The Alpha Mafia King
Chapter 4

MOSCOW, RUSSIA

Alonso, Bianco, and Vladimir arrive at Vladimir’s mansion. Vladimir’s driver said that he would take a break, but he would be back to take them to the casino later. Don Alonso had some critical businesses to attend to, and it was already starting to seem like a very long day. He hoped the crew sent for the robbery would come back in time and successfully.

Vladimir’s mansion was the rendezvous for the crew to come back to. Inside, the living room was spacious. One could easily fall in love with the crimson, white exposed beam ceiling. The furniture was one of a kind and A-class.

They sat down simultaneously, and as if on cue, a waitress materialized in the living room to pour wine. Vladimir liked to live luxuriously. He had the most refined imports of everything but most especially wine; as an Italian brought-up man, he never joked with his winery. Vladimir was an Italian that chose the alias name Vladimir for his operations in Russia. His real name was Emilio.

“Oh Vladimir, you lavish money on senseless things,” Don Alonso said.

“Come on, Don, what’s a life without luxury?” Vladimir asked like a sharp wit. “We’d die and never see these beautiful things again. There’s not a god that can accept a Mafioso soul into paradise, so why not enjoy paradise on earth?!”

Bianco muttered something at the end of Vladimir’s speech, and Alonso laughed naturally. Bianco was so sure that the devil had kept quite the most gruesome place for him in hell.

Alonso gave a focused look at his friend and said, “Bianco, you’re so good at enforcing deals. Maybe you can strike a bargain with the devil and rule hell together.”

“In that case, I’ll be the underboss there, and maybe you and Vladimir could be consigliere and capo,” Bianco chided. Both the Don and consigliere erupted in laughter.

“Alright, gentlemen,” Alonso said, his expression turning serious. “I’ve come up with the decision of who I’d like to give out Desmond’s position.”

Desmond was regarded as the pit boss of Alonso’s casino here in Russia. He was the man that Alonso so graciously spared his life not so long ago for cheating him.

Alonso was not always this merciful at the beginning. He never killed with his own hands, but he had ordered many men to be executed. However, having established his reputation as the Don, he decided to reduce these executions. Also, many attempts had been made on his life. Sometimes, years after a man had been executed, there was always a family member willing to seek revenge.

“And who might this be?” Vladimir asked.

“Rocco Mancini,” Alonso replied, looking from Vladimir to Bianco.

“Hmm, well, Rocco is a made man, and I think he’s a fitting replacement,” Vladimir said, approving.

“Come on, Bianco, what do you say?” Alonso asked.

“Very well then,” Bianco said. “Let’s inform the man of his new job!”

“Alright,” Alonso said, happy they loved his choice. “What’s the status of the canines, Bianco? How many of them were able to accomplish their mission?”

Bianco tapped his forehead once and said, “Ah! I almost forgot, yeah, just one out of the three boys passed, and his name is Nicolasi Pentangeli.”

“Not bad,” Alonso said, looking pleased. “Invite him to join us at the Casino tonight.”

“Okay, boss,” Bianco said, picking up his wine glass.

Alonso retired into a room specially arranged for him in Vladimir’s home. He had a room too in Vladimir’s house.

Vladimir has a son, but he was in America for the time being, living the life he chose. The boy did not want to be a Mafia, so Vladimir politely respected his son’s wish. Alonso thought if he had children, he would also let them choose their path; in fact, he wanted a life free of crime for his children. His thought went to Taleela, and he cringed. Never, she could be the one he resisted the idea and thought of something else.

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Vincenzo met with the Russian Mafia boss in his private home, which was heavily guarded. He and his crew were just five in number. The guards searched them to see if any were heavy, but they found nothing on them. Posing as a businessman in arms dealing, Vincenzo slid into his character very well. He was standing before a bulky man holding a briefcase tightly. Don Ivan Makarov could have as wellbore a hole in Vincenzo with his eyes the way he looked at the man.

“Do you have two million dollars?” Ivan asked sharply.

“I have twice that amount, and I could give you all, but of course, it depends on how many arms you are willing to sell to me,” replied Vincenzo.

Ivan stroked his chin.

“I need to see proof that you have much money,” he said.

“I need to see proof that you have the arms I requested for,” Vincenzo replied. “Take us to the warehouse where the weapons are kept.”

“What? Who does business like that? Get this fucker out of my sight!” Ivan bellowed in his thick Russian accent.

“Wait,” Vincenzo said sharply. “I brought one million dollars with me as proof, but the money travels with us to the warehouse. I will have my bagman bring the rest to you at the location after I’ve made my inspection.”

Ivan signaled one of his men to collect the briefcase. He opened it in front of Don Ivan, and it contained stacks of hundred dollar bills cash. Ivan inspected the money, and it was real cash. He weighed the briefcase, which seemed heavy enough, but he had a bill counter machine to be extra sure. His soldier counted it, and it was on point, ten thousand notes.

“Alright, gentlemen,” the Don said. “You strike me as serious people. Shall I offer you anything to drink then?”

“We would have loved something to drink, but we are behind schedule for another deal,” Vincenzo said.

“Alright, my men will disclose the location of the warehouse for you so you can inform your bagman to bring the cash,” said the Don. “No tricky business, okay? My men will not hesitate to lay waste to you if we spot more than one man.”

With that final warning from Don Ivan Makarov, they set out to the location. Bianco had already set another crew hidden in the area of the warehouse they were going to rob.

The tricky business was to get them to open the place, which is why Vincenzo’s crew had to come into play. Also, there was an indestructible safe in the warehouse, which was used to store cash from the weapon sold. Vincenzo’s backup crew spotted them arriving, and each man went into position. Five snipers were mounted at the top of the roof at different angles. Then two getaway men hid in their vans parked a few distances from the warehouse discreetly.

The warehouse had about five soldiers guiding it, in addition to the five armed men sent to accompany Vincenzo. Vincenzo and his crew stayed at the back of the men leading them so that the snipers could have clear shots.

The moment the door had been unlocked. Bullets were flying sporadically, and as soon as the men were falling, Vincenzo and his crew made a grab for their weapon and also defended themselves against any of the enemy soldiers. Quickly, Vincenzo apprehended the one man that was deliberately kept alive because he knew the code to unlock the safe. The crew swooped in and began stocking the vans with the weapons.

“Open it!” Vincenzo said to the hostage tersely.

“I’d rather die,” the soldier spat furiously.

“I thought so too; how about your daughter then?” Vincenzo showed him a video of his daughter tied up and gagged as she made a muffled sound.

“Leave my daughter out of this! I’ll open it but don’t kill either of us, please,” the soldier begged.

“I swear on my word no harm will come to you,” Vincenzo said, but he knew his word meant shit. Hastily, for the sake of his daughter, the soldier opened the safe.

In less than twenty minutes, the operation had been carried out successfully. The warehouse was naked. Vincenzo took his aim at the soldier’s head. The man looked at him with a look of betrayal in his eyes. Vincenzo searched him and took his phone, then ordered a crew member to take all the dead soldiers’ phones.

He had been shown mercy, and so he felt he should be merciful, and he freed the soldier. Vincenzo and the crew he came with drove speedily to Vladimir’s home. Luca wanted to go with the vans he was supposed to, but Vincenzo told him that the Don wanted to see him, something about a promotion, which was entirely a lie.

“Hello, boss,” Vincenzo said, speaking to Alonso over the phone.

“I guess it’s done then,” Alonso inquired.

“Yes,” Vincenzo replied.

“Luca?”

“Sure,” Vincenzo answered in code because the man was sitting next to him in the back seat.

“Clip him.”

Vincenzo took a deep breath, placed the mouth of his pistol on Luca temple, and fired the first shot, he shot him in the chest, and as his mouth opened, he stuck the gun in his mouth and took the last picture. Being shot in the mouth sent the message that Luca was a greedy man. Alonso could tolerate any form of disloyalty, but greed was always met with death.

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Vincenzo freshened up and had a change of clothing before he went to answer the summoning of Don Alonso in Vladimir’s study room. He stood shakily as Alonso bore his gaze on him. Unlike standing before the Russian Mafia boss, Alonso scared the hell out of him.

“A job well done,” Alonso said.

“Thank, th- thank you, boss,” he replied, still trembling.

“Do you know why I spared you?”

He gulped hard. “I can’t tell why boss.”

“Because of your flawless service to me all these years,” Alonso said. “I know you didn’t have much choice but don’t ever break your oath to me again. I am Don Alonso De Sina Marcovic, and I have the power to do and undo as I wish. Always remember that next time, you feel forsaken.

“Yes, boss, thank you so much,” Vincenzo said, bowing ever so gratefully.

“The cops will realize that you’re missing, so for now, you’ll lay low, change your looks and go to America. You can’t remain here in Moscow because Ivan will be searching for you high and low. On no account should you leave America without seeking due permission, if you like, try me and see, now get out!”

Vincenzo had spent several years in service to the Don, and this was the first time he heard him raise his voice at him. He hurried out of the study and bumped into Bianco leaning against the corridor wall. Bianco looked at him and smiled apologetically.

“Just do as you’re told, please,” Bianco said.

“Sure,” he replied, and his friend patted him on the shoulder.

Bianco came into the study to inform Don Alonso that Vladimir’s driver had arrived and they were waiting for him outside. It was time to go to the casino to check things and celebrate their win. Also, the Don wanted to meet two people there, the newly made man, Nicolas Pentageli, and the promoted Rocco Mancini. His phone was ringing as he made his way out of the study. It was his grandfather calling. He had utterly neglected to call him, but now that he had reached, he decided to answer.

“Alonso, my dear grandson,” Mazza’s voice boomed.

“Hello, granddad,” he said, his voice reverberating through the hallway.

“How are things going over there?”

“Smooth,” Alonso said.

“When are you coming back? Taleela is bored,” his granddad said, chuckling softly.

“I already told you,” Alonso said, pausing to choose his following words. “I don’t want her around by the time I get back.”

“Well, she’s not going anywhere, and you know that. We are waiting for your safe return.”

Alonso’s face had changed when he arrived at the car. Vladimir asked him what was wrong, and he narrated his ordeal with his granddad. Vladimir said it served him right because if he had found a mate all these years, his granddad would not have to worry about seeing him one. However, the truth was that Alonso felt no love For any woman.