The Alpha Mafia King
Chapter 9

We all, at some point or maybe even out of habit itself, have decided to plan out what our next day would turn out to be like. However, it was the minor things that we failed to include in our plans that usually ended up having the most significant impact as a flaw in our schedule.

For Alonso, he had been unable to form a weather change in his plan. Heavy rain was pouring, and now all his plans had been thwarted for the morning. Flashes of lightning were instantly accompanied by thunder crashes and a low rumbling sound that lingered for a moment before stopping.

Alonso got out of bed and walked to his window. It was still dark outside like the night had not ended its tenure. He had one hell of a night sleeping beside Eureka. He did not bother waking her up because it had not been all too long ago; she fell asleep after sobbing for most of the night, listening to sad songs beside him.

He had to pretend to be sleeping, but deep down, he was worried. Carefully, he moved out of the room unnoticed. He made his way down the short, spirally curved staircase to the living room area.

“Good morning Don Alonso,” declared Lady Tanya, shaking up a wet umbrella at the entrance to the sitting room.

“Hello,” Alonso responded. “Lady Tanya, if you wish, you can move in here to the main house. You don’t have to stay at the auxiliary building if you don’t want to.”

“It’s a real honor, Boss,” Lady Tanya said, bowing formally. “But the thing is, I do love staying in the auxiliary building.” She gestured him with a slight smile.

Alonso’s left-hand cut across the air. “No problem, you can stay wherever you want to.”

“Thank you, Boss,” she replied with a half-smile. “Are you not going out, boss?”

Alonso pictured the scenario of a rainy day in the office. He hated water, and the weather would make his mood dull if he went out. He sank comfortably into his soft leather living room chair, drowning in luxury.

“I don’t think I will unless it stops raining,” he replied.

“Very well then, breakfast will be ready in thirty minutes, Boss.” Lady Tanya announced before disappearing from the entrance into the kitchen.

“Sure, I’ll have that!” He noted her disappearance into the kitchen.

Alonso strolled into the sitting room; he sat down comfortably and turned on the television, searching for what he should watch. His phone rang, making him substitute the remote for it.

It was someone he was working with. He understood that they lived in different time zones, which excused why the caller had to call him at an odd hour. He was still speaking with the man when Taleela walked past him, and she was putting on a crimson red sweater. She bowed courteously in acknowledgment as she passed.

A few moments later, she returned to the living room with his cup of morning coffee. She sets it on a stool beside him.

“Taleela, I didn’t ask you to bring me coffee,” Alonso said. “Please take it out of my sight.”

“Okay, boss,” she said and carried the tray away.

A few minutes later, Mazza came out right after Alonso had sent Taleela away. He sat beside his grandson, scratching his chin. Alonso greeted him, and he responded with a nod. He took the remote control and changed the movie to his favorite channel that shows the daily stand-up comedy display he loved.

Well, there goes my plan to watch the news.

Alonso turned towards the stairs to see Eureka climbing down. Thankfully, she looked happy as she approached. She walked to them with a determined stride. There was another thundering roar as the living room beamed up with the lightning coming from outside.

“Good morning, grandpa Mazza,” she said.

He grunted his reply, gesturing with his hand simultaneously for her to move. She then realized she had been standing in his view.

“Hello, Eureka,” Alonso said politely as she sat beside him on the armrest.

“Hey baby, good morning,” she said, feeling tempted to hold him, but she overcame it.

“Yeah.”

“Oh baby, I’ll be leaving in the next ten minutes. Aren’t you going to the office?” Eureka inquired.

“I might but not when it’s still raining,” said Alonso. “Uh, wouldn’t you wait for the rain to stop?” Eureka blushed crimson because he sounded concerned.

“I wouldn’t want to go, but you know today’s the first Ad placement for chemical Zeta, and I’m needed urgently due to my role. Baby, please sign the contract.”

“I told you I can’t do that,” Alonso said.

Eureka finally touched him and said, “No, that’s not what you said! You said you are going to look into it.”

“I’ve already looked into it yesterday, Eureka, and I’ve made my final decision. I’m rejecting it!”

“So much for being optimistic!” she g*****d. “Can I at least drink some tea before leaving?”

“Ah! Forgive me, where are my manners?” Alonso said and called out to Lady Tanya, who arrived in a matter of seconds.

“We need our tea, please,” Alonso said.

“Please make mine extra creamy,” Eureka added, and Lady Tanya nodded.

“Tanya,” Mazza called. “Tell Taleela to get ready because I’ll be leaving soon.”

“Taleela?” Eureka mouthed, wondering why Alonso’s grandfather needed her to accompany him. She saved the question she had for later.

Taleela no doubt had to cross the living room to make it to her room. So she assisted Lady Tanya with Mazza’s tea. She made sure to lead the way, striding towards Mazza with his tea. She could not wait to see where next he took her, although she knew it would be around town.

“Taleela, why bother yourself with my tea?” Mazza said, assisting her in dropping it on the stool. “Tanya is capable of handling it all, thank you, though.”

Taleela felt nervous suddenly because of Eureka’s presence. She did not want her to start thinking something was fishy. The way Alonso had allowed Eureka to speak to her curtailed all the details that he might have presented her to Eureka as a slave, not a guest. Eureka shot her an uncomfortable glance, and she quickly disappeared.

A while after Eureka had gone, Mazza said, “You’re being too hard on your mate, and I don’t like it.”

“Well, you’re being too nice, and it makes me feel like you’re desperate,” Alonso retorted.

He did not appreciate that his grandfather had caused Eureka to wonder things which would lead to her asking him more questions.

“Well then, tell me, how else would you want to treat a stranger?”

“I’m not saying don’t treat her nice,” Alonso said. “But still keep your guards up. What if she is an enemy sent to infiltrate us?”

“Oh, and you think this imagined enemy would conveniently just drown a lady and assume I’ll be there to rescue her and take her in.” Mazza tooted and left him.

Alonso’s plan for the day was starting to spiral out of control. The rain was still falling, and inwardly he had just decided to stay home and rest. He had such a busy week last week. Breakfast was ready, and he watched Lady Tanya set the dining table. He got up to go and eat. She had set the table for three people, and Alonso scoffed inwardly. Taleela came out and did not even bother with the meal.

Taleela waited for Mazza outside the front porch. She was holding a big umbrella that she had borrowed from Lady Tanya. There were two rocking chairs, and she took the weight off her feet on one. She watched the rainfall, and the sound of the heavy downpour filled her ears. She could hear Mazza arguing with his grandson in the dining room, but the noise of the rain drowned out their voices.

Mazza came outside to join her after a short while. Together they were able to manage the umbrella to cross the short distance to where a car whose engine was already warming up waited.

Alonso conducted businesses from his bedroom. His secretary had called, and he had instructed her on what she should do. Vladimir called to inform him that the Makarov family planned retaliation for the guns and money.

The critical component to ending the retaliation process would be to take out their Mafia boss. That way, whoever stepped up as the new boss will not be so easily inclined to continue a war they did not start. One thing that still surprised Alonso was Don’s ability to keep his children secret. Another call came in right after he finished speaking with Vladimir.

“Yes, Bianco?” Alonso said into his phone.

“Boss, I’m at the poolside. Can you please meet me there? We have a situation.”

“What kind of situation is it?”

“A man is claiming to be one of Callisto Beaumont’s boys, and he wants to see you, but he refuses to give up his name.”

“Alright.”

Alonso came outside. The ground was still wet from the rainfall, but a little sunshine started to warm the air. Alonso’s eyes widened surprisingly when he saw Bianco apprehensively holding a gun to the head of Omega Juno. Alonso, with the wave of his left hand, signaled Bianco to lower his weapon.

“Juno, you have a lot of guts coming in here,” Alonso said tersely as he sat down.

“Callisto is on the verge of murdering me because I made a mistake,” Juno said. “Please, I would do anything for you if you could offer me some money.”

Alonso’s laughter caused the man to wonder.

“Juno, I don’t see how I can help you out,” Alonso let out. “But what was your mistake?”

“I cheated Callisto on a business deal. It more like I borrowed the money to sort out my own needs. I felt guilty and decided to confess my crime because eventually, I knew one way or another he would replace out. I was left with two choices, to pay back in cash or with my life. I have no one else who I know can lend me such money, please.”

Alonso’s jaw ticked, and he sighed. “How much money are we talking about here?”

“The deal was for two million dollars, and I was supposed to take five hundred thousand.”

“So you expect me just generously to offer you two million dollars?”

“I will work for you for life,” Juno said.

Bianco gave his boss a disapproving nod. However, Alonso considered for a minute that Juno could be an asset if he were telling the truth. There were different levels to replace out if his story were true. It was called backpedaling. Everything he said will run through the pedals to check if, indeed, his report was consistent.

First, he would check out the deal that Juno claimed was made. Then he would call Callisto Beaumont to inform him that he had Juno and would like to settle the beef by paying off Juno’s debt.

“Alright, I will help you but know this and know peace. Anyone who comes to me with squeamish intentionality towards me always ends up dying gruesomely.”

Omega Juno thanked Don Alonso profusely. He thanked Bianco too and swore on his life to remain loyal to them. He was asked to go and come back in three days. Bianco looked towards the sky as if to question because he could only question the moon goddess.

“Boss,” Bianco called. “I don’t trust this Juno guy one bit.”

“Bianco, my dear friend, trust is a fickle thing. You don’t need trust to give men the benefit of the doubt, and you need confidence. I’m confident I have what it takes to mitigate the situation if things go wrong.”

Bianco reasoned the words and nodded approvingly. He calmed down to some extent.

Bianco followed his boss to the gym section, and they began to exercise together. They both had their records, but that of Alonso’s superseded his. They discussed as they did their work out a few more things. Alonso said that Juno might come in handy when the time came to kill Don Ivan Makarov.