The Alpha Mafia King
Chapter 37

Agent Fox had not lied when he said he was a private investigator. Since the police didn’t know who his employer was, they offered him help. Prior to becoming a PI for the Makarov family, he was formerly a U.S. soldier. A few knew the little history as to how Ivan Makarov acquired for himself Agent Fox.

The U.S. versus Iran war had left the soldier permanently scarred in his mind. After twenty-six days of intense fighting, and with the aid of the volunteers, the U.S. won a decisive victory, but that victory came at a steep price for agent Fox. When the agent returned home from the war, it had left him with a severe case of schizophrenia and frequent nightmares. He relived his war experience in several nightmares where soldiers chased him in Iran and captured and tortured him.

Those nightmares made him paranoid. He hated people walking behind him because he would often get the delusion that he was about to be captured. All too soon, because of PTSD, he was declared unfit for duty, and on that note, he was given a medical discharge from the U.S. army.

There was a time when he beat up a man with a shovel trying to clear up a pile of snowflakes. He had thought the man was holding a gun planning on attacking him. After a few weeks of this incident, the agent relocated to Russia to start a new life.

In this new life he had started, a particular incident made him meet with the powerful Don Ivan. The Don had been walking with Dimitri and one of his daughters. Dimitri was freely carrying an assault rifle. The sudden halt in their movement and Dimitri’s sudden shadow cast on the floor with the gun made agent Fox paranoid as he raised his head from lacing his shoe.

Agent Fox saw an enemy in front of him. He pounced on Dimitri and wrestled him for his gun. It had been Alyona that saved Dimitri’s life that day. Don Ivan immediately recognized his condition because he spoke of Iran and war as he fought Dimitri.

The Don took him in, and since then, he had received a constant show of love from the Don. He started relating more with Mariyanna. She was not afraid of him. She could get through to him more than anyone else, and finally, he was assigned as Mariyanna’s guard.

***

Agent Fox wondered why he remembered all these now. It was probably the feeling of being in danger that brought the memory of his past life back. He listened as the phone rang.

“Where the hell are you guys?” Fox said tersely.

“Just hang in there,” said a voice over the phone. “The helicopter would be there as soon as the blizzard passes to get you!”

Jerald’s face turned pale as he heard the word “helicopter.” He wondered just who this man was. He was in the police station, and he had convinced the police that he was a private investigator and that he was currently awaiting his transport out of the city. They had let him wait safely inside the building.

“Oh shit! I must not let this man get away,” said Jerald to himself. He looked at the roof of the police station building and knew what to do next. It was a long shot, but it was his only way of neutralizing the man.

Jerald knew his quarry was expecting to be followed, but he also knew that the man inside the building had not guessed that a different person was following him. He knew the man would be on the lookout for either Laslow or Jamie and not him. Using this as an advantage and hoping he was right, he planned on going into the police station.

“How will I get to the rooftop?” Jerald asked himself, but there was no time to ponder the question any further. The helicopter, as he knew, would be arriving in a matter of time, and he needed to be ahead of the game.

“Good evening, officer,” Jerald said, lowering his voice. “I need to shelter here for a moment, please, until the storm passes.”

“Sure, sit right there with the others!” replied the kind policeman with a smile.

Agent Fox laced his fingers jointly forward, and his elbows rested on his knees. He was constantly looking through the door to see who had come in. Although, Fox thought it unlikely that the werewolves that had attacked him earlier would go after him to the police station.

Even if they did, they would wait outside for him; that was why he chose to exit the building in a helicopter from the rooftop. The only way to get to him if they were desperate would be to enter the building. He felt confident that he had evaded the enemies.

After a while, Jerald decided it was time to act. He got up and went to the same police officer that had offered him a seat. His quarry paid no attention to him, and he was glad.

“Excuse me, officer, please, I need to use the toilet,” Jerald said, acting pressed.

“That way,” replied the officer, nodding and pointing in the general direction.

Jerald headed straight for the rooftop. He was about to be stopped by a policeman, but he quickly knocked him over. Jerald dragged the man to an empty room, where Jerald stripped him and donned the man’s uniform. He also took the policeman’s gun.

On the rooftop, he waited for the storm to pass. He hid in the darkness, anticipating. He watched agent Fox stroll out casually from the rooftop. He knocked him unconscious with the bottom of the pistol. He used his belt to tie up the man’s hands behind his back. Soon enough, the loud sound of a helicopter’s rotor reverberated above Jerald.

Jerald knew that the men would not suspect an attack since he wore a police uniform. He shot two of the men that had come as backups and forced the pilot out of the helicopter. He made the pilot carry the unconscious man into the helicopter before convincing him by pointing the gun at him to fly the aircraft.

Alonso’s phone chimed as he was with Mazza, still drinking in the Martini Room. He answered the call before it could ring a second time.

“Speak,” he said sharply.

“Boss, I need you to meet me at your airport as soon as possible!” Jerald said rapidly.

“Why, what’s happening?” Alonso said steadily.

“I have been able to neutralize Taleela’s attacker!”

“Alright, I will be there shortly.”

“That didn’t take too long,” Mazza said, sighing. “Go, I’ll look after Taleela.”

“Thank you,” Alonso replied. He made sure he finished his glass of wine before getting up to leave. Mazza followed him out.

“Stay in control, son,” Mazza said outside the casino.

“I will,” Alonso said, hurrying inside the car. A few of his security men accompanied him, and they drove off to the airport.

Jerald stood to watch over the helicopter and aboard the hostages. He felt proud of himself, and a broad smile was on his face when he saw Alonso coming toward them. Jerald greeted Alonso with a handshake and stepped aside for Alonso to board the aircraft. Agent Fox had been awake, and he recognized Alonso immediately from a distance. Everything had gone wrong for him.

“Let’s cut to the chase,” said Alonso.

***

Mariyanna knew that something had gone wrong. She was yet to hear from the men she had sent to retrieve agent Fox, and Fox himself had not sent words. It was ironic and somewhat sarcastic that Fox’s nightmares had come to pass. He always had nightmares of being captured by the enemy. The reiterated irony made her feel pity for him.

She had questions about Jamie’s employer. If they both had a common interest, they should work together. Agent Fox, in his message, had already explained that if he were captured, he would not give her name up. He urged her to replace out who Jamie was. Jamie was the key to everything.

Bianco, on the other hand, watched Jamie and Laslow meet with Callisto after tailing the duos for three hours. Now he knew that it was impossible to fetch Jamie. He told himself that it was okay to have failed his mission. In a few hours, they would all be seated like allies. He was, however, glad that Jerald had caught the bigger fish. Callisto adjusted his glasses, stretching.

“Son, come on out already!” Callisto barked. Bianco’s eyes widened as he saw Antonio Beaumont deplane.

Bianco knew that if he could get to Antonio, he wouldn’t need Jamie anymore. Antonio wanted his father gone so he could live freely, but like everyone else, Antonio knew that crossing Callisto was not a wise decision. It was something that required patience.

The enemy’s pack was complete. Bianco decided he was vastly outnumbered, and it would be unwise to continue tailing them any further. Therefore, he retreated into the depth of the darkness. He lifted his face skywards, letting the snowflakes settle on his face.