Alpha's

Sweet Chase

Gabriella looked at Tony. She knew he was good looking, it was one of the reasons the seasoned girls disliked her so much. Tony was a very strict boss but apparently, he was gentle compared to the other Club Bosses.

His beard was just past the five o'clock shadow stage and if he wasn't holding her hostage and she didn't have a massive crush on her future Alpha she could see how being with Tony was the right thing. The thought of him doing anything s****l with her creeped her out. The other girls asked questions sometimes like how "big" he was and she had to fight the look of disgust on her face.

Considering he was somewhere in the region on 6' 5" and had proportional just about everything she always murmured that he had everything in proportion to his hands and feet. When the girls' eyes widened and asked if it hurt she'd laugh and tell them that she had the best sleep when Tony was around. Gaby was honestly telling the truth; since being kidn*pped her sleep was best when Tony was next to her. 

Tony acted as if they were in a relationship whenever they were out of the penthouse suite. Since the raids, they'd moved to a new complex of apartments. The building was modern and looked like where you'd find the rich living it up. The apartments were spacious and already furnished.

In addition to hostessing at them club, Gabriella also made sure the girls had food, toiletries and that their "wages" were taken care of. It was funny how a lot of the girls had become accustomed to the lifestyle. Some of them were tipsy most of the day to get through it and others discovered their inner freak.

"The way I see it, we're helping these girls discover their inner goddess. Coaxing it out. The nymphos end up on the street or in our escort house. They were born for it." Her handler said shrugging as a group of girls walked out of their apartments in skinny jeans and daring tank tops.

Gaby looked at the girls and they were laughing and talking. It appeared as if they were not here by force. She knew better, each girl had a tracker and a "special" piece of jewelry that if they went out of range the tracker went off and they received an unpleasant jolt to their system which would repeat until they were immobilized or if they came back would lessen as they got closer to the club or their apartments.

Tony's girls had fewer physical guards than some of the other girls and lived in better conditions than other girls. Gaby laughed bitterly at the irony. The prison was beautiful. 

When Tony took her to the mall she could see the envy in the eyes of other women. It broke her heart that all they could see were her designer outfit, the latest phone, flawless makeup, and beautifully done hair. When she and Tony went out they always had a small security detail just in case there was trouble. 

Her handler still brought in new girls here and there but he was pretty much her personal bodyguard and he did it as if his life depended on it. It was a weird world but as much as it appalled her she adjusted easily to the facade. For the first time in her life, she was the queen bee. Everyone did what she said and she had serious power behind her.

At first, Gaby had been hesitant until one day in a fight she had screamed at Tony telling him how hard it was running the seasoned girls because Bella was undermining her. He had nodded and told her that if anyone gave her trouble she should tell him. She had shrugged it off until she heard that Bella had been traded for another girl at another club.

At first, it hadn't bothered Gaby and the new girl had been ecstatic at being under Tony's care. The new girl was a chance recruit. She'd found herself in a room with twenty other girls and had been offered the stripper gig and slightly better living conditions. She'd grabbed the opportunity.

When she moved into the complex with Tony's girls she had cried. The other girls had listened enraptured at the horrors of being under the other Club Boss. Then the new girl had let it slip that she'd been traded because Tony had requested it. 

"What do you mean Tony asked for it?"

The new girl shrugged. "Boss said that Bella was f*****g with Tony's favorite and that because I wasn't making that much in takings he would discipline Bella but rake in more profits because she's better than me. He knew the deal was better for him so he took it."

"How do you know this?" One of the seasoned chance recruits asked.

"My handler asked why he had to give me up. Boss told him that Bella would be a better f**k than me if that was what he was worried about. It's not like I am important enough for them to not talk about it in front of me. It wouldn't have changed anything anyway."

"Oh my God, your handler was your boyfriend?' One of Tony's chance recruits asked in horror.

The new girl shook her head no. "How do you get your handler to be nice to you? This is the flesh trade."

"Oh my God, I'm never disobeying Tony. I hate doing this but Tony would f**k my handler up for r****g me." One chance recruit swore when she realized how lucky they were.

It was a stated rule. "Don't sample the merchandise". Tony was very strict about it. Anyone caught breaking the rule without permission was heavily disciplined. Generally Tony didn't damage the merchandise because he said healthy, pretty, unbroken girls made more money. The exception was when the girls stepped out of line. 

Gaby had learned that the hard way. The first few weeks were always the hardest. Once you learned that you had no choice and you weren't going anywhere it wasn't so bad. That was what most of the chance recruits said.

Gaby hated the term "chance recruit". It made it sound like the girls had a choice and that they had been persuaded to join the team. It really meant that the girl had been seen and kidn*pped and was now part of the "team".

Sometimes Gabriella forgot that she was 16. In a lot of ways, the pettiness of the Club girls reminded her of her own pack where looks and money ruled the general behavior. It made her wonder what kind of Alpha Jerome would be because he was not into looks and money. He was definitely not an entitled alpha like the ones she'd met at the Clubs. 

She'd managed to run the girls without too much trouble now that Bella was out of the way. It was rumored that Bella was begging to come back under Tony's care. Gaby wasn't willing to trade one of her girls for the mean, seasoned chance recruit. 

Sighing, she looked at her phone. She looked at picture Pieter had sent her of him and Jerome after a workout. She wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth mentally and sighed. 

She shook her head. She needed to find her mate fast. Her mind kept going back to the extra lap dance she'd given Jerome. She knew it was wrong to do what she had done to the unmated future alpha.

His arousal had been an aphrodisiac for her and she'd gone out of her way to tempt the wolf. There was a satisfaction that she'd gotten out of it. When she had finished she was proud of the fact that her scent would be all over him for a few days.

Gaby groaned mentally. It was the stupidest thing to do because she already had his scent due to having his mark as an alpha but she'd dropped to petty so that all the other femmes did not touch him. She couldn't understand where the pettiness had come from but she stopped fighting it when his mental barriers had broken and she'd been able to see how he wanted to do s****l things with her. 

That had been bittersweet because she knew the rules. He had even more restrictions as an Alpha and a Warrior of the Council of Councils. It was frowned upon losing your virginity before 18 because one should really only have s*x with your mate. 

After 20, the general consensus was that at least you were an adult and while it was still not okay at least you tried finding your mate for 2 years. It was worse for girls than boys. Somehow boys were allowed to do it as long as they were discreet which really upset Gaby because girls had to stay pure.

A lot of girls went against this as a silent rebellion and most mates understood. Gaby hoped her mate would understand that her hormones had controlled her with the future Bluemoon Pack Alpha. She'd toned it down when she saw that Pieter was not immune to Jerome's mental break in restrain but she was sure that he was scarred for life which she regretted. 

She looked at the clock opposite the dining room table in the new penthouse suite. She needed to get ready. Tony would send her handler or Dean in to pick her up so she should get ready. 

She was so glad she had all three of her routines for this week done and none of the big bosses were coming through for an inspection. When they came around she'd been lucky enough to either be handling the girls or Pieter or Jerome who somehow always knew which club she was at. She tried not to be delusional about it because she knew she wasn't the only girl from her pack who was caught up in this.

But at the same time, she felt a little special. At one point she worried that maybe Pieter was her mate because she got along with him and they didn't have the tension. Her face flamed up in embarrassment, that would be so awkward.

Pieter was handsome, and when she was younger she totally had had a crush on him. He was kind, gentle and also not image-conscious. He'd been the first one to tell people to stop picking on her which is probably why she liked him so much. Then he went to College and Jerome had come back...

Her phone vibrated. It was a text from Tony. Stay at home. Boss Alexandr is coming through. Don't open the door for anyone. Dress in my t-shirt, boxers, and shorts. 

Gaby didn't fully understand what he meant but she went into his closet and pulled out one of her favorite shirts. She found a pair of boxer briefs and grimaced then found a pair of looser boxers and basketball shorts. 

She quickly showered using his shampoo, body wash, and lotion. She put on her bra and then his boxer briefs, boxers and the basketball shorts. She looked at herself in the mirror and laughed. She picked up her phone and deleted the message from Tony on a whim.

As she pulled on his t-shirt there was a knock on the door. Tony didn't knock on their bedroom door. She ignored it and turned on the music app on her phone and turned up the volume as the Bluetooth speaker picked up her phone. 

She started dancing. The door opened a c***k. She ignored it. 

Tony walked in relieved. A pair of hands clapped. Gaby stopped and looked at the door. A really good looking dark-haired man with green eyes stood clapping. She stepped behind Tony. 

The man arched a brow. Gaby dropped her head and rested it on Tony's shoulders. She gave silent thanks that he was taller than her. 

"She's gorgeous Tony. Those legs...she looks delicious. I'd say she smells tasty too but you've got her soaked in your scent, which in itself means a lot." 

Tony smiled carelessly, "Thanks, Boss. I have excellent taste."

"What's your last name, girl?" 

Tony laughed, "Obviously it's Hemingford, Boss, I'm keeping this s**t in the family. I told you that when I get a hostess she'll be mine and no one else's. I don't need people messing with my business. Family knows the deal and they know better than to mess with the breadwinner."

"Let her come to me." The boss coaxed. 

Tony frowned. "Boss, I've got no ambitions, which is why I am where I'm at. This ain't business."

"Come here, Diamond. Let me see you up close." The dark-haired man soothed.

Gaby felt her feet freeze. "I can't go against, Tony, I'm sorry."

The man laughed loudly, "You're as good as you said you would be Tony. You're the softest of my Capos but your girls work the hardest and you make me more money than my most vicious...Since Diamond joined the family, you've grossed even more. I actually make enough legitimate money to cover my family business. "

Tony shrugged. "I'm a simple man boss. I don't ask for much."

"Except for luxury accommodation for your girls and gadgets." 

Tony laughed. It wasn't a kind laugh. Gaby knew that if this guy wasn't careful he would get hurt, boss or not. 

"I will admit that the properties have assisted me in cleaning more and masking more." The boss hastened to say. "Let the girl come to me."

Tony scowled, "No, thank you. The last girl you had a look at came back to me damaged, and I had to kill her to take her out of her misery because she cost me more than I was making out of her. Diamond is making you money. I don't let anyone handle the assets, you know that boss."

"And yet, she sleeps in your bed, wears your clothes and reeks of you from every single pore. If I was human I'd buy the 'don't-care-bullshit'. She's not the flavour of the week."

"If you don't mind boss, I have money to make and a club's revenue to rescucitate. With the raids I have a bit more to cover than usual. I'm not going to be cut slack just because you paid a house visit, Mr Maltsev."

"Oh why so formal, Tony?" He grinned. "Call me Alex, Diamond." Mr Maltsev addressed Gaby. "I'm really looking forward to meeting you in person. I'm sure you can explain what kinky arrangement you've got going on over here, seeing as that Tony isn't so obliging."

"I'm here for a job boss. As long as the personal s**t makes you money, it's not up for discussion. You told me that yourself." Tony mused. "As you know, I have excellent taste that I use to protect business interests and make you more money. That's what you hired me for and that's why I am here."

"Make sure you take care of Wilder and his crew. They've lost us enough already. You're going to have to give me an additional 20% this week to cover the losses. Don't let me down."

"Of course, Mr. Maltsev. Now, if you'll excuse us, we have a club to run." Tony pointed at the door. 

Alexandr Malstev nodded. He knew that he had put Tony in a hard spot. He also knew that Tony had his suite rigged so that if your biometrics didn't pass, it would be physically unpleasant. 

Tony was his most independent capo but also his most productive. He could be so much more but he insisted on being an underboss and running clubs and making the legitimate businesses lucrative. With the current investiagtions that had already saved his ass more than twice.

Alexandr knew that Tony knew that. They both knew that if Tony decided to screw Alexandr over he had way more to lose than Tony. He wanted the girl and he had no legitimate reason to prise her from Tony especially if she was part of Tony's money making machine. 

The last time Alexandr had messed with Tony's hostess in order to get more leverage out of Tony he'd suffered losses that in the end only Tony could fix. He thought it was funny that Tony had the one thing Wilder wanted and kept taunting Wilder with it. Wilder kept up the chase but failed to get the girl and that made Alexandr happy.