The Alpha Mafia King
Chapter 33

“He is here,” Alonso said to his grandfather as he entered the administrator’s office. Vincenzo and Jerald were there too.

“I know,” Mazza replied.

“Who’s here, honey?” Taleela said, sitting on one of the leather chairs.

“Jamie, the f*****g spy!” Alonoso replied, taking his seat behind the finely polished mahogany desk.

“Do you want me to call him up?” Jerald asked Don Alonso.

“No, leave him to do his thing,” Alonso replied. The office fell quiet. Alonso was looking for a way to dismiss Taleela without hurting her feelings because she was impeding Vincenzo’s important discussion with the group.

“I should go downstairs and explore things,” Taleela said. She had a feeling that the growing silence between the men was their way of politely telling her to excuse them.

“Okay, sure thing!” Alonso said. He was feeling confident that he could leave her alone because of the security men that followed her around. Also, he had his eyes on the television screen that broadcast whatever went down in the casino.

Vincenzo was the first to speak again after Taleela had left, and he said, “Don Alonso, there’s an impromptu meeting of all pack members by tomorrow. It was decided by the royals earlier today; that’s what I wanted to tell you.”

“I guess there’s no way to say no to this one, right?” asked Alonso.

“You’re right about that,” Mazza responded even though the question had been directed to Vincenzo. Jerald sat quietly, watching them.

Alonso let out a weary sigh. It had been long since the royal pack set up any meeting of the packs. He had not shown up for any meeting of werewolves, not even parties thrown by elite packs. He preferred keeping his distance from the werewolves community, but the royal pack was the one you could not turn down for any reason.

“That’s such an unwelcome invite, any idea what this meeting is about?” Alonso said, ticking his head.

“No idea, boss,” Vincenzo replied. “But see, what’s strange as you might have been wondering is why I know about the meeting, and you don’t, right?”

Alonso had indeed wondered, and he replied, “Yes, why’s that? How come you are aware first?”

“I don’t think the royals cared to contact any of the alpha’s directly,” Vincenzo said, crossing his legs. “They just sent their message via pack mates who made direct contact with the nearest pack members they could replace.”

Mazza’s eyes widened.

“This is not a meeting; it’s a summoning!”

“Should I be aware of the difference?” Alonso said, noting the way Mazza had spoken out of shock.

“Yes, when there’s a summoning, the royals summon werewolves by sending out direct messages through the use of pack mates!” Mazza said.

“Well, why would the royals summon everyone?” Alonso asked with a feeling of concern.

Mazza, in his head, tried to imagine the answer himself, and he said, “Usually summoning by the royals can occur when there’s been a death of an alpha, but summoning can also be because of other things.”

Alonso let out a frustrated sigh because of Mazza’s shortened reply. He decided to change the topic to the one at hand.

“Hasn’t anyone been able to determine what kind of intelligence Jamie is trying to gather?”

“We don’t know what he is hoping to replace out but have him placed on surveillance from the moment he comes into the casino and when he exits!” Jerald said.

Alonso watched the screen that displayed multiple sections of the casino. He could see Taleela standing at the baccarat table. He saw Jamie at the crap table shooting the dice.

“What’re his winnings like?” Alonso asked.

“Well, according to Rocco, he has more losses than wins,” Jerald said. “Yet, he keeps on coming to play.”

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Meanwhile, Taleela was downstairs, trying to locate the crap table which had earlier captured her attention. She gave birth to a memory from watching the table, and she wanted to dig into it some more. When she finally located it, she noted the two new additional players. There was something about the player who was about rolling the dice. He looked vaguely familiar. He rolled the dice, and the outcome was a six-five.

“Yoleven,” announced the stickman.

Agent Fox was not settled on the inside because Taleela’s eyes bored him with intensity. He felt she was trying to remember him. No, he thought again, with a feeling of trepidation that she was announcing to him silently that she knew who he was.

On the other hand, as Jamie waited for his turn to roll the dice, he wondered why Alonso had sent his mate to watch their table. She seemed like she was on a mission, and he began to panic inwardly. She watched him shoot the dice, and he wondered nervously again what Alonso was doing. He looked at the roll’s outcome, and it was a five-two.

After a moment of watching the game, Taleela walked away, losing interest in it. She was going to the baccarat table. Seeing that she was leaving relieved both agent Fox and Jamie. Fox once again looked at Jamie, studying him.

From his own experience, he knew and recognized a spy when he saw one. Equally, Fox knew that whoever Jamie was, he was an amateur. He also noticed that Taleela was troubling him from within. His eyes affixed themselves to observe Taleela as she moved to the baccarat table.

“Does the young lady trouble you?” Agent Fox asked.

“Not really; I think that she is gorgeous looking!” Jamie replied, feigning admiration for Taleela.

“Yeah, I think that she is! Want to tell her that personally?”

“Oh no, I’ll pass.”

“Why?” Agent Fox pressed on for his benefit.

“Why?” Jamie muttered and added aloud, “because I think a lady like her already has someone.”

“Go for it! Buy her a drink tonight, and you won’t regret it even if she has someone.”

Jamie faked a smile and nodded. The guy had stopped talking since it was his time again to shoot the dice. He threw it, and they both watched it bounce off to the far end of the table. It landed on nine-three.

“Yoleven again,” announced the stick man.

For the assassination method tonight, agent Fox had three options in mind. With immeasurable care, he had been able to slip in these weapons. He had his Glock 34 close by. It was chambered in 9mm using subsonic bullets.

He had a carbon fiber-made knife that was invisible to the metal detectors. He might as well bump into Aliyona on an alley, sticking his dagger into her armpit and leaving. She would be dead in two to three minutes.

The last option would be to use Arsenic poisoning. Arsenic has no smell or taste, so she would not be able to tell if it was in her drink, but then again, he could barely take her out from afar, let alone slip the poison into her drink.

Whatever method he chose for the assassination, he required the security men guarding Alyona to lose their guards.

Time was running out, and agent Fox’s likelihood of making his kill was getting slimmer than that of rolling eleven at the table. He needed to decide on the method immediately. When Taleela began to pass them again, he knew what he had to do, and he was hoping it would work.

“Izvinite Miss!” Agent Fox said, and quickly he said it in English, seeing that Aliyona did not stop, “Excuse me, Miss!”

Taleela halted, believing that the man had called out to her, and she replied, “Yes? How may I help you?”

“My friend here is a winner, and he thinks that you’re beautiful, and so he wanted to offer to buy you a drink!” Fox said, offering the kindest smile that he could. Jamie’s reaction was one of utter shock.

Taleela rolled her eyes. She was aware that Alonso was still talking with Vincent and the rest. She had missed a chance to interact with a stranger in Italy, and now she felt that it was no harm to let herself one drink with the stranger.

“Guess one drink won’t do me any harm,” Taleela responded innocuously.

Agent Fox gave a playful nudge to Jamie, and Jamie quickly let out the words, “Thank you. My name’s John.”

“And I’m Talee,” she replied.

Preposterous! Jamie thought. Why did he have to lie about his name? The game had ended with Jamie earning a few extra euros than he had placed on the bets he made. He just moved towards the bar and did not know what to make of the situation.

At the bar, Agent Fox made sure to order the same drink as Taleela. He drank when she drank, and he made sure to keep his glass of wine at the same level as hers.

While Taleela and Jamie were talking, Fox poisoned his drink. He seized the opportunity to also swap his poisoned glass of wine with that of Taleela’s. They laughed at something he said, and he smiled with a feeling of accomplishment when Taleela drank from the poisoned wine. It was going to be a slow death.