Chapter 37 The Lupo Nero Pack
The Lupo Nero Pack
Alejandro
Ihad left her to sleep whilst I went to train. Darien had taken photos of the pup for a fake passport. I was currently with Leo, who had spent the night at headquarters.
“So, got anything?”
“Maybe,” he said, dropping his legs to the floor and clicking something on his laptop.
“As far as it goes with the Escarra name, there’s plenty of shit.
They aren’t a pack with the cleanest record in businesses, it may involve drugs and shit.
Anyhow, something else interesting did actually come up, but I don’t know if it is of any use.
” He threw a knife up in the air, catching it between his teeth before sitting forward and pulling up a few files.
“What is that?” He placed the knife into the side of his boot. How many weapons did he carry?
“The Escarras had dealings with a certain company called Lupo XII Rossi over a hundred years ago. Not sure if it rings any bells, but it’s a coincidence, ain’t it?” I frowned, bending down. I had not heard of any such company… but it was too much to be a coincidence.
“Lupo. That’s not a coincidence. “
“Yeah, the Rossis are originally from Italy, correct?”
“Yeah, obviously. It was our great-great-grandfather who moved here after his pack was destroyed or some shit.”
“So how many years ago, on estimate, would you say?”
“Over a hundred and fifty. Would you be able to find anything about that company?”
“Already did. There’s nothing in the public domain, but if you dig further and get past some security systems, you will find that it was an arms company that was actually funding the Italian Mafia or some shit.
Then, enter the Escarra Enterprise; apparently, there was a ‘dealing’, and the Escarras bought out the Lupo XII Rossi.
Then, listen to this, this all happened around one hundred and forty years back. ”
Around the time the Rossis moved to England… the fucker was smart, got to give him that. I scanned the documents, frowning.
“So something had gone down between our ancestors and the Escarras…”
“Something that made the Rossis leave Italy and set up here. I don’t get why they’re saying there’s a debt… unless…” Leo ran his fingers through his hair, sitting forward and picking up a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. “Want one?”
“Sure. Ain’t you a tad fucking young for this shit?” I asked allowing him to light my cigarette.
“Ain’t you a few years fucking late to comment on this shit?” he countered, copying my tone but sounding ten fucking times worse. Fucker.
“Bastard.” He smirked, and I narrowed my eyes. He sure fucking knew what I was thinking. He lit his own cigarette while staring at the screen. “Unless what?” I asked, glancing back at the screen.
“Unless the Rossis did something to the Escarras regarding that takeover…” He had a point. Why else would they run?
“You may be onto something. Well, your dad and Maria are going, we’ll see if they find anything from there. If this is the case, then the Rossis must have done something to have made the family remember it forever, but what exactly? Pay the debt… by the blood of the beast…”
“What else is new? The Rossis just take whatever the fuck they want, right?” His voice was cold and bitter. I sighed.
“Look, kid. I know the Rossis have done shit. The past is gone, but we can pave the future.” He shook his head.
“Nothing can change because no matter how much time passes, there’s still discrimination in every fucking aspect of life.
We say we want to be open-minded, but isn’t it the same?
Racism, homophobia, and prejudice still exist. We are no different.
We are still ranked, not only by blood but by packs.
We have the elite packs at the top, such as the Black Storm, the Night Walkers, and the Blood Moon, then we have the influential packs, the standard packs, the weak packs, and then right at the bottom, we have the Sangue Pack. Rogues. I’m right, aren’t I?”
“That’s not true, Leo. The Sangue Pack is not at-”
“It is, not because we haven’t progressed, or the fact that we aren’t strong enough, but because we are rogues.”
“Were rogues,” I corrected.
“We still are. A rogue pack, a pack of outcasts among regular packs.” He stood up and looked me in the eye.
“We won’t ever fucking agree on this, and I don’t give a shit.
Whilst you were enjoying your long night…
” He glanced at my neck pointedly, before smirking humourlessly.
“I pulled up anything I could on the Escarra and Rossi interactions. It’s all there, plus some addresses Dad can use in Puerto Rico.
So, whether the King loves it or not, I’m fucking out. ”
He tossed the memory stick he removed from his laptop at me and, snapping the laptop shut, walked out the door, smoking his cigarette. I sighed heavily. He was a smart kid… I just hated seeing the resentment within him. My phone rang, and I pulled it out of my pocket.
“Yeah?” I answered, seeing whose number it was. “I hope you have a fucking answer.”
“Oh, I do. I don’t think you will like it.”
“Try me.” Janaina sighed heavily.
“Well, to kill a djinn… you need the blood of six hundred and sixty-six virgins coating a blade made of pure iron.” I scoffed. Was she for fucking real?
“Virgins?”
“Yes, if even one isn’t a virgin, it can ruin the entire thing. We just need about a syringe worth from each, combine them, and then dip the iron blade into it.”
“That’s it?”
“It’s not so easy.”
“Sounds pretty easy to me. Now we just find virgins willing to give fucking blood.”
“They must all have hit puberty. It won’t be easy.”
“No shit, Sherlock. Finding ten virgins is fucking hard, and you’re asking me to find over six hundred.”
“You wanted answers, I found you the answers. Now listen carefully. There’s more. The price.”
“You mean the consequences of killing a djinn…”
“Yes. The cost is…” She hesitated, and I couldn’t deny I waited with bated breath for her next words…
The weight of Janaina’s words lingered in my mind.
The price to pay… well, obviously, it wasn’t going to be a fucking walk in the park, but I did hope it wouldn’t come to this shit.
Well, I’ll deal with that when the time comes. But for now, how the fuck do I find six hundred and sixty-six fucking virgins? Do I go round asking all the damn teens in the pack? Nah, I’ll come off like a fucking creep. This was fucking messed up.
I took a drag on the cigarette as I walked out of headquarters, spotting Leo leaning against the wall as two young she-wolves talked to him. He didn’t seem to mind the attention, although he wasn’t giving them his full attention, but I guess girls loved bad boys.
What are the chances he was a virgin? I could ask him, though, wouldn’t be too fucking odd. Right?
The girls saw me approaching and, bowing their heads, left quickly. Pups…
“So, are you a virgin?” The girls gasped from behind me as I looked at Leo, waiting for a reply. He gave me a withering glare, clearly pissed that I asked that. Shame, I didn’t really fucking care. That got his attention, glancing at me sharply and raising an eyebrow.
“Do I look like a virgin to you?” He asked coldly.
“Don’t know, you might be all talk or some shit. Putting on a bad boy front or something.” He looked at me as if I had grown an extra fucking head, and I didn’t fucking blame him. The conversation was weird as fuck.
“Although it’s none of your damn business, no, I’m not a virgin, but at least now I know that you were at my age.”
“I sure as fuck wasn’t.”
“Really? You seem to have been the most insecure dipshit around. Full of self-loathing?” He mocked. Fucker.
“Not that my sex life is your business-” He scoffed.
“But mine is yours? Ah, yeah, the double standards, right?” I sighed. Why did he have to do this every fucking time?
“No, actually it’s regarding the situation.
” I glanced around, making sure we were actually alone this time.
I wasn’t going to let him just carry on with that assumption.
“I need the blood of six hundred and sixty-six virgins who have hit puberty to defeat the fucker.” Leo raised an eyebrow, before snickering.
“That’s fucking crazy. Where will you find that shit? I mean, if it was just blood, you could have gone around and taken it from all the pups. But resorting to asking an almost eighteen-year-old? Yeah, you won’t have any luck.”
“I know, but I still wanted to try my luck. I had hope that one Rossi had kept it in his pants,” I grumbled. This was going to be fucking hard.
“Well, do what you’re best at, commanding others. Use your Alpha command on your pack to have all virgins step forward.” Not waiting for a reply, he walked off.
I frowned. I knew he meant it in a mocking way, but if done properly, I could use the command to make sure that they were indeed virgins… or I could ask Raihana for help. That might actually work.
I guess I needed to hit the archives and see if I could find anything about the history of when the Black Storm pack was formed.
Rafael had given me most of the archives, along with old history books and stuff.
I had just stored them. If not here, then the ones that remained at Black Storm, may have something.
Much later, I was in the archive vault. Lola, Rayhan’s Beta, was searching the archives over at his pack, but, so far, neither of us had found shit.
The sound of heels reached my ears. I didn’t need to turn or smell who it was to know it was my nympho. Her scent was strongly mixed with mine thanks to the intense night of sex. I turned as she knocked on the open door.
“Hey.” She smiled, her cheeks flushed a gorgeous pink.
“Hey.”
She was dressed in a long-sleeved fitted black dress and sheer black tights. I knew it was to hide the mess I had made. Her hair was left open, and she was wearing make-up. On her feet, she wore red heels that matched the red on her lips.
“Can I come in?”