The Alpha Mafia King
Chapter 24

“Run, Alonso! Run! Your little piece of shit,” Omega Juno Lanfonsy growled.

“Yeah, piss off, and don’t you ever come back here, you weakling,” Beta Laslow Confetti added.

Alonso had been running, and he could hear their bellow of laughter erupt from behind him. Tears stung his eyes. He had gone to them to show that he was now able to transform, but he failed ultimately. He had done it twice though nobody witnessed it. Both times had been involuntary, and it had hurt like hell.

As he was running, he felt his bones snap, and he collapsed on both his knees. The claws burst out of his fingertips, and he grew furs. His wolfed-out form was a black wolf with a unique blueprint on his fur.

He was aware of his own transformed body. This time around, it was less painful. He stalked around the forest mountain and growled softly. A man and a little girl dressed up in winter coats made up of furs as black as he were.

It was a cold but ugly wintery day. The mountain forest was iced up. The snowflakes made their fur coats dotted with white. The girl turned and caught sight of him. She screamed out of fright. Her father instinctively turned, but he was gone. He heard her explaining to her that it was not uncommon to see wolves in that part of Switzerland.

“Hey Alonso, wake up; there is something you need to see,” Piccolo Durante said in his usual thick voice. They were airborne on a jet flying back to Italy. It was the Falcon 7X that Alonso won in a bet with Gleb.

Alonso stirred from his temporary reverie. He wondered why he was dreaming about a memory from years ago. What he saw on the screen of Piccolo’s tablet was unimaginable. The news headline read: Eureka Oriano Shot at Twice, After Speaking Up Against La Corporation De Sina, Caught By CCTV And Eye Witnesses.

Attached herein at the middle of the long post was a video of Eureka after the first bullet had missed her by a few inches and exploded into a wall. He read the news, which went on to say in the last paragraph that everyone seemed to think that Alonso was the prime suspect, but Eureka was yet to give her statement. He knew he had ordered no hit on her, so what the hell was going on?

“Piccolo, what’s the meaning of this?” Alonso said, handing him the tab.

“It is a setup, boss,” Piccolo offered instantaneously. “I have been thinking about it, and I think that Eureka is trying to get back at you.”

“Huh, what for? I wasn’t the one who asked her father to talk trash about my company.”

“No, that is not the reason why,” Piccolo said, sitting upright. “She is fed up because you turned her down. She wants to get revenge on you by any means.”

Alonso ran his finger through his hair and said, “Eureka isn’t this endearing. Going to the news to rant about copying their chemicals is one thing, but having herself shot at purposely is not something she can risk.”

“So, what are you thinking?” Piccolo said, scratching his chin. Alonso knew Eureka better, so he at least wanted to look at things how he saw them.

“I have no idea what’s going on,” said Alonso, feeling deeply frustrated. “I should call my granddad and see if he ordered the attack on Eureka.”

Piccolo cocked his head to the side. “Don Palumbo would not do that!”

Valid, his grandfather would never order a hit on someone without informing him first. It was out of the confusion that he had brought up that suggestion. He felt like nothing was adding up. Could Nestor have orchestrated this other attack? Eureka could have been killed, but she was not. Nestor had spared Rocco the pit boss’s life to deliver a message.

“Could the Makarov family be involved in this?” Alonso said, finally able to speak again.

“There is a slight possibility in that, but look, we can worry about it later. For now, you should speak to Eureka and clear this up.”

Eureka was a little shaken up after the last attack made on her life. She knew Alonso, but she doubted if she knew him so well. He did not love her after all, and she might have riled him up by defaming his company’s name, but would he send someone to kill her? She had been looking for her father for the last few hours.

He was not at the office or home. She got a tingling sensation that he was in danger. Her father would have responded to the attack on her life. She could not reach him, and nobody knew his whereabouts. Her phone chimed, and the screen lit up. A strange number was calling, and she answered with trembling fingers.

“Hello, who?” Eureka said, almost whispering.

“If you wish to see your father again, you must say that your story was false about chemical Izard,” said an eerie voice. The sentence sent chills running through her spine. All doubts about Alonso being involved had been alleviated.

“Tell Alonso to piss off! He won’t get away with this! He has just sealed his fate. Attempted murder and kidnapping.”

Meanwhile, Juno smirked at Antonio and said, “I think she’s feisty, and we got her good!”

“So what now?” Antonio asked, marveling at his father’s clever maneuvering.

“We’ve laid up the bread crumbs, and so now we will wait. The outcome will determine our next move.”

“I still can’t believe that the original plan was to kill Mazza and frame Lucian for it!” Antonio Beaumont said, sounding astonished. “Alonso would have ripped the man to shreds.”

“That would have been a lot spicier, don’t you think?”

“Still, I don’t get how my presence was needed for all this!”

“Relax, the plan hasn’t reached its final stages.”

Antonio began to wonder just how deep this plan of his father ran. He wished he had the foresight to see how it would all turn out eventually. Alonso was being hit from all angles. His father could kill Alonso quickly, but he did not, and for a good reason.

Unless he wanted to assemble all the werewolves of the De Sina pack and kill everyone in one fell swoop, then it was impossible not to pin any of their deaths on him. He was meticulously replaceing ways to kill them one at a time without being suspected. Alonso had human enemies, forcing his father-like pawns to start acting their part.

There was, however, one particular problem, Alonso was a werewolf, and none of his enemies knew that even if they get riled up to killing him, they would not know-how.

***

Mariyanna had been watching the news on Alonso. He was a trending celebrity overnight in both Russia and Italy. She frowned, knowing that Nestor had acted on his own accord. She immediately intervened and ordered him to ‘stay his hand.’

As someone born into the mob lifestyle herself, she knew that the mafia did not orchestrate the hit on Eureka. It was too loud, too fishy and everyone who knows about mafia operations knows they do not like calling for attention.

Alonso would have had better ways to resolve his dispute with Dorado chemicals. Logically, he could pay them handsomely and buy the chemical. Someone was setting him up, and this was her chance to be helpful.

If she could solve this issue for him, come clean about being the Don and daughter of Ivan, then he would let what happened in his casino slide. Nestor’s illogical reaction still pissed her off. She thought the consigliere was supposed to be smart.

“Hello, this is Don Mariyanna,” she said casually on the phone.

“Yes, I know. What do you want?”

“I want you to replace out who is setting up Don Alonso.”

“I already have that information.”

Mariyanna stared surprisingly at her phone and said, “Are you sure?”

“When am I ever not sure?”

“Who’s it then?” Mariyanna asked, feeling glad.

“His name is Juno, but I don’t know who he truly works with. He is double-crossing Don Alonso, but I’m not interested in why.”

Just like that, Mariyanna had gotten a name. All that was left was Alonso to deal with the one setting him up and replace out why. She began to try his line, but unfortunately, it was engaged. She waited to try again in a few minutes.

Mariyanna got up to look outside the window from her office in Arilogistic company. The world outside presented a picturesque outlook of men who would bow down to her.

She had bigger ambitions than anyone realized. Alonso was going to be next after her because, in her crazy way, she had fallen in love with his angelic face. Together, they would rule Italy, Russia, and America.

—

Alonso could not believe all that Eureka was saying. She spoke of bizarre accusations like attempting to murder her, kidnapping her father right after failing, and now blackmailing her. Piccolo snatched the phone from Alonso. He had gotten enough of her bitching.

“Eureka,” Piccolo said in a controlled breath. “Listen to yourself talk; Alonso would not do any of these things you’re accusing him of to you. Does he seem like someone who will hurt you?”

“Yes, he does; he has been wanting to get rid of me ever since!” Eureka said.

“I would ask you to put your feelings aside, Eureka,” Piccolo said calmly. “However, if you insist on letting them stand in the way of critical thinking, then answer me this, do you feel if Alonso meant to kill you, he would fail?”

Eureka paused to think. It suddenly all sounded absurd. Alonso would not kill her overexposing chemicals. She could not see his hands in this matter anymore.

Another wave of terror instantly overcame her. If someone had been out to get her and her father, and it was not Alonso, then who the f**k was toiling with her?

“I see your point,” Eureka said. “But my father, who abducted him and why?”

“Oh, I am sure we already know why this charade was put on display; we have to figure out who put it up. In the meantime, I suggest you stay safe.”

Piccolo handed the phone back to Alonso.

“Hello, Eureka,” Alonso said, sounding drained. “I will help replace your father.”

“Thank you,” she said. Alonso waited, but when she said nothing else, he hung up.

***

Callisto had been waiting for Eureka to make a statement. The delay could have only meant that it was a failed plan. Somehow they had figured it out that it was a setup. He was an intelligent man; he ordered Antonio to return to him. Juno, on the other hand, had to flee as far away as possible.

However, first Juno had to link working with him to someone else. Who else was better than Lucian? Lucian orchestrated a hit on his daughter faked his kidnapping with Juno all to frame Alonso, and because Juno wanted money, he accepted. However, when one plan failed, several others were to try.

***

Finally, Mariyanna got to Alonso. “Hello! I’ve been trying to call you,” she announced.

“Right now, I have a lot on my schedule,” Alonso said tersely.

“Of course! You’re being framed for crimes you had nothing to do with.”

“And what do you know about these crimes?”

“I know who did them, but first, you should know that my full name is Mariyanna Makarov, and I’m Ivan’s daughter, and also the new Don. Secondly, my consigliere acted independently, but I’m not interested in avenging my father’s death. Lastly, the man responsible for framing you, his name is Juno.”

Alonso tensed, and so did Piccolo. Did he even want to know how the daughter of his enemy knew Juno was responsible? Also, why was she assisting him? As he pondered these questions, he was also thinking about why Juno would betray him.

He called Bianco to apprehend Juno, but by then, Omega Juno Lanfonsy was long gone. A smile curled up on Alonso’s face as the plane touched down.

Run Juno! Run! Your little piece of shit.