My Alpha CEO is a Mafia Lord

Olivia’s POV I ran through the streets of New York’s Manhattan at night with adrenaline rushing through my veins. The noise of footsteps and shouts reached my ears from behind. "She went this way!" I twisted my lips into a smirk and I spun around to bolt, but a barrel-like chest stopped me. I fell hard. “Found you. ” Milo’s voice, amused and cold. “No please….” I chewed the words while hurriedly trying to move my way back, tears completely blinding me. “Olivia, why are you running? Let me explain.” I ran out and made it into the hall, drenched in blood; the vision got me reminded of what I saw. I ran into an abandoned building and realized that I had lost him. Suddenly, – strong arms of an unknown man were around my waist. "Gotcha!" I tried to wrench my fingers away from Milo’s near-iron clasp. Again there’s yelling, “Let me go! I won’t swear to anyone! “What you saw today ” "Was monstrous," I spat. ‘I told my boys that I would kill you,’ Milo grinned wickedly. "Milo, please. .. " “Look at her!” Guys emerged from the crowd addressing us. I attempted to flee, but Milo only clamped his fingers more. ”You’ll never try to leave me, sweetheart,” She continued to tauntme .”You’re mine now.” ’You wretched creature, you decapitated a man! I saw you. ’ Milo's eyes darkened. He pointed to one of his men. “Carry her to the car and dump her in the trunk.” I begged and cried as they dragged me away. He didn’t lift a finger as he watched, instead, he lit a cigarette. ‘Stop it b***h!’ one of the bearded men winked at me and pushed me inside the trunk. As darkness engulfed me, I wondered: Is this how I will be killed? Four hours earlier. My boss whom I will identify as Milo Novak was not a dash of rainbows. He was such a pain in the ass. He was insufferable. We were once an item and once dated. But he accused me of something despicable and we have hated each other ever since. To cut the long story short, I accepted the job with him because I have no option left. From being paid better than what I was being paid in my previous organizations, no one informed me that my soul was also going to be included in the weekly market. I ended up being forced to be his personal secretary, and he was my employer. I got up, walked to Milo’s office, opened the door and stopped in my tracks. Here he was with his pants pulled halfway down, and a stunning auburn headed blond sitting provocatively on the edge of his desk. My cheeks blushed as I immediately looked away and to my left. Namely, they started the following conversation: “Mr. Novak! I’m sorry for intruding, I should have knocked” I rushed out, slamming the office door. I wanted to wash my eyes with soap. Anything was better than seeing him between the legs of another woman. What was she, the third hookup this week? Olivia!” Milo said loudly, beating the door with his fists again. "Get in here!" Sighing I slowly raised my head and opened the door again. I peeped my head in, taking another look at the office I just escaped from. Skin exposed, Milo had not taken the time to even put on clothes let alone blend in with the rest of Humanity. ”You should go to that café that I like and buy me a cup of coffee, I have a very bad headache.” Looking at her, I grumbled more to myself than to her, “I should think so you big headed cow, why wouldn’t it hurt?” Milo's eyes narrowed. It frequently looks like they’re not only not paying attention but are not even aware a conversation is happening: “What was that? Did you say something?” ‘No sir.’ I counter quickly. ‘Are you finished with the papers? Mr Racheli was asking to sign the documents soon.’ ‘Sure, don’t mind if I do have my coffee first.’ ‘I’ll get your coffee right away’. Half an hour onward I retraced my steps back to Milo’s office, entering the warm drink – coffee – worth the line I’d spent fifteen minutes of waiting. Both of my feet were throbbing and I could feel a tension in my head starting myself. “Here is your coffee Mr. Novak”, I told him as I placed it on his table. “It's from that special café you like. The man barely glanced at me from across the screen of the computer. He attempted to take a sip of what was in the cup in front of him; he made a face. ‘This has three sugars,’ said the latter, and pushed it away. "I wanted one. " I clenched my jaw. “You didn’t specify that when you requested me to get it. He scowled and said, “I shouldn’t have to. You’ve been my assistant long enough to know I prefer it black.” “I’m not a mind reader, Mr. Novak.” He straightened up, and looked at me derisively ‘Let’s hear it then, the great speech of the century. It’ll for sure be rather blind to claim I’m incompetent, and thus instruct me to get another one myself. If that’s the case, then I should assume you’re not needed for your position.’ He looked at me, almost amused, half insulted. I hated him, my fingers were clenched into a fist. “The café closes in ten minutes, Sir. I will not be able to get there on time”. ‘Not all the other shops are closed now, are they?’ Well, there goes my plan of keeping my cool; I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to count to ten in my head. ‘‘Is there anything else you need sir?’’ “Yes, actually,” Milo said, shoving a thick dossier on the top of the table towards me. “These financial reports have just arrived – I want you to study them and make a brief summary report of what should go to the board meeting tomorrow.” My heart sank. “But it is already 6PM here. It will take hours.” “Then I suppose you should get yourself coffee too. Now, On with it! Or do you have other better things to do? But before I could kill him with a pencil like I often fantasize, he said out loud, “Oh, and Olivia? Try not to screw this up like you did with the coffee .” I restrained myself to refrain from flinging the folder at him. Just another day of working for Milo Novak, the thorn in my flesh. —-------------------------- The cases of my files packed in the trunk rattled violently as I tried to open the lock. I was sweating profusely, my heart pounding as if it was ready to jump out of my chest. It seemed like hours before the lock finally opened. I thrust the trunk open and fell to the ground, rolling over the rough floor of the driveway. Who would have thought that one day I would be kidnapped by my own boss? Milo wasn’t anywhere around. They had parked the car and abandoned me, locked in the trunk, while I was kicking and screaming. I had been here for hours, crying and frantically trying to dial 911. A little over an hour ago, I got through to the operator, but the phone died on me. At such a point, one is forced to fully accept that there is nobody coming to bail them out. I jumped to my feet and almost collapsed from the dizziness that washed over me, my knees feeling like jelly. Everything seemed to whirl around, but I tried to concentrate. Around the giant house was a forest. Was this Milo’s new property? No one seemed to know of such a place. He was the Warren Buffet of billionaires, frequenting s*******n sites and fashion magazines. I reckoned he required a location that the media had no way of tracking. I began sprinting, hoping the terrain was favorable to me. I apprehended being caught again and was very careful. But no one followed me when I reached the tree line and a few meters into the blackness of the forest. Branches slapped my face and arms as I rushed ahead with my eyes shut. The going was rough; I stumbled over roots and across rocks, but got up and ran on. My lungs burned, and my legs felt like jelly, but the looming threat kept me moving. The darkness created by the grown-up trees was peculiar, almost illuminating more than it should have been at that time of night. I looked up and saw the moon, bright as a lantern and as big as a pig’s head above the treetops. I didn’t allow myself to dwell on it; I had other tasks that needed to be accomplished. All I wanted was to be somewhere different. Suddenly, I came to a halt in a small open space. Milo was standing there in the moonlight. My heart stopped. He was wearing just trousers and was sweating profusely; he groaned, and his chest rose and fell with heavy breathing. But what made me scream in horror was his face. It wasn't human. Fur grew across his cheeks and jaw. His eyes, wide and bloodshot, met mine. He opened his mouth, revealing fangs shining in the light. “No,” I breathed out and lurched back. Finally, I uttered the words, “No, this isn’t real, this can’t be real.” Milo got nearer, and I decided to flee. I turned and saw only the sudden glint of feral eyes in the darkness. The growl that came from behind me was inhuman; terror spurred me forward. I ran wildly through the bushes, twigs scratching my body and clothes. I could hear him gaining on me, covering the ground impossibly fast. As my legs felt numb and about to give in, the foliage opened up. Ahead, I saw a tall stone fence with a big iron door. If I could reach it, I might be saved. When I got to the gate, I threw my arms around the bars and began to pull with all my strength. It didn't budge. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I pulled harder, but it still wouldn’t open. The gate showed no sign of being opened to the public and was bolted shut. I tried to speak, and the first thing that came out was a weak "Please," a cry for mercy, though from whom I didn’t know. "Please, let me out!" The air on the back of my neck felt hot. I tensed, my fingers still gripping the cold iron bars. Slowly, I turned around. Milo stood there, so close I could feel the heat radiating from his body. His amber eyes locked onto mine, filled with an intensity I'd never seen before. He leaned in, his nose almost touching my neck, and inhaled deeply. When he spoke, his voice was rough, barely recognizable as human. "Mate."