My Alpha CEO is a Mafia Lord

Episode 2

I've never had to fight for my life. Especially, not against the man I once loved and now despised with all my heart. It was a scary and new feeling. My hands were shaking, and I felt sick to my stomach.

I had always believed that monsters existed inside the closet. Where little kids would cover their faces and be afraid to look. That was all they were, right? Pure fiction, a fragment of dark imagination. I used to laugh at those stories. Now, I wasn't laughing anymore. The world suddenly seemed much scarier and darker than I ever thought possible.

But Milo. I knew Milo. I hated him, he hated me. Yet our rivalry had never etched towards him wanting to kill me. Or being chased around in a forest by a man who looked more a beast than a human. I already thought of him as a monster because of the man I saw him brutally murder. The memory of that moment kept flashing in my mind. The sound of the machete, the smell of blood, the look in Milo's eyes - it was all too much.

This was some next level s**t. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. It felt like a bad dream, but I couldn't wake up.

He was a monster. Milo was a monster! I kept repeating to myself. My eyes were wide and my heart was beating out of my chest. I could hear it pounding in my ears. When he came to grab me, swinging me off the ground and lifting me like I weighed nothing, I knew I had to fight. I couldn't let him take me back. He would kill me. I knew all his secrets now. The thought made me even more scared.

"Let me go Milo, please." My voice sounded weak and scared, even to my own ears.

I thrashed and kicked my feet in the air but he still kept walking. I was starting to wonder whether he was a robot too. His grip was so strong, it hurt my arms where he held me.

"I didn't mean for you to find out, Olivia," he spoke in a low tone. His voice sent shivers down my spine.

"What... what are you?" I asked, almost not wanting to know the answer.

"A werewolf Alpha. And you are my mate." His words were calm, as if he was telling me the weather.

The words caused me more confusion. But it was cut short when I heard the rumble of a car engine a little distance from there. Hope flared in my chest. Maybe someone could help me!

"Help! Help me! Someone help!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. My throat hurt from screaming so loud.

I couldn't get myself off him. His grip on my body was warm, yet deadly. Suddenly, a siren rang through the vicinity. We both paused, and Milo turned to look. We were just outside the big gates of Milo's property when the Sheriff's car pulled up. I let out a sigh of relief. Finally, help was here. I felt a little safer seeing the police car.

Milo set me down on my feet, yet, remaining with his fingers around my wrist tightly. I didn't care now. The police were here. They would help me, right?

The sheriff stepped out of his car, no emotion on his face as he approached us. He looked calm and professional. I hoped he would see how scared I was.

"Evening, folks. We received a 9-1-1 call traced to this location. Is everything alright here?" The sheriff's voice was deep and steady.

"No!" I burst out, my voice cracking. "Please, you have to help me. He kidn*pped me!" I was almost crying now, desperate for help.

The sheriff's eyes widened slightly, but he didn't move to help me. Instead, he looked at Milo, waiting for an explanation. Why wasn't he doing anything? I felt panic rising in my chest.

I rushed to fill the silence. "I saw him kill someone with a machete. Also, he turns into this monster werewolf thing. He's dangerous! Please, you have to arrest him!" I knew how crazy I sounded, but it was all true.

My words hung in the air for a long, tense moment. The sheriff was quiet, his gaze moving between Milo and me. There were no reactions on his face. It frustrated me. He wasn't moving, he wasn't springing into action like they always did in movies. Then, to my horror, he shared a look with Milo that made my blood run cold. Something was very wrong here.

"Everything okay, boss?" the sheriff asked, his tone casual, as if we were discussing the weather. Boss? Did he just call Milo 'boss'?

Milo shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "Of course. I was just having a word with my mate." He sounded so calm and normal. It made me feel crazy.

Mate. There was that word again. What did it mean? Why did he keep using it? I felt so confused and scared.

The sheriff's face broke into a grin. "Happy to know you finally found her, Alpha. Your wolf must be incredibly happy." He sounded like he was congratulating Milo on winning a prize.

"Very," Milo replied, his grip on my hand tightening. I winced at the pain.

I stood there, frozen in disbelief. This couldn't be happening. The sheriff was supposed to help me, not... whatever this was. I felt like I was in a bad movie.

"Well, you two have a nice day," the sheriff said, tipping his hat. He turned and walked back to his car as if nothing was wrong. As if I wasn't standing there, clearly scared and asking for help.

"Wait!" I cried out. "Please, don't leave me here!" My voice was high and panicky.

But the sheriff didn't even look back. He got into his car and drove away, leaving me alone with Milo once more. I watched the car disappear down the road, taking my last hope with it.

I stared after the retreating police car, my mind reeling. What had just happened? Why hadn't the sheriff helped me? And what was all that talk about wolves? Nothing made sense anymore.

Before I could process any of it, Milo moved. In one swift motion, he bent down and lifted me over his shoulder like I was a child. I felt so helpless and small.

"Put me down!" I shrieked, pounding my fists against his back. "You can't do this!" But my hits seemed to have no effect on him at all.

"You belong to me now, Olivia," Milo spoke effortlessly. "You're my mate, and I can't let you go." His statement gave me chills. The way he said it, like it was a simple fact, scared me even more. He just started walking, carrying me towards the compound. The gates were opened for us. I kicked and squirmed, but it was like hitting a brick wall. He didn't even flinch.

Tears of frustration and fear ran down my face as I continued to struggle. "I hate you!" I sobbed. "You're a monster!" I meant every word. I had never hated anyone as much as I hated Milo right now.

Still, Milo said nothing. The steady rhythm of his footsteps was the only sound besides my cries. He walked like he was just carrying a bag of groceries, not a person fighting to get free.

As we passed by a fountain, I heard voices. I lifted my head, trying to see through my tears. There was a group of people gathered near some parked cars, talking in low, urgent tones. Each person had an armed bodyguard nearby. It looked like some kind of important meeting.

My eyes widened as I recognized one of the figures. "Mom?" I couldn't believe what I was seeing. What was my mother doing here?