The Mafia to Alpha King

The Mafia code of honor

I need to act now. But...But something is not adding up. I try to calm myself down before trying to speak in the most convincing tone to dig more into this. “And how do you expect me to make her give them up, Zio?”

We both know I am very good at killing people who want me dead. I have never had time for a cheap chat or time to make small talk. This is his area of expertise.

And I know he has the best men in here for that job. How is it that he needs me on this? He smiles before standing up from the table. “Well, let's see about that....” he stops speaking and continues smiling broadly again.

Fuckin bastard…What is it that he knows that I don't know? Does he have more cards on his sleeve? He takes a seat back in his chair and lights his cigar again.

As if speaking to himself, he continues to speak.“ Here is the deal. Here is why I called you to come in here. If you succeed in getting me the codes, I will fulfill your mother's wish for you. I will help you get out of all this unscratched.” My uncle announces as he holds up his cigar.

He must be going crazy if he thinks that will work on me. Even my late mother would get mad in her grave if I let him use me in this kind of scenario.

“I am done here...” I stand up pretending to leave, studying the area, closing my eyes as I allow my nose to trace Keorah, trying to figure out in which direction he is holding her.

I make it look like I am threatening to leave. And that works in my favor because in the next moment. He is holding a gun at my head.

I don't open my eyes and I laugh hysterically at his attempt. He knows very well, as well as I know, that in this situation we are in, what he is doing can't work as a threat to me.

If it worked he would not have kept me alive beside him for all these years. Noticing what he has done. He quickly puts the gun down. My uncle is running desperate, and I like that.

He could never have pointed a gun at me. Everything about my uncle is well-calculated. By the looks of it, for the first time, he is now doing things on impulse without thinking.

That is good news to me.

He shouts with frustration. “Bullet glow up. We are talking about running the world, me, and you. This is not about me alone. It will be our new family legacy.

“We will have more power. Even if you will be out. Your children and their children will have this power to inherit.”

My children! Is he seriously thinking I will put my plan in jeopardy? And have children that I am sure he will want to use to keep up the family legacy. He must be going crazy.

“No one will threaten us for the rest of eternity. Our family legacy will live on and we will always be Gods.” He emphasizes this.

“Just like you Zio...I am never going to have children. Don't put your hopes on me.”

“Are you sure?” He enquires with a tone that doesn't sit right with me. As though he is sure I am having children.

“ I don't do women. I want to assure you that hasn't changed, I also will not have children no matter what.”

He must have thought with my interaction with Keirah that my mind had changed about having a family.

I make sure that in my eyes he can see that I am bent on not wanting to help him. This triggers a nerve in his crazy mind. And I see how frustrating this makes him.

This must have hit a nail. He is not used to anyone saying no to him and this means more than I could ever imagined.

Looking at him like this finally, after so many years. I am content. The bad choices that put me here and the reality of what I should do to stop him will not be in vain. I am almost completing my plan. The plan is to stop him and everyone around him.

I have planned to stop him for the last five years, and now I am almost doing it.

I am stopping him finally.

I want us to be the last.

The last Solanas to walk the earth.

The last serial killer in the family's name.

I am going to bring it all to ashes.

I speak to him with a smile on my face. “I am afraid I don't want to do that business. If you want to do that, just do it on your own. Like you have been doing with all the other deals. I told you, Zio, I don't want this life.

“I can't call it quits without your help, but I will never be part of this. The way you want me to. If you want to make her talk, then do it yourself.”

I speak calmly, assessing the waters, wanting to get informed on how much has been done and wanting to understand all this to be of help to Keirah

He must have done everything before asking for my help, and nothing is breaking her. The walk to hell would have made her talk.

If not, Cement and Concrete would have brought the codes out of her with their torture. The question that troubles me more is the understanding that I am the only path to making her give up the codes. How does that work? How is that possible? Why hasn't she given the codes up already?

Is she truly a biomedical engineer? or is she just a fraud pretending to be the engineer?

This should make me doubt her and her intentions in all this, but Weirdly enough, deep down unexpectedly, I have an unfounded trust in her. That scares the hell out of me.

Putting my life online to save her and now believing in her without a doubt like this is insane.

“I need your charms. Just as much as no one could get her to dance yesterday. No one can break her. It is as if they have trained her to survive in pain forever. She fears nothing. Not even death… And that is the first for me.”

Is my uncle telling me that Keirah has been trained to withstand my uncle's torture? Who the f**k is Keirah?

“We are trading here Bullet… Trust me, I promise I will get you out. I will swear by the code of honor if I must.”

Even with a knife on my uncle's neck, he would never swear by the Mafia's code of honor. But for the first time, he is willing now.

Jesus…. This is too much to be coming at me all at once. I am going nuts.

The mafia code of honor meant keeping his mouth shut until his death. My family and I would be safe anywhere we went in this world, even after his death.

And that is all I have wanted for Zi and James. And also what my late mother wished for me. I can be free now and walk out of the Mafia world.

I am tempted for a second but I know it will all be for nothing if he gets his hands on the codes.

There will be nowhere for me to go if he has the codes.

I feel my uncle's desperation, and it fuels hope for me. Finally, he desperately needs something from me for the first time in forever.

To my excitement, I add a nail to his ego. “I said…. I am no longer doing this business. Let's not waste each other's time. Next time, call me for more important matters.” I speak as I arrange myself to walk out of his office.

My uncle stands up abruptly and opens the curtains to the glass walls of the next room. And I am brought face to face with Keirah…

My Keirah is in a chair with no awareness of what is going on. My uncle's favorite goons: Both Cement and Concrete stand on both sides of the armed chair on which she is sitting. “Cement!” My uncle yells through the microphone. “Inject her with Agra.”

And with that announcement, my heart stops.