Alpha boys Academy

CHAPTER 11

SISSY'S PRIVATE JET^*^

Sissy was settled into the Bliss comfort of a cream-colored leather seat of her private jet, surrounded by the epitome of luxury.

The soft glow of the cabin's ambient lighting highlighted her poised elegance.

She is putting on a stunning white suit, tailored to perfection, accentuating her slender yet athletic physique.

The fine fabric hugged her curves, showcasing her refined taste. A crisp, white blouse complemented the suit, its subtle sheen catching the light.

Her raven-black hair was swept up into a high ponytail, revealing her heart-shaped face and sharp jawline.

A few stray strands framed her features, adding a touch of softness to her polished look.

As the jet soared through the sky, Sissy gazed out the window, mesmerized by the breathtaking view.

The azure expanse stretched before her, meeting the horizon at a perfect curve. Wispy clouds drifted lazily, their shadows dancing across the landscape below.

A champagne flute gleamed in her hand, filled with a crisp, golden vintage. She sipped slowly, savoring the taste as the bubbles tickled her nose.

The jet's smooth flight and gentle hum created a sense of serenity, enveloping Sissy in a cocoon of tranquility.

Her eyes sparkled with delight as she watched the sun's rays dance across the clouds, casting a kaleidoscope of colors.

With each sip, Sissy felt her worries fade, her senses heightened by the rarefied atmosphere.

The cabin's warm, inviting aroma – a subtle blend of leather, fine wood, and exotic spices – enveloped her, further enhancing the sense of indulgence.

Sissy's private jet was her sanctuary, a symbol of her success and independence. Within its luxurious confines, she was free to unwind, letting her guard down as she soared above the world.

Zelda should be careful, there's something some people don't get about her.

She's called the little demon of Australia for a reason, she has her eyes on Zelda.

She knows Zelda will never do such a thing to Skylar not when Skylar is still the reason she is still alive and breathing.

She leaned back, her head resting against the seat, and closed her eyes, letting the gentle thrum of the engines lull her into a state of deep relaxation.

It seems madam Python is still alive and healthy, she thought that b***h had died in the plane crash which she caused with her own hands.

As the jet banked gently, Sissy's eyes fluttered open, and her eyes darkened with hatred as the past came falling in.

As her gazed shift towards the window, her thoughts drifted to the past, memories which was long buried beneath her polished facade. And the fake smile which always sits on her face.

Her mind drove back to her 18th birthday, the day her world shattered in a million pieces.

She recalled sitting in her spacious bedroom with tiny Skylar beside her, surrounded by balloons and unopened gifts.

But The phone suddenly rang, piercing the celebratory atmosphere, Her heart still remembered the racing beat as she answered the call.

" Sissy, this is Uncle Lucas " the voice on the other end said, his tone laced with gravity.

A chill ran down her spine, he didn't sound cheerful as usual. " What's wrong? "

"Your parents... sissy, .....I...don't...know...

But it seems like they're gone, Sissy. I'm so sorry, kiddo "

The words sliced through her like a knife.

"No...no, what.....are...you... Uncle... that's impossible... they're taking a flight and coming to me, it is my birthday today!" she screamed, falling back onto the bed. With her chest rising and falling rapidly.

Uncle Lucas's voice faded into the background as Sissy's world crumbled, she turned towards little Skylar who was smiling sweetly at her and her heart bleed.

" It can't be!!!!!!!!!!!! MOMMMM!!!!!!!! " She burst into tears and started crying heavily, she's just seventeen going eighteen.

How's she going to take care of her little sister, her gaze shifted to Skylar who was still smiling at her.

" Don't cry, Chichi. Mom's on the way and she's surely going to bring candy, I love candy!! " Little Skylar said and sissy smiled, wiped her tears and hugged Skylar tightly.

She's not going to let anybody take her little cat away from her, she'll protect Skylar with her life and will die doing just that.

Her parents' laughter, their warm embraces, and whispered promises, Her mother's perfume, her father's strong hands.

She's never going to be held inside her father's warm arms again, her mom's sweet voice will always remain a memory.

She's never going to hear her mother sing again, those who were involved in their death must meet their own end!!!

Tears streamed down her face as everything kept replaying in her head.

The investigation that followed after their death was a brutal truth:

Their parents were influential business leaders, after their death,The empire they built on power and wealth, was dismantled.

The life of her and her sister was forever altered, The pain still lingered, a constant ache.

But she refused to let it define her or anything like that. She's sissy the little demon of Australia, queen of Mafias and controller of the multi gangs.

She will find the last killer and destroy his whole existence, clash his world and make him cry in so much pain and agony!!!!!

The jet's engines roaring wildly through the clouds, snapped her back to the present.

Her gaze shifted to the window, the clouds now tinged with memories.

Another single tear escaped her eyes, rolling down her cheek, She wiped it away, her expression composed once more.

The past would not control her.

Her eyes narrowed, her jaw set. She would continue to soar, above the pain, above the fear.

She will live for Skylar, for the memories of her parents and for the family's legacy.....

* THE S.T COOPERATION *"*

In an office exuding power and intimidating aura, a reflection of its occupant's formidable reputation.

Located on the top floor of a sleek, modern skyscraper, the room commanded a panoramic view of the city's skyline.

Dark, rich wood paneling adorned the walls, complemented by polished black marble flooring.

The air was thick with the scent of expensive leather and cigar smoke.

Behind the massive, mahogany desk sat the man known as 'The Devil of Australia' – MALIK SALVATORE.

His aura is unmistakable, radiating an unyielding authority that made even the bravest souls tremble.

Malik's imposing figure dominated the space, His broad shoulders and chiseled physique strained against a tailored, charcoal-gray suit that seemed almost too small for his powerful frame.

A crisp, white shirt accentuated his bronzed complexion, while a slim, black tie added a touch of sophistication.

His eyes, piercing and unforgiving, burned with an inner fire, as if the very depths of hell had been unleashed upon the world.

Those eyes had witnessed countless battles, vicious deaths, orchestrated ruthless takeovers, and reduced opponents to ashes.

His sharp jawline and prominent cheekbones framed his rugged features, etched from years of calculated cunning and unyielding ambition.

His dark hair was slicked backwards, revealing a prominent widow's peak, a distinguishing mark that seemed to intensify his aura of authority.

On the desk, a simple, platinum-plated nameplate read ‘ MALIK SALVATORE ’ in bold, serif letters.

The only other adornments were a sleek, silver pen holder and a framed photograph of a stunning woman with piercing green eyes.

The room's centerpiece, however, was Malik himself – the ruthless Mafia lord who had built an empire through bloodshed, sweat, and ruthlessness.

His presence seemed to darken the air around him, casting a shadow that stretched far beyond the office walls.

In this lair, Malik Salvatore held Court, his word law, his wrath feared, and his respect demanding.

He ran his fingers through his hair, loosened his tie and leaned into the chair leather and shut his eyes.

Being the demon of Australia doesn't mean he doesn't work, he owes the well known T.S corporation which creates weapons and bombs.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and his loyal bodyguard, Marco, strode in.

Marco's imposing frame and chiseled features commanded attention, his eyes scanning the room before settling on malik.

He bowed his head in respect with his hands locked behind him.

" Boss " Marco said, his deep voice low and urgent. " We've received intel on the Little Demon of Italy "

Damon's gaze snapped up, his eyes locking onto Marco's. A flicker of delight sparked within their depths.

" Continue " Malik commanded, his voice dark and unfriendly.

Marco approached the desk, his movements fluid. " Our sources confirm she's been tracking you, Boss. She's been leaving a trail of bodies in her wake, asking questions "

Malik's expression remained impassive, but a hint of intrigue crept into his voice. "What makes her think I'm interested?"

Marco hesitated before responding, "Rumors suggest she's seeking revenge for her family's downfall. She believes you're responsible."

Damon's eyes narrowed, his mind raking through his past, He has many enemies, why would he care about this one. But this is sissy, The Little Demon of Italy notorious for her cunning and ruthlessness. If she was indeed hunting him, the stakes were higher than ever.

He doesn't really remember anything with her, wait!!!_ he doesn't really remember but the little demon looks very familiar.

" Find out more " Malik ordered, his voice dripping with menace. " I want to know her every move, every thought. Bring me her head on a platter "

Marco nodded, his face set in a determined expression. "Consider it done, Boss."

Immediately Marco exited, Malik's gaze returned to the paperwork, but his mind was already consumed by that Little Demon.

A new challenge had emerged, one that would require all his cunning and resources.

The game had begun. The rain of blood is drawing closer!!!!!!!!!!!

~ A WEEK LATER ~

~ SKYLAR'S ROOM ~

Skylar's room was buzzing with excitement and reluctance.

Zelda could be spotted in a corner, resplendent in a fiery red dress, her eyes shining with determination.

"Come on, guys! We need a night out!" She exclaimed, her hands on her hips.

Amy and Skylar exchanged skeptical glances.

Amy lounged on the bed, surrounded by discarded outfits, while Skylar was leaning against her dresser, arms crossed and face twisted in a scowl.

"I don't know, Zelda. I'm really not in the mood," Skylar said, her voice laced with hesitation and tiredness.

"Same here," Amy chimed In with a pout. "Besides, we have an early class tomorrow morning."

Zelda's expression turned mischievous. "That's exactly why we need this! A break from everything including studies. Trust me, you'll thank me later."

Amy sighed, then suddenly sat up, a sly grin spreading across her face. "I've got just the thing."

She strode towards Skylar's wardrobe and pulled out a stunning, emerald-green dress. The fitted, sleeveless gown shimmered in the light, its daring neckline and high slit guaranteed to turn heads.

Skylar's eyes widened. "Amy, that's... WOW... My wardrobe but I never knew it was there.." Zelda rolled her eyes.

Classic Skylar!!!!!!!!!!!!

Zelda's eyes shrink. "Perfect just for Skylar, you'll be the belle of the night."

Amy chuckled. "This dress will sweep any man off his feet. In a swift."

Amy blushed while Skylar rolled her eyes with her cheeks a bit flushed.

"Okay, fine. But if I end up with a headache, I'm blaming you two." Skylar warned, pointing at Zelda and she raised her hands in defense.

" Whatever but you'll enjoy yourself "

As they dressed and giggled, the evening's promise began to unfold.

*

As the girls stepped into the pulsating nightclub, the heavy doors swung shut behind them, enveloping them in a world of thundering bass and mesmerizing lights.

Amy's nerves were evident, her eyes scanning the crowded room with a mix of excitement and apprehension.

meanwhile, Skylar looked uncomfortable, her gaze darting towards the exit.

She feels like running out and going back to her pillows, s**t!!!!! She should have come?

Zelda, on the other hand, was in her element. Her eyes sparkled like diamonds as she surrendered to the rhythm, her hips swaying to the beat.

The air vibrated with energy, the crowd lost in the throes of abandon. Strobe lights dancing across the room, casting an otherworldly glow.

Suddenly, the music halted, and an anticipatory hush fell over the crowd.

The lights dimmed, and a spotlight slices through the darkness, illuminating the entrance.

Soon a group of majestic figures emerged, their presence commanding attention.

Tall, powerful, and radiating confidence, they strode into the club as if owning the night itself.

As Their leader, Damon stood at the forefront, his piercing gaze surveying the room. His broad shoulders and chiseled features seemed chiseled from granite.

Metro, Mattie, and Jayden flanked him, each exuding an aura of unyielding strength.

The crowd parted, awestruck, as the Alpha Boys claimed the space.

Zelda's eyes locked onto metro's and her smile faltered for an instant before she regained her composure.

Why does he look a bit familiar, she knows this face somewhere!

Amy's nervousness spiked, her hand instinctively seeking Skylar's.

Okay?!!!!! She didn't expect the ÃLPHA BØYS to come to this party!!!!

Skylar's discomfort deepened, her instincts screaming caution.

What the h_ll is pretty boi doing here, it seems like he came with some minions.

The Alpha Boys' arrival had shifted tmic, injecting an air of electrifying tension.

Their grand entrance ignited the party, drawing all eyes to their magnetic presence.

Damon's piercing gaze swept the room, scanning the sea of faces until it landed on a vision in emerald green.

feisty cat!!!, a smile touched his lips as they strolled deeply into the club.

Skylar stood in the corner, flanked by Amy and Zelda, looking like a radiant gem amidst the chaos.

Damon's eyes locked onto hers, and for an instant, time froze.

Skylar's discomfort dissolved, replaced by an unexplainable sense of calmness, as if Damon's gaze had claimed her.

Amy, sensing the tension, smiled knowingly. She waved at someone across the room, a blonde girl who was the party's DJ, flashed a smile in response.

"Hey, girls! That's Eloise , an old friend of mine," Amy said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Zelda raised an eyebrow. "Old friend? Thought you didn't have any friends"

" I don't have any in school, doesn't mean I don't have outside that f**king hell call a college "

Eloise with a headset on her ears, began spinning a sultry beat, and the crowd surged forward, drawn to the music.

Damon's focus remained fixed on Skylar, his eyes burning with intensity. He navigated through the crowd with ease, his movements fluid and commanding.

Metro, Mattie, and Jayden followed, forming a protective triangle around him.

As Damon approached, Skylar's pulse quickened. Amy's nervousness now shifted to Skylar and her grip tightened around Amy's wrist.

Zelda, however, seemed unfazed, her eyes sparkling with excitement and was unaware of anything.

There's one thing she loves and that's parties, she goes crazy when she's at a party and a new her always surfaces.

"Looks like the night just got interesting," Amy whispered, her gaze darting between Damon and Skylar.

" Damon!! " Odessa's voice came amidst the pool of people in the room and Damon's eyes shifted to her.

She was clad in a paled red dress, which clinched tightly to her elegant curves.

" f**k off!!!, b_tch! " Metro sneered as they brushed past her and went to a table occupied by their gangs.

The smile on her face froze as her eyes widened in shock, she had caught Damon's gaze on that stupid countryside wh_re.

Well, it doesn't matter now. Tonight will be that bitches last night in a club or ever coming out of her sting hole.

Odessa's smile returned and she slowly walked towards the Alpha's table, she's not letting Damon out of her sight tonight.

She must taste his demon tonight!!!