The Mafia Lord's Vengeance

KAYDEN "The Chief Executive Officer of Lomax Pharmaceuticals, Mrs. Lorde Amax has been arrested by the Federal Bureau of Investigation. The team, this afternoon, arrested the multinational business woman just after her usual weekend shopping. She had been accused of cooking and distributing illegal drugs under the guise of her… "I turned down the volume of my stereo. Another one down, I sighed disappointedly. I had done business with Mrs. Amax in times past and she had shown what a great business woman she was. She was thorough and there was no way the FBI would have had evidence on her if an insider did not rat her out. It has been fifteen minutes and the delivery guy has not shown up yet. What was taking so long? I tapped my steering wheel repeatedly, something I always did if things weren't going my way, as my eyes darted around. "I swear if Omas is f*****g with me, he would not live to see tomorrow," I growled, already scrolling for his contact info on my phone. I had wanted to tap on the call icon when I heard a knock on my window. I looked to find a boy in a helmet motioning that I roll the glass down. Quickly scanning my environment again to be sure this was not a set up, I obliged when I was satisfied. "You Alpha?" He asked. "Who is asking?" I asked in return, my hand reaching for my gun tucked under the front passenger seat. He raised the package wrapped in white paper and shook it. "Omar sent me." "Do not shake it," I said in a low voice. He must be a newbie and I knew this because I had been in this game nearly all my life. He was not supposed to reveal the package until he was sure I was the recipient. He was never supposed to shake a package. What if it was flammable? And he looked so relaxed. People like us were always supposed to be on guard. "Forgive me," he apologized and handed the package over. "This must be pretty important for you to come get it yourself, sir." I face palmed mentally. I had not yet confirmed I was the recipient and here he was handing this to me. What if I was FBI? Or an opposition? considering that things were tense now because of a big slip up, I would have imagined that Omar would be smarter than sending a newbie. I grabbed the package out of his grip. "Tell Omar not to send me babies ever again. Now, scoot." I told the newbie off. Look at him, trying to make small talk. I scoffed as I watched him walk away. I scanned the parking lot one more time, before texting Omar that I had received the package, just in case the newbie proved to be incompetent again. "What do you think of him" Omar asked the moment I picked his call and my eyes rolled on reflex. The nerve of him calling to ask me how much of a failure he had sent. "I would have thought that knowing the situation of things, you would send some smarter person, this guy could have gotten us caught" I scolded. I trusted Omar with a lot of my matters, there was no hiding anything from him. "Then he did well, those people are looking for pros. I needed someone who could pull of dumb and natural under such tight security and tension and judging by your reaction, I'm guessing he did well." he explained and a low chuckle reverberated from my chest. "That was smart. We would talk better once I'm out of here" I promised and ended the call. I had dropped my phone to start my car when I heard the back door open. Had they caught up with me? Immediately, I touched my gun but paused. Orange blossom based perfume scented the interior of my car, before I saw, from the rearview mirror, a tall elegant lady made herself comfortable in the backseat. She wore a white chiffon top and black jean pants. Her auburn hair was in a bun and her oval face looked serene, yet exhausted. "Ten Lakers Avenue. Let's go," She said while resting my purse and shopping bag on the seat. She sighed in relief. I contemplated for a while before igniting the engine and eased the vehicle out of its parked spot. I watched her while guiding the car. She closed her eyes and plugged in her ear buds. I could trust my sense of judgment and I knew she was absolutely harmless, just tired. "Damn it," she cursed silently. I wondered what troubled her. But then she smiled and I guessed it was from the music from her buds filling her senses. I was never interested in music, yet I found myself wanting to know what she was listening to that brought her that peace. She seemed to be more relaxed and her lingering scent teased my nostrils. I wondered how she could just get into any car and get comfortable. For all she knew, I could be a kidnapper, a r****t or even a serial killer. I imagined the fear she would feel when she hears I have a gun tucked away. I did not know I was staring until she peeled her eyes open, and wide brown eyes met my blue ones in the mirror. "Can I hel…?" She was about to ask but her ringing cellphone interrupted. She redirected her gaze to her phone's screen and beamed at the caller ID displayed on it. "Hey, babe. Stepping out of the shopping complex, I walked to a black sleek sedan, which I assumed was a taxi and got in. Now watching the sedan drive away, with the beautiful man that had managed to capture my heart in a few minutes. Damn! He was gorgeous, my subconscious growls at me. He had the perfect set of blue eyes I had ever seen. That nice baritone too…Lord have mercy. Why did one person have all the nicest features? And yes, my limbs just had to embarrass me but I was ever glad to sit and mope at him all day. I stood transfixed, until his sedan was no longer in view. This has got to be the craziest thing to ever happen to me. My legs finally snapped out of its reverie and walked me into the building. I could not wait to tell my best friends all about it; all about the beautiful not-a-taxi driver. Climbing the short flight of stairs, I walked the hallway to my door. Grabbing my keys from my bag, I let myself in. "I'm home," I sing-sung, pulling my feet out of my flats. I tucked the pair into a compartment of the tall wooden shoe rack by the entrance. "Valerie," I heard her voice before I saw Stella. She walked up to me and punched me in my arm. I held my arm, faking hurt. "Ouch! Stella!" I eyed her. "Not the welcome I expected. But I understand you are a spoiled brat." Cole appeared from the kitchen with a glass of water he handed to me and took my bags. I smiled sweetly at him. "Thank you." Then I frowned at Stella. "Now, this is how you welcome someone, child." She scowled at me while I drank. Cole took the glass from me and went to return it, with the bags. I moved towards the couch, with Stella following closely. We shared one couch. "You just love to make me look like the most unserious student, Val. What were you still doing in school?" She badgered. "I needed to stay back in school and do some more research for the continuous assessment presentation tomorrow." I explained and she rolled her eyes. "Right. And come home when my corpse is rotting away. All because you decided to starve me," she quipped. "She had been whining all afternoon," Cole reappeared, shaking his head and suppressing a smile. He sat on a single sofa. I laughed. "Tell me about it. There I was thinking she called to check up on me." "I honestly thought you had died on the road. Just called to confirm." Stella divulged. "You don't say. I guess I am only important to you for food." I kissed my teeth. "Yes, if there is no food in the world and you are the only one left, I would eat you," she quickly added. Wow. My best friend was indeed a terrible person, nevertheless amazing. She had a way of making me feel better, even on my worst days, like when she called during my ride. Fuck! My ride. I had almost forgotten. My mind immediately raced to the kind stranger. "What is with that expression on your face?" Cole asked, pulling me out of my reverie. I beamed even broader. "I met someone today…" Then I went on to recount the short time with the stranger. Stella squealed and hung by my every word. She had even forgotten about food. "You should even be more terrified he knows where you live," Cole spoke up once I was done. "He could be a psychopath." "He is not." I defended. "And how can you be so sure?" He retorted. "You are just jealous you have not met someone who you feel attracted to on the first day," Stella jabbed at him. Cole stood. "I can't believe you two." My eyes followed him until he was out of the living room. "What is his problem?" I asked Stella. My best friend waved him off. "He would be fine. So this stranger, when would you see him again?" She asked and I wondered the same too. Would I ever see him again?