The Alpha Mafia King
Chapter 10

Ivan, the Russian Mafia boss, had two daughters who went by Alyona and Mariyanna. It had been up to a week since anyone heard or saw Alyona, the Younger one of his daughters. She had just disappeared into thin air. Don Ivan was very affectionate towards Alyona.

He gave her a vast majority of his empire, leaving only a tiny portion, Arilogistic firm for his firstborn. In the last few days, he had been searching high and low for Alyona like a religious man searching for God.

“I’ve been to every known place she might have been to, boss, and nobody has heard or seen her,” Dimitri said.

“This is so unlike her!” Ivan said, pacing around his garden. “Dimitri, she was your friend. You both were having an affair right under my nose. Oh, don’t think my eyes are not on the ground. I know you both had something going on. This is why I need you to think about if she told you anything that might have led to her disappearance.”

Dimitri forced his memory to think about it in all the times he and Alyona had spent together; she didn’t tell him anything about leaving, but his mind came up with the search but couldn’t not replace any message.

“She never mentioned anything to me, boss,” he said, feeling even more despair for her. “If she did, I would have been able to remember.”

“So what then could this mean?” Ivan asked sadly. “Do you think she’s—”

“Oh no, surely she’s not!” Dimitri cried out, stopping the Don from completing the sentence. “I think she is what the Japanese call Johatsu.”

The Don stopped his pacing in front of him and gave him a quizzical stare. “Meaning?”

“It means to vanish from your established life without a trace,” Dimitri explained, but yet the Don found it even more perplexing.

“Vanish? Why on earth would the heir to my empire want to do that?”

“In some cases, becoming johatsu is a way just to have a fresh start. Forgive me, boss, but maybe Alyona doesn’t want to be a Mafioso. Maybe she wanted to lead a normal life.”

The Don looked thoughtfully —A normal life? What does that even mean?

“Well, this your theory is keeping my hope alive, and that is until proven otherwise. So what happens now in her new life?”

“Most johatsu when they disappear, they can abandon their former residences, jobs, families, names, and even appearances. In summary, she will be someone else, and these days facial reconstruction surgery helps make things worse.”

The Don felt himself looking for something to lean on for support. If indeed Alyona had become johatsu, then everything he had labored to put in her palm had been thrown out.

He lifted his gaze skyward, wondering if it had indeed come down to this. He now had to make the switch and hand over all his properties to the least favorite daughter. However, first thing first, he needed to summon Mariyanna.

“Dimitri,” said the Don, suddenly sounding strong. “Call my other daughter immediately. There are certain things that I need to discuss with her right away.”

“Impossible boss! Mariyanna is in Italy.”

Ivan scratched the back of his head. He felt disappointed in himself that he did not even know the whereabouts of the only other person that the mantle could be passed down to. He hoped that she would forgive him. Nothing could hurt a child more than being aware that you were loved less.

“Tell her it’s important for me to see her,” Ivan said. “So what are the f*****g plans right now for the attack on our warehouse?”

“The crew responsible for that have been traced, but we are still doing our investigation to uncover which Mafia family sent them.”

“My hunches are telling me that the Marcovic family orchestrated the attack.”

Dimitri cleared his throat. “One name came up in our search for these attackers, and the man’s name is Vladimir.”

“Never heard of a Vladimir that’s connected to Marcovic,” Ivan said. “Vincenzo is Vladimir?”

“I highly doubt that opinion,” Dimitri said. He doubted that Vincenzo was Vladimir, but there was something about placing an Italian name alongside a Russian word that struck a chord in him. He had an Italian alias name.

“Whether or not he’s one person or separate people, I want the crew responsible for this found and dead before Mariyonna comes down to see me.”

“I think I might’ve figured out a way to track Vladimir down,” Dimitri said. “I can’t believe it! You might be onto something, boss. I’ll look into the Marcovic family deeper.”

The life of a Mafioso involved you talking about replaceing your missing daughter one minute and the subsequent killing your enemies. It all just sounded like wrongly mixed songs. Ivan Makarov freed Dimitri. He eyed him thinking about how ambitious the man was.

Alyona was blinded by his fake charms and sugar-coated words of love, whereas the man all he wanted was a lift with her. Ivan went into the mansion. Earlier, he had an unsettling feeling about being in there. That was why he came out into the garden.

Vladimir was also known as the ghost for his unexplainable power to go into a large setting, make a kill and disappear without anyone ever knowing he was there. He had the Don bugged. He had listened ideally to everything he and Dimitri had said about him. He wheeled a tray of food to Don’s room, passing several guards who were unsuspecting of him. He knocked on the door, and Don Ivan opened up, allowing him to bring the food into the bedroom.

The Don, unsuspecting his meal was laced with poison, settled down for a delicious-looking dinner. He ate and felt sleepy. He forced himself to stay awake, but something was working fast inside him. Vladimir counted the seconds it would take for the realization to kick in, and then he opened up the door. He watched Ivan struggling.

“Help me,” Ivan Makarov begged inaudibly.

“Vladimir?” he questioned silently. “Guards! Guards!” He let out, giving up the ghost.

—

Mazza and Taleela were having another swell time during their outing. Mazza had taken her to eat at a restaurant since she did not take anything before leaving the house. He caught sight of a woman he had not expected to be in Italy.

“Please excuse me, dear, a friend of mine just walked into the restaurant, and I need to say hello,” Mazza said, and Taleela gave him a nod.

They walked inside the restaurant as the woman made her order to Mazza, following her out of the restaurant—Hello turned into a lifetime of waiting.

Taleela noticed a book on her table and her eyes caught sight of a pencil on the floor. She picked up the pencil. She opened up the book even though she did not know who it belonged to. She turned to a blank page and started to trace lines and curves. She was not putting in much effort, but she was drawing a human face. About ten minutes had passed before Mazza reentered the restaurant.

“I’m so so sorry for the delay, dear,” Mazza said, and Taleela looked up at him smiling. “What are you drawing?”

“It’s meant to be a secret until I’m done,” she replied. “Can I keep this?”

“No, you can’t, Taleela, but how about if I buy you a drawing pad?”

Taleela beamed excitedly and said, “Thank you, Mazza, you’re so generous.”

“Oh dear, if you need anything, just mention so, and I’ll get it for you,” Mazza said.

Taleela was always trying to figure out her past life. She would always feel this terrible headache whenever she attempted to unlock those memories lost to amnesia. She currently thanked her stars for sending Mazza, her guardian angel who had stuck indelibly to her like b***d on the wall.

“You know, Taleela, you have a strong Russian accent which makes me think you’re a descendant of a Russian family,” Mazza said out of the blue.

They were riding together in the backseat of the car that had taken them out in the morning.

“Maybe,” Taleela said. “Why are you telling me this?”

Mazza sighed. “Nothing. I just thought it would help you if you’re trying to remember who you were.”

“Hmm, okay.”

Mazza had lied. The truth was that he started the conversation because Alonso’s anxiety had reached out to him this morning. However, Taleela, whoever she was, did not strike him as a wrong person. He had lived his life surrounded by bad people and had done bad things himself.

—

Vladimir had slipped out of Don Ivan Makarov’s mansion just the same way he had come. It would take a while before anyone knew that the Don was dead. By then, he would have been long gone.

There was one loose end he still needed to tie. He had not included this part in his plan, but the man called Dimitri could not figure out the truth about his identity; otherwise, his boss would be

compromised. This kind of kill did not require any technicality or costume. He was going to allow the man to see him.

Dimitri was driving, and he had a habit of constantly watching his rearview mirror for suspicious cars. He had found one. He reached for the gun underneath his chair. Just as he had anticipated, the car propelled up, trying to reach the same level as his.

Together, both Dimitri and Vladimir started shooting sporadically. Vladimir got shot in the chest while his bullet caught Dimitri in the head. Dimitri’s car slowed down, and an upcoming vehicle collided with his, and the car skidded towards wherever. Vladimir still kept on driving; he did it with one hand, and the other found his phone. He began to dial Don Alonso’s number.

“Fucker pick up!” he said.

“Who are you calling a fucker?” Alonso said, sounding angry.

“Shut up and listen well because I’m dying,” he hissed. “Ivan’s dead…but the attack was not traced to you…I killed the bastard, but—” He slowly gives up the ghost.

Vladimir would’ve wolf up on his death end but he was wearing a purple bracelet made of mixed wolfbane and incantation spell. He has always been prepared for his death, not to expose his true identity to the human world, but this death was not certain, he didn’t know he’ll did today but still, he died a proud man and also a proud beta wolf of the De Sina pack.

Alonso stood up abruptly from the poolside. Bianco looked at him curiously. He dropped down on his knees and held his head, and let out a growling sound followed by a loud scream of agony.

Bianco closed his eyes as the realization hit him. Tears flowed from his eyes. The liquid felt strange because it had been so long ago that he cried. Alonso’s claws came out, and he made an incomprehensible growling sound. His fangs slid out. His eyes changed colors, but then Bianco rushed to hold him.

Lady Tanya was already running down with an injection in her hand that contained wolfsbane enough to kill a regular werewolf. She injected Alonso, and slowly, he started to transform back into a human but then he was equally slipping out of consciousness.

—

“So that’s how I figured it out,” Taleela said, but Mazza was not listening.

Mazza felt Alonso tap into his alpha gene. He was wondering what had happened to make him do so.

“Mazza,” Taleela said for the third time and shook him.

“Sorry dear, what did you say?” he asked, but Taleela gave a resigned sigh and let him be.

Mazza received an incoming call from Bianco, who explained everything to him. Mazza had to hold himself together because Taleela was beside him. Vladimir was dead! The consigliere had been in service to the family for thirty long years.

A few hours later, Alonso awoke at night, and his grandfather was hovering over him. He was smoking. He gave him a weakened smile, but Alonso’s face remained neutral.

“At least Jerald was able to retrieve his body,” Mazza informed calmly. “We would give him a befitting burial. And as for his son, I’ve already informed him. He is coming back to Italy for the burial.”

Alonso sucked in a deep breath. “We have to be careful because in Vladimir’s last words to me, there was a—but, that was never completed. And you know anytime there is a, but then the story is about to change.”