Alpha crown
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She was crazy. She couldn't find anything meaningful more than coming to him with one crazy hell of a story.
Werewolf?! He thought to himself. He removed his hands from hers.
Luckily, the elevator had opened, and he did not have to deal with this woman anymore.
He motioned with his finger for her to walk out of the elevator before turning her back and threatening her. He was still scared of her, but he needed to make sure he spoke to her through her craziness so that she didn't think of ever coming back into his presence.
“Do not follow me. I will shoot you if you do. I do not see a bulletproof on you, which means you will die if I shoot you.
“I have made it my habit to not kill innocent people, women, and children, but if you cause any threat to my life, just like what you just did in this elevator, you won't live to see another day. Now go and never return here again.” He couldn't spare time for that kind of bullshit she was spitting.
“You have approximately sixty days until things turn wild. Your time is up. You need to be prepared. You are too weak. It won't be easy to get to prove to everyone that you can be the Alpha of our Pack. We are the strongest pack alive. I need a bit of hope in you now.”
Crazy… Luciano turned his head aside, too bored by her conversation.
“Remember, I am the only one that can help you escape …. The only one that is protecting you. The only one in the Pack ready to train you before those coming for the Alpha crown find you and come for you. And that day is approaching.”
Luciano shook his head; she was too crazy and could make a good scriptwriter, but he could not give her more of his attention or positive words.
Without finding an appropriate person to give her the help she needed, it was useless to talk to her.
He could not decide on what to do or how to act, and abruptly the woman was out of the door, running away.
From where he stood, he had a good shot at her if he aimed at her, but something in him told him off. She was no harm.
She was just disturbed.
She needed mental health care.
So, he let her go. She was running away because James had gotten a good shot at her from above, “James, let her go,” he commanded.
Luciano watched her with no intention of following her or harming her. Not everything felt alarming about her. Something about her felt like good energy. But he brushed it off.
After she left. The reality hit him. No more adrenaline was enough to hide him from his reality. Luciano could no longer stand still or see anything.
He pressed the button for his penthouse and waited for the door to close.
“Are you sure she is no threat?”
“Posi... t….” Luciano could not finish the sentence. The last thing Luciano heard was a trembling sound from above the ceiling of the elevator. Before, he dropped on the floor unconscious.
***
Luciano woke up already in his room at his penthouse and, to his surprise, he didn't feel as if he had come out of surviving a fatal gunshot.
It happened again. He thought.
He held his ribs and was sure it would happen again.
This was not the first time an abnormality in his body happened.
He had asked the doctor at the time and the doctor suggested seeing a psychologist.
When they met the psychologist, he explained what he had been going through after what he had done five years ago. She didn't believe him. She specifically said he was making up scenarios.
Luciano suggested proving to her his point by cutting himself open with a knife and letting her watch as he heals completely. She called an emergency for him. Believing he is suicidal and could harm himself.
His mind was back when James rushed over to him, holding his hand.
“Are you okay Luciano?... You scared me… Let me see the wound.”
James walked closer, with worry and fear covering him. Wanting to unbandage Luciano. And Luciano could not let him see what he already knew. “Is it bad? Are you okay?”
“I am OK.” Luciano cut James off.
“They had a hit on you this time. You scared the hell out of me. Did the woman do this to you, or was it at the beach that it happened?
“The bleeding was too much. Are you dizzy? We should call a doctor to give you blood and examine you.”
“I said I am okay, James. Never call those doctors here again.” After what that psychologist said to him, Luciano hated doctors.
They saw through him. He was crazy. He was mentally ill, and he needed help, but he wasn't ready to believe he was.
Just like that woman earlier, he was also making up things and believing them. He thought it was okay if the things didn't hurt his loved ones.
After his outburst, James's face fell, and it hurt Luciano to see that. James turned to leave and halted for a moment in his movement.
“Are you hiding things now behind my back? We are a family we don't keep things from each other. We celebrate and cry together.
“Momma has been excitedly preparing for your birthday since the year began. I have been here for you. I confided in you about everything I went through.
“I still stood by you when we did everything about that stupid, crazy escape plan. I did not judge you for wasting money on those helicopters up there, nor did I have a say in learning to fly to places that almost got us killed.
“I stood by you…... and now. Who are we to you? Are we that disposable now?”
James didn't say more nor wait for Luciano's defense, heartbroken so much that the pain was visible on his face James turned around and walked out without adding a word.
Luciano's jaw clenched. Raising his eyes to the door that James had walked out through, Luciano felt bad.
He could manage the universe looking at him like a crazy person, but he could never watch his Zia, James's mom and James look at him like a crazy person too.
These were the only two people who knew him for what he was.
And if they said anything else to him. It would mean the truth and only the truth. He wasn't ready to add crazy to his plate.
He didn't know how to tell James this or about part of the conversation he had with that woman earlier. He genuinely wanted to shout out everything in his mind to him. But he decided against it.
After removing the dressing. Luciano looked at the corner of his ribs, which had a gunshot wound, and it had healed up completely already.
Watching the watch on his hand, it had been two hours since they shot him.
Now, in the same place that had a bullet and a large wound, there was nothing, not even a scar, visible.
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