A Mafia To Alpha King

two yea

ck's Alpha saved a dying man who was b

completely. In showing his gratitude to the pack, the man kidnaped the Alpha's

r as leverage. If they ever tried a

was Salvatore Solana. L

ay…

ano'

, that distinct and unpleasant scent. That arises every

nk I would be used to it now. But no..... It will never

urface in my mind every time I step in here. To keep up wi

arehouse. Quickly running up to him. I straw behind him thr

omeone's head for my first kill. And the ones I had to

s to the back of my head. The type of death and pain that people go th

ause this is just the beginning. There are a dozen rooms on my way to his offic

e used to torment me when I was younger and scare t

n our family before me. For the past years, I paved the way to shredding the las

no longer h

serial

tes I know at twenty-two years old. These killings

e's torture anymore. Because after the killin

scared of whenever I was

ck and I quickly look away. I don't want to be tempted into helping her. Looking into that pain in her eyes. I am sure

yself to look away for the time being. Anything human that makes me fe

e a monster that destroys to survive in this worl

mpted by the rooms on the side. Despite that, the smell of blood

as it makes me f

can't stand them. Unfortunately, that is a b

sh and blood and some

l killer that scares

s in

that snapped a

ed for him. From what I understand, only th

a threat he has put on my family. He knows I w

ears me more than they do him. And lastly, I am the only close f

ot come easily. I learned in the most hard way tha

ill if we do not want to get killed, but

hese corridors or this torture, and

information you wanted to share…. Isn't it enough up here?... Wh

d, I would never have come here willingly. There was no way in hell. He would have

self for allowing him to take her away from me. Whe

ow myself to live through. But my uncle knows the weakness that will bri

it. And that is what he has used to make

ily for generations. And would stain the coming generati

s our

ulfill. I would die to do the impossible to fulfi

ing more. I stand still, debating whether it was

last time we met. I won't

erson supposed to conti

s he studies my face, and even without reply

y to leave. He walks in front of me and halts me as he continues speaking. “With you, there is no hope, Bul

choosing wrong! You are choosing to end up with a b

have understood that by now… No one

he would be alive today.” My uncle continues to speak

was going to leave the Mafia world. On the same d

legacy. Put an end to all the

soul, I will kee