Part 1
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The hotel was always packed on Friday nights. Mostly their infamous club underground was a hit among all the customers. That was the sole reason why most of them were attracted enough to book a stay in the hotel.
Ian visited his club on Fridays, to watch over the club from the VIP section while sipping on a glass of bourbon. It was his poison. The music blared in the background, but he did not care a bit. His sole focus was on the drink in from of him.
He had a reputation floating about his name – he's ruthless killer, notorious, possessive and gets what he wants. One of them is not valid. Even though he's a predator by nature he doesn't enjoy killing – he's never been comfortable with murdering someone without reason.
He liked to think of killing only when it's dire. In another instance, he wouldn't let someone go unpunished, always had his men treat them with a finger missing or perhaps a few broken ribs.
It was one of those days where Ian has to do everything by himself. There's something about the man he's about to confront that made his blood boil. Marcus Steele. The CEO of Steele Media. Marcus had a reputation to scandal hundreds of thousands of pounds straight from his own company and tuck in his pocket. Despite of that, he's unable to pay back Ian's debts. The hard-earned hotel money Ian lent it to him years ago, and what did he get for that? Nothing. That's why Ian had to take matters in his own hands.
Ian has his four men trailing beside him, still, standing and waiting, watching – almost like they're daring any wolf to try and cause Ian harm.
"Is he ready?" Ian whispered, pushing the glass away from his lips.
Alan, his beta hummed, "Yes. Jared is holding on to him in the room upstairs."
At that, the Alpha c****d his head to the side and flashed a smile, perfect white teeth contrasting the dark setting behind him. He stood up, feeling the sudden stretch in his legs making him aware that it's been long hours of waiting.
The mob boss turned towards his beta, "Let's see what Marcus has to say now."
Alan smirked, leading the way to the room.
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As soon as they reached the floor, Ian hummed softly, just a low sound in the back of his throat as he pushed his loose sweaty strands behind. Ian ran his tongue over his slightly-chapped lips, feeling his nose flared at the thought of seeing Marcus again.
"Alpha" Jared cleared his throat, bowing his head in a greeting.
Ian clicked his tongue, taking a few steps closer to the man, bound and held in the chair in the centre of the room.
"Long time no see Marcus."
There were only a few things in the world, Ian loathed. One of them was people betraying him. Particularly betraying him in the form of stealth and lying about it. No one should ever do that and live to tell the story. He thought that everyone was aware of that. But seeing the beta in front of him he was not so sure.
Marcus didn't seem to get the memo. Not only he took money from Ian but also lied about going bankrupt. He has been lying all these years when in reality his company shares and funds were stolen by Marcus himself.
Ian cannot stand those type of people. He was never easy on those types, the ones who stab him in the back with their knife and expect to be forgiven.
The Alpha also doesn't enjoy getting his own hands dirty, doesn't usually pull the trigger himself. But that's the joy of being the leader, isn't it? He had men, plenty of them working under him, able to do anything for him with just a snap of a finger. The terror his people have for him wasn't because of his chair, but the kind of person he turned out to be. They respect him above all and ready to jump without asking how high they have to.
"Please" Marcus whimpered.
"Tut-tut now don't you start crying, Marcus. Not after what you did" He snarled in his direction.
His voice was the only sound in the room other than Marcus harsh breathing. The other men in the room had their heads bent down, waiting for Ian's decision.
"I thought I would at least get my money back before I had to kill you." The Alpha grabbed the man's chin, twisting his head up and over to force him to look at him. Even though he was powerful enough to snap his neck, he didn't. Ian wanted to give him a chance.
"I will give it back...I promise" Marcus stuttered, visibly shaking in his chair.
Ian grinned, "Really?"
"Yes, I need some more time I promise you."
"That's the problem though, isn't it, Marcus" Ian sighed. "I already gave you way too much time. You said one year. How many years has it been?"
At his silence, Ian grabbed his neck, gripping him tightly and forcing him to look up.
"Answer me."
He choked, "Three years."
"Exactly" Ian laughed bitterly. "I already gave you two more years. So why would I give you more time?"
Marcus heavied a breath, tears falling from his eyes. Ian wasn't sure if it was genuine or another or his ploy to escape from paying him. Ian didn't want to let himself be known as someone easy to show mercy. It would only end up losing his reputation.
"I wanted to give it back. Trust me"
Ian started laughing, "Trust you? Why would I do that, when I could just kill you now?"
Marcus panicked. He started shaking his head, opening and closing his mouth like a fish.
"If you kill me you would get nothing! I know that you want the money I've taken from you. It is about the principal, yeah? Please, Alpha, you can get your money back."
Ian thought about it for a moment. He needed money for their new site. Marcus owed him a lot of money. Killing him would do nothing but just an extra pile of dead bodies in his list.
"Hmm, you're right. I do need that money back. Your life is worthless to me. So tell me how can I get my money back?"
Marcus relived a sigh he was holding. Sitting up, the beta tightly folded his hands together. There was a hesitant look on his face.
"I don't have too much time for this, Marcus" Ian warned.
"Uhh...my omega. I mean my ex omega has all my property, shares and money. She took it with her when she ran away with an Alpha."
Ian rolled his eyes, "Is this another story?"
"I'm not lying! Please, you can confirm this from anyone. She ran away with an Alpha and took everything with her."
"So what do you want me to do about it?" Ian questioned, crossing his arms together.
"Abduct her. If you keep her captive, her Alpha can give back all the money and shares. You can take your share from that."
Ian blinked at the beta sitting in front of him. From the look on his face, it was difficult to tell if he wanted money or revenge from his ex omega. Whatever it was, Ian needed his money. The Alpha had to keep his emotions away from the business.
"Okay. We can do that."
Marcus' face brightened, "Wait really? Does that mean I can walk away free from here?"
"Do you think I'm stupid, Marcus? You won't be allowed to step out until we find your ex omega and get her here. Got it?"
Marcus grumbled something under his breath which was enough to irk Ian. He didn't spare another look before hastily rushing towards his captive. Pulling back his fist, he rammed his knuckles into the captive's jaw—the sound of his bones crunching under Ian's knuckle around the room. Marcus coughed blood, drenching his feet in the process.
Ian wiped off the red liquid on a cloth. "Normally, I wouldn't have done that, but you need to shut up Marcus. You are not the CEO here, but my special guest and I hope you behave like one."
Marcus winced, lifting his head. He had swollen jaw, his eyes barely blinking open as he nodded his head. The Alpha took the same cloth and stuffed it in Marcus' mouth before turning to his men, "Take the address from him. We need to get that money. If he is lying about his ex omega, then break his leg."
Jared nodded his head, "We will, Alpha."
"Good. Also, I need you to bring that omega as soon as possible. Make sure you are discreet about it. You know the rules."
"Yes, boss." They nodded their heads.
Ian threw one last look in the direction of Marcus before walking out of the room. He heard the grunts coming from his captive, but he already had more than enough things to care about.
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