The Alpha Mafia King
Chapter 65

As the night grew darker, it was getting colder by the seconds. Unlike the blistering cold outside threatening to freeze the hell out of Russian residents, this nightclub was getting hotter with its vibes!

Mariyanna picked the spot because they offered the best quality vodka and some freshly brewed beer. Her eyes trailed a female blonde that had walked past her looking all tempting in her lingerie, and her lips formed a seductive smile. The hot-looking blonde was a stripper.

Earlier, Mariyanna wouldn’t have guessed that by the end of the night, she would wind up in a different bed other than hers, let alone think of being wrapped around the arms of a beautiful woman.

The eyes are the window to the soul, they often say, and no doubt that was why Mariyanna felt compelled to this beauty as their eyes locked in bed. Slowly their lips moved close to each other, and at first, they just grazed. Then Natalie’s lips pathed fully for Mariyanna’s. They took their time to replace their frequency as they kissed. They were going not too fast and not too slow; they just let it flow.

They took turns in helping each other get naked. Natalie kissed Mariyanna from her lips down to her temple. Her head spun from the vodka she had taken earlier at the club, but she was no stranger to drunken s*x at 2 a.m.

“That was the most awesome s*x I’ve had in months,” Natalie confessed as Mariyanna curved her hand around her h**s as they lay naked underneath the covering. Natalie pulled up the blanket.

“You are a little devil yourself, Natalie,” Mariyanna said. “You should steal me away for the rest of the weekend. I’d much rather spend the weekend with you than my obnoxious sister.”

“That sounds like an excellent idea,” Natalie turned to face her. “You’re serious?”

“Mhm yeah, why?”

“I had plans for the weekend but f**k those; I want you.”

“I’m all yours, honeysuckle!”

***

Alyona had been sitting down on the same couch for hours. Her eyes were sore from weeping so much. The bottle of rum was half drunk, and the pistol she once held laid beside the empty glass. She double-tapped on her phone’s screen, and the device came to life. It was five minutes after three in the morning, and it was starting to look more obvious that Mariyanna wouldn’t be coming home.

She felt a wave of exhaustion hit her, and a slight headache emerged. Alyona went into her room and lay in bed. The emptiness of the bed drove her crazy, and she couldn’t fall asleep for a long time, but before the breaking of a new dawn, her eyes snapped shut, and she fell deeply asleep with nothing but a gun beside her.

***

Antonio had retrieved the potion his father needed, and he had gone back to their secret location.

Callisto was looking almost healthy by the minute Antonio had handed him the special potion made of bay leaf, ginger, lavender, and a bit of the healer werewolf magic infused. Callisto gulped the content in the bottle, stood up, and set aside the bottle.

“Have you heard from Laslow and Fox?” Callisto mumbled. “Oddly, they aren’t back. Don’t you think they should have been back by now?”

“No, I haven’t,” Antonio replied, ensuring his heartbeat remained steady. “Yes, father, it’s odd they aren’t back. I tried calling them, but they aren’t answering their phones.”

“You don’t think something terrible has happened to them, do you?”

“I’m not sure. There’s only one way to replace out. Let me track them down.”

“That won’t be necessary,” Callisto said, adjusting his glasses. “Boy, I’m your father! Everything you know about cunning, I taught it to you. Did you think you could betray me without me knowing?” Callisto snapped his fingers.

“Father-“

“How dare you!” Callisto said, and his voice made the whole room reverberate. “Consider this your last warning, boy! Otherwise, the next head brought to me would be yours.”

Laslow entered the room grinning as he held the beheaded head of Agent Fox by his hair as if it were a trophy. He dangled it in front of Antonio to see.

“Oh, Anthony, look what you’ve caused,” Laslow said, growling. “You thought you could get rid of me quickly, yet here I am. You don’t even have enough balls to come after me yourself.”

“That’s enough, Laslow,” Callisto said. Nobody was allowed to talk to his son disrespectfully except him. “You’ve made your point; now excuse us. And oh, while you’re at it, replace somewhere to store that head safely.”

“Yes, alpha,” Laslow said, exciting the room.

Antonio was scared. His father was silent for a long time. He was wondering how his father had caught wind of his plan. Agent Fox had been sure that he killed Laslow, but the turn of events proved otherwise.

“Don’t beat yourself up,” Callisto said. “This turn of events has given me a bright idea. Needless to say, though, you shall be punished accordingly, now you know where to wait for me.”

Antonio knew where to go, and he knew that his punishment would be some form of torture. His father was an expert in that, which had been passed down to him unwillingly. The devil’s chair awaited him; he could hear imaginary chains rattling, and he shivered like jolts of electricity had run through his body from a stun baton.

As he made his way to the punishment room, another thought crossed his mind, and that was, alternatively, his father could use wolfsbane to torture him. Whichever punishment awaited him, he knew one thing, his father was not going to stop until he was sure he was broken.

Callisto would always have the edge over Antonio because he continually incorporated the use of drastic measures to ensure that he stayed loyal to him even if it was against his will. He fastened the chains around his son with a smile.

“You need purifying from your unbridled thoughts,” he said eerily. Antonio whimpered as he saw Callisto rise with an injection, inspecting it.

“Shh! It’s only a tiny dosage, not enough to kill you, but best believe it will leave you writhing in pain for hours.”

Antonio felt the needle prick him, and he saw his father put the wolfsbane, a special kind, into his bloodstream. At first, he felt nothing, but not long after the needle had been ejected, his entire body shot up in flames as if the fire had met gasoline inside him. He struggled to break free, but he couldn’t. The wolfsbane was making him weak. His father shut the door leaving him to scream in the dark. Shortly after, his father returned to stick a softball into his mouth.

“Jeez, you are so loud, and it’s annoying!”

Although Antonio could not think clearly, he wondered why he let his old man hurt him continually without ever having the guts to stand and fight back. Wouldn’t it have been better if he died trying to challenge his father? It would be an honorable death.

He found a memory from when he was a boy, and he held on to it to take his mind away from the pain, even if it was just a little.

His mother was ruffling his hair and telling him that there was no such thing as an honorable death.

“Don’t try to be a hero, Antonio,” his mother said. “Heroes die foolishly. One day, I know you will do things differently, but you don’t have to stand up to your father for me ever again.”

His father had beaten his mother to a pulp, and he had tried to call his father for a fight, but his father laughed in his face and asked him if he wanted to die.

His mother’s face was battered, and yet she had been the one comforting him because his father had spoken harshly to him, and he had run out crying like a little child.

***

Alonzo received word that Jerald was dead. Vincenzo said that he had seen Agent Fox absorb Jerald’s power which made Alonzo wonder who turned the agent.

“It’s Callisto’s doing, I’m certain,” Piccolo said. “But what is his motive?”

“I wouldn’t jump hastily into a conclusion if I were you,” Alonzo said. “Remember that Russia is crawling with different packs at his time because of-“

“This is how Callisto would think,” Piccolo said. “That is what he hopes to use as a cover. I never imagined Callisto would attack us so blatantly just a few days before our queen’s coronation.”

“What do you suggest we do?” Alonzo asked tiredly. The last couple of days had been his worst. He was too exhausted to mourn anyone. He felt like he had no more fight left in him.

Piccolo sighed, “We must answer b***d for b***d. Let’s kill Agent Fox.”

“And how do you propose we replace him? Jerald spent days cold on his trail.”

“It’s time to bring in the expert tracker, me.”