Mistakenly Taken

Chapter 3

Hotel Hard Rock, situated in the heart of Ibiza, is one of the most exquisitely, elegant and modernly designed building -- a seven-star heaven for vacation. Above the top most story of the Hotel, lied the night club with retro neon lights flashing through the drunk and high crowd. Even though the rules for drugs were strict within the club, however people still slipped in few. One such VIP roped corner had a drunk bald, yet short and lean guy,sniffing powder off a bare stomach of a young blonde woman. Two other women sat on his both sides, on the black sofa, massaging his nonexistent biceps. Anyone could look at the extravagantly dolled up women and tell that they were rented bimbos, most probably prostitutes.

He lifted his blue satin silk shirt off his pants crotch,flashing off his open flyer to the woman to his right, motioning her to give him a blow job. She huskily moved her tongue over her red lips, moistening them, running a hand over his thick gold chain and moving down to suck his p***s off.

He sat back, moaning in pleasure. Thinking that it was his lucky day. He came to Ibiza, staying over at the hotel but received an invitation to the club, given three hot women, served with coke and drinks. He thought he couldn’t be any luckier, getting high and getting his c**k sucked by the gorgeous woman, who arched her ass up high as he s*****d it.

“So what do you want?” The other girl on his left side asked him.

“Just to thank the person who granted me this. This is the best f*****g day of my life.”, He spoke in his thick Spanish accent.

He smiled like an i***t, flashing off his dirt smitten teeth, as pleasure filled him and he rolled back his eyes, cuming into the mouth of the girl blowing him.

“Well. . . guess what? It’s your lucky day.” A strong male voice made him open his eyes.

He jerked up looking at the two tall, broadened guys standing right in front of him. They wore black t shirts over black jeans. He immediately straightened up, zipping up his pants.

“No need to do that, boss will have fun cutting that off.”One of the guy chuckled nastily, grabbing the limp guy by the collar of his shirt and dragging him towards the stairs on the side of the entrance.

They ascended upstairs leading the narrow stairs that eventually widened up and ended at a large corridor that had white neon florescent lights coming out from all four dimensions. The high Spanish guy could only make a little of what was happening and thought that everything around him was the reaction of the drug he had taken.

The two men dragged him up till the end of the corridor.Where one the men scanned his hand off a particular spot, with a jet black box,that blinked red for a moment and beeped with a green, splitting open the whitewall in front of them.

The place beyond the wall felt like being transferred to another dimension. The place was filled with women dancing around and serving liquor in golden short dresses that had slugging cleavage. Two parallel rows of sofas running in a length from one corner of the bar to another placed right in front of each other but embedded low in to the ground, with stairs descending down worth.

The two men descended dragging the third on with them,different people sat on each sides, with men and women smoking, talking,laughing, passing cigars and briefcases to another. A hurdle of people was established in the smaller corner but it immediately cleared away revealing a tall guy sitting in a black suit, no tie, the upper buttons of his shirt undone, a cigarette stuck on the corner of his lips. He lifted his blue eyes up and saw what his men had brought him.

A sly smirk crept up his lips, his ocean blue eyes, dilated with darkness. His messed hair fell on his forehead. He got up, flashing off his entire 6feet 3” height, his broad structure, his shirt hugging his chiseled abs and chest, his jaw line structured so sharp that it could cut to bleed. He flashed off a smile, deepening his dimples. One could tell that he was a runway model but no. In fact, he was, world’s most ruthless and relentless mafia gang leader. The entire Europe feared him, every mafia in the world knew the money laundering king of the black business world, who was feared even by the law itself. He had connection extended from middle of the world to Asia till America. He was none other than Alejandro Santiago.

His gaze sharper than a hawk, his business instincts processed like the wall street, his ethics were his personality and his aura screamed danger.

“Oh My Friend Paolo, look they finally found you.”, His tongue rolled off in an extremely husky thick Spanish accent.

He patted the cheek of the short bald guy a little too harshly.

“So why did my boys bring you here?”, He asked liting up his cigarette.

“He said he wanted to thank the man who invited him tonight.” One of his men who had dragged Paolo here spoke.

“Oh well. . . what a lucky day you have my friend.”Alejandro hugged Paolo, burning up his earlobe with the cigarette on purpose.

Paolo stood still, he could feel the burn on his ear but the stiffness in his body prohibited him to even move an inch. His face was plastered with shock and so was his body. His life that seemed perfect moments ago was completely ruined now. He knew what he had to deceive Alejandro and he knew that this was his last day on planet earth. He was one of Alejandro’s men and was assigned a project of transferring fifty million from Spain to Guinea.He was supposed to know the inner routes but at the end, he delivered thirty million, slipping twenty in his own pocket. He then ditched Alejandro and went on to work for his opponents in Italy, who had sent him to grab an ammunition dealership that was going to be escorted by Alejandro. Little did he know that the hotel he checked in with his gang name was owned by Alejandro himself.

“Seems like you’re not too pleased to see me. Huh?”Alejandro asked him with a serious expression.

His jaw clenched and his eyes squinted tight, sending vibes of death and mortality.

“No.” Was the only word that Paolo could whisper.

“No? So you’re not happy to see me?” He c****d his eyebrows.

“Please.” Paolo eyes watered as he sobbed. Everything now became clearer to him.

Alejandro rolled his eyes, to which the ladies around bit their lips, holding their soaking panties.

“Please what?”

“Please don’t kill me, please.” Paolo, kneeled down and grabbed Alejandro’s ankle, crying over his approaching death.

Alejandro sighed in boredom, “Come on now Paolo, is this how you want to die? Begging for life, when you know your last wish is never going to come true.”

He grabbed his collar, lifting Paolo up, holding the nape of his neck, making him look into his deathful gaze.

“You think I am going to let you live? What makes you think you’re so special?” He hissed at him, grabbing jaw in his hands tightly.

“Please. . . I’ll give back all your money.” He begged him,holding his hands together.

“Oh my money, of course, I’ll get the amount back with interest by selling your properties and of course this ugly chain.” He tugged the chain harshly off his neck, spraining Paolo’s his skin and bone and throwing it away to his men.

“Please don’t kill me. I... I have a wife and a child.Please I’ll pay you.” He cried ugly thick tears.

“Wife? The woman who w****d with almost all of my men when you weren’t with her? You still call her wife? And child? That kid is black and isn’t even yours.” Everyone around Alejandro laughed out loud making Paolo whimper even more.

“You should’ve known better before deceiving me.” Within a second glimpse Alejandro, picked open a knife in his hand, slitting open Paolo’s throat, pushing him back as blood sprayed like fountain out of his neck. He gasped out loud, holding the wide, deep cut over his skin, clenching for life.

Alejandro ordered his men to clean the mess up and slid back down on his seat. The woman who sat right angle to him at the couch, witnessing the entire scene, belonged to another mafia but was passionately fond of Alejandro. She crawled her way up to him, completely turned out, batting her thick false eyelashes at him.

“You could choke me if you want.” She slid her hand up and down his chiseled chest, reaching down for his flyer.

He caught her hand right in time, stopping her from going any further, “No business in bed.” He told her his moto, pushing her away from him.

His gaze roamed around the entire room, the gallery and the spectacular sofa on which people sat right next to each other. The Santiago business focused on bringing people who are involved with mafias of different kinds, illegal businesses of weaponry, who dealt with drugs and ammunition, they needed their money transfer which couldn’t be done through legal bank channels so every dealership in the mafia world went underneath the cartage of Santiago, now governed by Alejandro Santiago. He controlled an enterprising illegal business of billions, a grim reaper for anyone who ever dared deceive him or break a truce with him. One thing he didn’t deal with was human trafficking because he knew that innocent lives are killed in that business and he stayed away from it, in fact as a part of his white business to stay on the front he also had an organization that helped eradicating human trafficking.

The door to the gallery opened up again as walked in Alejandro’s best friend. Jacob Walter. He was an heir to a billionaire enterprise, named to be the next COO. The thirty-one years old tall British with favorably handsome features; blonde hair a dimple smitten chin. He had more of a dark look then his twenty-nine years old beat friend Alejandro.

The two met almost five years ago when Alejandro had just recently taken over the family business after his father’s tragic accident that made him lose both of his legs to paraplegia, marking him unfit for the business. Jacob as well was recently nominated as the youngest board of directors’ members and his potential to reach the post of the COO had just started paving its ways.

Jacob wanted a channel to transfer his money from the British banks to the Swiss banks where his money could be safe and free from any taxations. He needed an illegal channel to launder off his money so a common person fixed the two up. Even though Jacob was his first client as the Mafia leader, yet Alejandro represented a much more casual and subtle introduction to Jacob, who instantly recognized the potential in him and knew that he was the person to keep close. And after Alejandro helped Jacob transfer his money, in return Jacob was asked to let his containers used in his import and export business be used as channels to launder money and ammunition, overall of the Europe.

Ever since then, the two became close. Jacob used Alejandro’s powers to influence his way in his company and crushed his competitors; his cousins, uncles and his own brothers to be named as the next COO of the Walters Enterprise.

Jacob slumped down right next to Alejandro on the couch,after greeting him. Alejandro gave him a sharp look, noticing his dull expressions. He noticed how Jacob didn’t even notice the hot brunet who tried hitting on him moments. Because Jacob was a strategic playboy, who slept with women more than the number of days he had lived and throws himself with every second thing with t**s and v****a.

He is definitely putting on a cheap act just for attention.Alejandro mentally scoffed at Jacob.

“What’s going on?”, Alejandro asked Jacob.

He slumped a heavy breath, looking lazily around the entire crowd.

“It’s my wife.” He told him, rolling off his eyes making the sarcasm evident.

Alejandro knew about the agreement wedding; in fact, he was one of the witnesses of the paper marriage. Jacob trusted him that much because he knew that he was too much loyal, bounded by ethics and a man of his words who would sacrifice his head for his tongue.

“What about her?”, Alejandro asked with knitted eyebrows.

“She says that she wants divorce.”

“What a pathetic life.” The brunet scoffed at him earning a look from Alejandro.

“Can you blame her?” Alejandro asked Jacob, putting off his cigarette and sipping onto his scotch.

One of his men walked up to him, leaning down near his ear and whispering about a deal that went through and his next contract. He notified his man to take the two parties into the separate room and make them sign the contracts. Any dealership that were to go through, was going to be done under the supervision of Alejandro who will be responsible for transferring for the funds and the benefits of the deal.

“At first I told her to not to talk about the divorce for at least two years but now she’s threatening to file a divorce against me in London. So I asked that b***h to give me at least three more months until I become the COO, you know how shite can go down and uncle Ben or my f*****g Cousin Edward can threaten my position if I get divorced before becoming the COO. But that b***h is already engaged to some t**t and won’t agree to wait.Her lawyers called mine and she’s coming here next week to file the divorce.”

He laid down the entire story to Alejandro who was listening to him keenly but the constant nabbing by his man to sign the dealership was also triggering him to get up.

“Well… if I could be of any help, then let me know.” He notified him getting up.

“Of course, that’s why I am here.” He made him stop his tracks.

“What do you want?”

Maybe an alibi for the divorce case.

“I want you to help me. I want you to kidnap that b***h Rebecca over her way to London.”

“Are you out of your mind? You want me to abduct some rich b***h on her way to divorce another rich s**t? Like people aren’t gonna go around searching for her?” Alejandro yelled at him, telling him how risky his idea was.

“What is that illegal?” Jacob scoffed sarcastically at him.

“No, but you know my rules. I don’t hurt the innocent.” He shrugged at him.

His business stood for its ground at preventing peace with innocent men, hurt no women or children. Laundering money was his family’s centuries old driven business that regulated the rest of the mafia world but the Santiago stood to their grounds of never shedding the blood of the innocent, even though they killed those who deceived them.

“Who’s asking you to hurt her? Just put her out of the sight of this world for the next three months, after that let her go and even I will divorce her. Just for three months. Come on, once I’ll become the COO, you know I can even expand your usage of our containers in South America, China, Japan and Africa. Come on, just do it for business.”

Alejandro felt intrigued, having the usage of containers in major countries where illegal trade and deals were at peak was his biggest opportunity in expanding his land mafia.

He heaved a reluctant sigh, “Alright fine, just send my men her information.”

No one innocent gets hurt and besides, it will be good for business.