his thoughts. I read everyone's thoughts if I'm bored, but my grandfather is quite the opposite.

"Sit!" He ordered with his cold, wrinkled grey eyes. He rubbed his forehead stressful.

I told him because he's the last person on earth that I will want to argue with.

"You called for me; why?"

"Did you kill the Russian Soviet Union middleman?" He asked, looking unimpressed.

"No, I spared his life and fired him. Is that why you made me fly down from Russia back to Italy?"

"No, There is this girl I brought home,"

"Okay...So, what does that got to do with me?" I rolled my eyes at him.

"I like her, and I want her to be your mate. You need to bond with her; you need a woman in your life. When was the last time you quenched your desire?"

"Are you being serious? Grandfather? This woman you claimed is my mate, and where is she from? What pack is she from? Will she be a great Luna for my pack? What family is she from?"

"I don't know for sure, but I found her at the seashore, she was laying lifeless; she doesn't remember anything, so I carried her home,"

I burst out laughing. "Grandfather, you must be kidding me, right? Did you bring a girl that was washed off to the shore for me to get married to? I'm an Alpha for moon goddess sake, grandfather,"

"I know that you are the Alpha. Okay, if you don't like her, why don't you take her as your slave first? Maybe you might learn to like her. What do you think?"

"Are you being serious? Someone you saw on the shore, why didn't you take her to the police so they can trace her family?"

"But I did; she didn't remember anything or how she found herself on the shore. She does not even remember her name or who she was!"

He taps deliberately on his forehead. "Where is she?" I asked, looking puzzled at him.

"In her room,"

"You've already given her a room?"

"Yea, I have,"

"I need to relax; I'm going to my room; tell lady Tanya to send her to my room in less than ten minutes,"

"I will call for her," His eyes twinkle in harmony.

"Make her dress sexy to my room, and she better looks good in my eyes, or else I'll kill her right in the spot." I threatened.

I stood up and sluggishly walked away from the likes of my grandfather.

-

A few minutes later, a knock was heard from Alonzo's door, but no reply. Lady Tanya, a forty-year-old woman, is the cook of the household; nobody else cooks the food to fit the taste of Alonzo apart from her.

"Please, when you go in, behave yourself and do everything he asks of you; you don't want to get on the wrong side of our boss. He will surely pick a name for you since you don't remember your old name," She announced.

"By the way, you have such lovely green eyes. You have a nice body; if you satisfy his request, then you might live to enjoy the rest of your life in luxuries and power," She added.

"I like you; I pray he does too," The lady nods at her as she knocks on the door again.

The door opens slightly. "You may enter!" The voice was so emotionless and very foxy that it made the lady cringe, looking at lady Tanya with fear written in her eyes.

Tanya looks at the lady one last time before she walks in slowly, instantly, the door closed behind her.

The next word she heard from the darkness that embraced her from inside the room.

"Strip!" He ordered, his voice cold.

Suddenly, the light to the room turned on with just a slap of his palm; her eyes landed on a man that was sitting solemnly on an office chair; he was backing her.

The room is painted in beige; it's massive with a huge king-sized bed. The space was much, and the room's decor was on another level; there was a painting of a big black wolf on the front layer of the bed.

"I said, you should strip. I hate repeating myself. Didn't Tanya or grandfather educate you on my rules?" His voice remains cold but also calm and commanding.

"Why should I strip because you said I should?" She replies rudely. Hearing this, there was a trace of the Russian accent in her voice.

Alonzo recoiled in shock. No one has even gone against his command, but a stranger picked up from the shore is talking back at him. He slowly turns around, and her mouth agape by his angel's appearance.

Without a second, Alonzo opened his drawer and brought out a pistol.

"How dare you violate my order?" He cracks the gun.

"Are you going to shoot me? Boss?" She acts scared.

"No, you can't; you won't dare. Do you know why you can't kill me? Because the police already know about my whereabouts, and they know I don't remember anything, so if you make a wrong move, you might be arrested for murder," She boldly threatened.

"And you think a mere human can arrest me?" His frown tightened.

"What do you mean by a mere human? Ain't you human?" She looks a bit stunned at his angry face.

Alonzo looks down at her feet slowly, back to her face; she's tall, Light Skinned, curvy waist, black long wavy hair, green eyes, long dark lashes, small bump peach lips. She put on a black body hug sleeveless grown that reaches her knee-length.

Alonzo tries reading her thoughts but can't -Why? He slowly drops the arm that was holding the gun. How come? Why can't I read her reviews about what she thinks of me? I'm an Alpha, apart from my grandfather, who blocked me from always reading his thoughts.

It was because he was once an Alpha like me, so he knows how, but for a human... It's unbelievable, or is it because she doesn't remember anything? Alonzo bends his head slightly, looking hungry at her. "Are you going to strip or not?"

"Why don't you earn it, boss!"

"I hate sharp-tongued women; you don't deserve my earnings. I won't repeat myself; go on the bed. NOW!" He roars at her but still in a calm yet cold voice.

His eyes immediately glowed in a flash second. She quickly noticed his glowing eyes that instantly went back to normal. This made her dumbfounded, and the evidence of fear was traced in her eyes.

"Get on the bed." He repeats calmly. Without much hesitation, she quickly pulled down her dress, revealing her body.

Alonzo was instantly astonished at what he was seeing. It was a big lioness tattoo that was well drawn on her back. She had minor scars on her waist.

This made Alonzo doubt who she was. Who is this woman? What is she? She was still putting on black lace pants and a bra. She looks so manipulated.

She slowly climbs on the giant king-size bed. Alonzo strolls to the bed. "Satisfy me!" He added as he sat closer to her. Then their eyes stop at the contact of each other. She looks clean and has beautiful green eyes.

He can't let a common woman get to her. She slowly wrapped her arm around his neck as she slowly sat on his lap. This woman has no fear. She's too quick-witted.

What if my enemies sent her as an improvisation of my death? I can't trust her since I can't read her thoughts; I can't trust her at all; I can't bond with her if she does not remember anything about herself or even her name. She doesn't have a name for the time being, so what should I call her?

Oh, should I call her my late mothers name? She's feisty like her and has the same eye color and skin color as her. No, I can't call a stranger my mother's name; she's a nobody, she's rude and needs to get punished for disobeying me.

"Taleela. This will be your name till you get back your memory, and if that ever happens, I'll make you pay every day of your life for accommodation,"

"Taleela? What kind of name is that?" She frowns.

"How dare you question me," He said Coldly.

"Okay, Taleela, it is," she quickly obeys as she slowly removes his necktie.

Immediately, his phone rings. He dips his hand into his pocket and brings out his phone, looking at the dialer; it's from Russia. His new mediator now runs his casino in Russia, Vladimir.

He picks up but slowly pushes Taleela away from his body back to the bed.

"Vladimir?" He calls out at the end of the phone.

"Big Don, we can't seem to contact the leader of the Soviet Union in Moscow; the machine guns that were sent was paid for, but the Shotguns: they said the Shotguns are large-barrel long guns that fire a large amount of small steel or lead bullets that they want a refund for it,"

"Then make a refund for it," Alonzo said.

"Okay, Don," He hung up.

The minute he turns around to drop his phone on the bed, Taleela holds his chin to look deeply into his eyes.

"What is your job?" She strictly asked.

"How dare you touch my face? No one is permitted to touch me," this made him super angry as he slapped her arm away from his face.

"I sell human parts. You better not get me angry, or it will be your body part that will be getting ready for trafficking through the continent. Get it? It would help if you were thankful to the moon goddess for me being in a good mood this evening," She looks horrified at him, at his scary face; he seems creepy when angry.

Something about him seems so frightening that she can't fathom it.

"Get out!" He yelled.

Taleela was still surprised at his temper-I don't think he's the type to be disobedient to. I need to be respectful, or I'll be thrown out from here.

"I said get out!" He repeats.

"Ye...yea...boss!" She stutters in fear as she quickly puts on her dress and rushes out without looking back.

Don Alonso Marcovic ate his meal thoughtfully. He was thinking about a former associate who got pinched. An associate is a member of the mafia family and what was meant by being pinched was to be caught by the cops. He was thinking of jailbreaking the man before he was tortured to death or, worse, broke the omerta code, the sacred oath of silence.

There was a knock on his door, and he shifted his gaze towards it. "Enter," he commanded.

Bianco, his right-hand man and button man, came into the room. He had a painful expression on his face because he had some bad news to deliver.

"Don, I've received word that the cops have nailed warehouse thirteen."

"Who is the rat?" Alonso said, dropping his spoon. Warehouse thirteen was used in storing weapons that cost several millions of dollars. The news of it being nailed was enough to cause one's appetite permanent damage.

"Vincenzo," Bianco muttered. "I heard he struck a bargain plea after severe torturing for a lighter sentence,"

Vincenzo had been his friend and true soldier until the last minute. He knew for sure that Vincenzo's days were numbered, and he had just a few mornings left to wake up to.

"Alright, thanks for the intel. Anything else?"

"Don Palumbo requested for you to join him in the pool," Bianco said.

"He knows how much I hate water," Alonso replied tersely.

"Anyways, I'll be with him shortly." Bianco gave a slight nod and exited the room.

The Don stood up and stared at the painting of the big black wolf. At the bottom right of the picture was written: Dedicated to Don Karlow De Sina Marcovic. Vincenzo had done the image and given it as a gift to his grandfather and him, but fuck that because Alonso was pissed that Vincenzo broke Omerta in just two weeks.

Alonso had been planning in those weeks how he could free the man, and now hastily, he had sold them out. He left the room to meet with his grandfather for a second time that day.

"Come and join me, grandson; the water is so refreshing," Mazza said, diving deeper into the pool and coming out a few distances. Alonso, following the edge of the pool, walked to the new spot his grandfather was in.

"Yeah, you seem to have the habit of asking me to do what I hate," Alonso said.

"Yes, that's why I called you." Mazza hit the water with his hands purposefully to have some of it splash on his grandson's feet.

"Stop it, granddad," Alonso said, stepping a few feet away from the reach of the splashing water.

"Taleela? Is that the best name you could come up with?" Mazza said, scowling.

"Anything better will have you are thinking I'm falling for her," Alonso replied, feeling irritable.

"She said you asked her to strip," Mazza said, grinning.

"Did you like what you saw?"

"No comment, Granddad. I want her out of the house. Did you notice she has a Russian accent?"

"I didn't," Mazza replied.

Alonso heard the lie in his grandfather's tone but ignored it. His grandfather would know a Russian accent even in his sleep.

"Okay, nevertheless, I want her out of here."

"Alonso, she has nowhere else to go, and I promised her sanctuary."

"Okay, then she's your mistress then," Alonso remembered something else about Taleela.

"I'm too old for that; take her as your slave or something. Give her some time, and I'm sure you'll fall for her." Alonso spat.

"That will never happen," he said vehemently.

"Sometimes, I wonder who you got this cold-heartedness from? Your father and I both loved to love." "Well, neither of you lost your parents at a tender age or got bullied by the likes of Callisto. Face it, granddad, life toughened me, and I'm not a mushy man like either of you." He saw the pain in his grandfather's face and felt good; that should make him drop the subject.

"Our former friend is walking across the bridge; when are you going to clip him?"

"I am not, I'll give him a chance, but I won't let him know that I'm giving him one," Alonso replied.

They were referring to killing Vincenzo. "Two passes in a row, are you were growing soft?" his grandfather asked.

"Not necessarily," he replied haughtily. His granddad swam to the edge of the pool and rested his arms on the tiled floor.

"Do you think Bianco would've been able to do it if you didn't give Vincenzo a second chance? Those two are like brothers."

"He would have done it regardless of how he felt!" Alonso said coldly.

"And how do you feel?"

"I'm keeping my feelings in check; you know he shouldn't be granted mercy, but yet here I am being merciful."

"Yes... and who will be his replacement if he fucks up again?"

"I'll worry about that later."

"So, what are you worried about now?" Mazza pulled himself out of the pool. He was still very agile for his age.

"Money, we need another means to make it." "I thought we sold some guns recently?" Mazza asked, wrapping himself with a towel.

"The Russian pricks are asking for a refund, and I asked Vladimir to authorize the refund." Mazza sat on a reclining chair, and Alonso joined him in the chair next to his.

"Fuck that. Since we have made a loss, we should double-cross the Russians, send another crew to take everything back."

"Instead of using another crew, wouldn't it be better to use an insider? I have a hold on a guy that's part of the Russian operation for this deal, and he could get the job done."

"What kind of hold?" Mazza grunted.

"He's underpaid, and so we could cut him a deal-" His grandfather held a palm to his face. "That's still a loss of money."

"Yeah, but it's safer."

"I agree, but that's assuming you had a stronger hold. Information is power, and thus what if the insider sells out to his boss your intention to double-cross him? If you had a hold of, say, a disloyal worker, now that could work, but a man desperately in need of money is an unstable man to get a hold on." Alonso smiled at his grandfather.

He could have as well been a consigliere assuming he was not the underboss. Alonso saw Taleela coming towards them, and he rose to leave. The mere sight of her made him uncomfortable.

"Fine, I'll send another of our crew," Alonso said.

"Something about her gives me the creep."

"What's that?"

"I can't seem to read her thoughts," Alonso replied.

"That's because of the mate bond. She might be blocking you out unintentionally." Alonso left without ever commenting on what his grandfather had revealed to him.

When he and Taleela passed each other, he made sure to send her a scary glare.

-

The following day he went down to his grandfather to inform him that he would be traveling to Moscow later after they had gotten Vincenzo out of the Italian prison he was being held in.

Vincenzo was holed up in his tiny cell sleeping when he heard the buzzing sound of the gate opening. Two officers came into the cell and dragged him out. He had been chained from his hands to his feet.

"Move," said one of the officers.

"Where are you taking me to?" Vincenzo asked, feeling frightened.

"Hell," the officer snorted.

"This wasn't part of the deal," Vincenzo said, trying to wriggle himself free from their hold.

"I signed a plea bargain to serve my sentence here, and it was shortened to three months."

"Ha! Like hell you did," the second officer spat.

The officers led him to a van and threw him into the back of it before climbing inside themselves. Vincenzo noticed two other men, but something was strange because they were masked.

One of the men pulled his mask, and Vincenzo recoiled in shock. One of the officers that had led him here took off his chains.

"Vincenzo," Alonso said, slowly pulling down his mask. The other man took off his mask, and his identity was revealed too, Bianco.

"How come? Boss!" Vincenzo said, sounding astonished.

"You thought they were going to grant you a shorter sentence or keep to their word about transferring you to that hell hole?" Bianco asked, sounding incredulous.

He heard about the transfer in time and dealt with these officers to buy Vincenzo freedom. A freedom that would end in death, Bianco thought.

"I'm so sorry I broke my oath, boss, the torture-"

Don Alonso sent a warning glare to Vincenzo, and he kept mute. "I don't want to hear it." They drove silently to the airport, and the officers were paid off instantly.

Alonso, Bianco, and Vincenzo got out of the van and boarded a jet. Vincenzo tried to get his bearing. He wondered if his boss intended to throw him off the plane when they were at the highest altitude.

Instead, he was offered a seat next to him and Bianco. Bianco was like a brother to him, and he hoped he would beg Don Alonso to give him a pass.

"I would like you to oversee an operation in Moscow,"

Don Alonso announced to the shock of everyone. "Vladimir wouldn't be able to do so personally."

Bianco's gaze shifted to his boss. "You said what?" "Surely you heard me," Alonso said.

"What operations?" Vincenzo asked, his heartbeat slowing down.

Alonso crossed his leg, laced his fingers on his abdomen, and answered, "I need you to lead a crew to rob the Makarov, take back everything we sold to them, and whatever cash that was returned."

"Thank you, boss, for giving me another opportunity to serve you," Vincenzo said happily but silently wondered why he was pardoned.

The easiness with which the pardon had come troubled him. Something told him this was his last service to Don Alonso. The Don believed in punishment. When they arrived in Moscow, the atmosphere had significantly changed from Italy's, and it was cold outside as they deplaned.

Alonso wore a jacket. He checked his watch to see whether they had arrived promptly. Vladimir was there to welcome them with a car. Vladimir was older than them all, and his position in the mob was consigliere.

Bianco and Alonso sat in the back seat while Vladimir stayed in the front passenger seat. Vincenzo rode in a separate car with the crew he was meant to lead.

"Vladimir, do you think the plan will work?" Alonso said, breaking the silence.

"Yes, and the crew is more than ready, but I'm just wondering why you had to add Vincenzo to it," answered Vladimir.

"You know he's a competent man, and since it's his fault we lost money in the first place, I want him to be responsible for his action. Also, the former leader you chose for this operation has been eating alone, so I can't trust him. Isn't that right, Bianco? Has Luca not been cheating me?" Alonso said.

"Yes, Don, he is a very greedy man," Alonso replied.

"Which is why after the operation, I intend to have Vincenzo clip him," Alonso further explained to him with a twisted smile.

"Bianco," Alonso called after a while.

"What do you think about the new lady?"

"Taleela? Oh well, she's a beautiful boss. The grandmaster has a keen eye," Bianco said, smiling softly.

"Who's that?" Vladimir asked, not used to the feeling of not knowing the latest.

As a consigliere, he was usually aware of all that was happening. "A new girl my granddad thinks should be my mate, she has no memory of who she is, and so I named her Taleela," Alonso offered a quick response.

"Sounds sketchy; I'd like to meet her. Do you think she's telling the truth about not knowing who she's?" Vladimir inquired with a hint of accusation in his tone.

"Wait till you meet her," Alonso said and then added, "I'm troubled about her Russian accent, and also, I can't read her thoughts."

"Although, since I've known your grandfather, he hasn't ever made a mistake, so you can give her the benefit of the doubt," Vladimir said.

Alonso went quiet and decided to think for the rest of the journey to Vladimir's house. Vincenzo thanked his star once more as he rode with Lucas and the others. Lucas had explained everything to him concerning the robbery.

They gave Vincenzo a change of clothing once they got to a deserted warehouse. Vincenzo was to act as a wealthy arms dealer interested in buying weapons from the Mafia boss in Moscow.

Once the Mafia boss was convinced, he would approve his men to take them to where the guns were stored.

On that note, they set out once more, this time to meet with Ivan Makarov, the Russian Mafia boss.