Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Istare at the door of the private room after my dolce ciliegia gave me the dressing down of my life.
I haven't been this drawn to someone in a long time.
After my world was torn to pieces years ago, I gave up on ever finding love again. I had come to the conclusion that my pack would be alone for the rest of our lives.
Because I didn’t think that anyone would ever compare to her.
Until her.
Initially, I didn’t know what to think when I heard the scuffling coming from the dark alleyway last night. This area of Vadena is sketchy at the best of times.
But coming face to face with that fuckwit Gerald with that sweet girl in his arms was not on my bingo card for the night after meeting with the Angels.
It was like a red haze came over my vision.
Women getting hurt is not something I tolerate. Not in my fucking city.
I know that both my packmates Conall and Olis feel the same.
We didn’t even have to communicate verbally.
Having worked alongside both my brother and best friend since we formed our pack in high school, we don’t need to.
We automatically know what the other is thinking before we act.
Which is why Conall and Olis pulled Gerald off her while I helped to comfort the girl.
Cherry.
God, it suits her. Even though I know that isn’t her real name.
Her scent doesn’t give me anything. Her being a Beta makes it more neutral.
She looked so breakable looking up at me, cowered in fear. Something in my heart snapped when her eyes met mine.
There is only one other time that I felt that feeling.
It doesn’t make sense though. How could that Beta be mine? Alphas have always been destined to mate with Omegas. I know of many Betas that are a part of packs—having relationships with both the Alphas and Omega—but it is rare that they would form without an Omega.
Yet here I am, stalking the woman that I have quickly become obsessed with.
All it took was one look.
After she ran off on me, I followed closely behind her in the shadows, vowing to protect what I know is mine. She didn’t run for long before she entered an apartment building that has seen better days.
I don’t know how long I stood outside of the building before I eventually left before returning first thing the next morning.
Color me shocked when she finally left after making me wait all day to see her, only to follow her into The Throbbing Knot.
I couldn’t help but cringe at the thought of her in there. I know Ivan relatively well. The weasel loves sucking up to me in the hopes that I will help to further his business in the underground.
Jokes on him because I refuse to have anything to do with the skin trade. I have no issues with prostitution, as long as there is consent. Something Ivan doesn’t care about.
He wants to dip his toes in depravity.
I have heard a magnitude of whispers about the shading dealings in his club. Dealings that he knows I don’t appreciate.
As I sat in the corner of the club, nursing my whiskey on the rocks, I already made up my mind that I was going to ‘buy’ the club from Ivan. A decision that became affirmative when my angel graced me with her presence.
It was impossible to take my eyes off the way she sensually moved her body to the music. It is clear that this isn’t just a job for her.
It seems that my girl genuinely likes to dance.
I knew that I had to see more once her set ended.
Having her dance for me and me alone was like a fever dream. Having her sit on my lap as she moved against my aching cock made me feel pubescent again.
And having her put me in my place? Fuck, if that didn’t nearly take me to my knees.
I shake my head before downing the rest of my drink. It shouldn't surprise me that Ivan is rebottling cheap whiskey to make it appear expensive. It's a low-baller move, one he will answer for.
No one fucks with my whiskey.
It’s not hard to find Ivan. It doesn’t surprise me that he is surrounded by a few low-level goons that I recognise. What does is his current conversation with them.
“...I finally sold that Cherry bitch to Gerald. He has been after her for years. The stupid slut has always told me no to any of the … extracurricular activities if you know what I mean.”
He nudges one of the men next to him and they all descend into laughter.
He fucking sold her?
My hand twitches uncontrollably as It takes every ounce of willpower that I possess to not shoot him between the eyes in the middle of his friends.
Instead, I remain as level-headed as I possibly can as I walk over to the group.
“Gentlemen.”
It's impossible to control my growl as I step into the gap. Each of the men immediately stiffen before exposing their necks in submission.
I doubt they even know they are doing it. The move pleases something inside of me knowing that they know there is a predator amongst them.
“V-Victor, I d-didn’t know that y-you would be h-here tonight. I-I would have or-organized my best girls for y-you.”
Ivan stumbles over his words as he straightens and attempts to straighten his crumpled button down.
“Thank you, but it seems I have already found myself a gem. Care to take this somewhere private?” I ask, raising my eyebrow at him in a silent gesture of telling him to fuck these goons off.
“Oh yes, absolutely. Gentlemen.” He gives them a nod before holding a hand out. “Victor, please follow me.”
I struggle to hide my snort as I follow Ivan through his club and into the backrooms. I feel a slight hint of disappointment that I don’t see my dolce ciliegia again.
That’s okay though. She will be seeing a lot more of me soon.
Ivan’s office is exactly what I expected. Run down and cheap, just like the rest of the establishment.
Maybe if he spent more of his earnings on the club rather than fueling his drug and gambling addictions, this place might actually be worth something.
“How can I help you, Victor? It's a surprise to see you here,” Ivan says once he is seated at the desk that seems to be ready to fall apart.
“I am buying you out.”
Ivan’s mouth drops and he stutters over his words. I raise a single finger and he immediately shuts his mouth. Pulling out my phone, I press a few buttons before putting it away again.
At the same time, a ping sounds on Ivan’s open laptop.
“Open it,” I demand.
Ivan rushes to open the document and I watch as he reads through it.
“Sign it.”
I would laugh if I wasn’t so furious at the man before me. Ivan is a disgrace to the Alpha designation. He doesn’t fight me like the many of my brethren have done in the past.
The man before me is weak. It's a pitiful sight, watching as he shakes and signs the contract handing me over complete control over the club. Over her.
Once the document has been sent back, I pull the glock and silencer from the back of my pants. I take my time screwing it on as I stare at Ivan, transfixed on the way the sweat pours off his greasy forehead. There is a bitter resignation in his eyes that I revel in.
After letting him stew in his fate for longer than I need to, I lift the weapon and aim it between his eyes.
“It was a pleasure doing business with you.”