The Mafia to Alpha King

Another bartender

Luciano sat at the bar, speaking his mind to himself. “What am I doing at the bar if I can't drink?” He shook his head. Because at the moment the debate going on in his head was driving him crazy.

I need this. I need a bit of fresh breath.

The bartender poured a glass and extended it to him. A temptation. “I SAID NO ALCOHOL TODAY,” Luciano shouted at the bartender. He had been telling the bartender to stop bringing him alcohol nonstop.

Trying hard to keep his focus on his plan. The authority in his voice made the bartender tremble as he murmured again. “I am so sorry, boss.”

The bartender in shock was mostly wondering how he got Luciano to talk back at him once again on the same day. The bartender was one among the people who wondered and were disturbed by Luciano's behavior.

They had so many unanswered questions about a lot of the things Luciano did. For example, how the woman Luciano walked to the bedroom with from the bar understood what he wanted.

Because the woman would speak to Luciano nonstop. And asked him all kinds of questions and all they got from him was silence. He just got wasted with them at the bar in silence.

Even when he was completely wasted. He never said a word. Unfortunately, they never showed up at the bar again to tell the bartender what happened after Luciano went with them to his room.

Rumor is that he killed them, and it was his ritual to never speak to anyone outside his close people. And today to the bartender's non-stopping surprise, Luciano who had never even for once said a single word to not only the woman. But to him. He finally said a word to him.

And today he said not only a single word. He shouted at him. Not once but so many times. The bartender thought he had hit the jackpot. He thought he had finally made it to the closed circle of the people that Luciano talked to.

James was the only one he had a conversation with. Hearing Luciano shout at him had puzzled him and led him on a stray way. The bartender had been working here for so many years. And he thought finally he was making progress.

But that was not it. Unfortunately for the bartender, he had just gotten on the wrong side of Luciano. Everyone working here knew the bullet, and no one wanted to get on his bad side.

To the bartender's disappointment, he watched as Luciano picked up his phone and made a phone call. “Find another bartender we can trust. Make sure he doesn't have understanding issues.”

Every day Luciano would always be found here at the bar. Unless Luciano was sleeping or on special occasions like adding tattoos to his skin or meeting his uncle.

He craved meeting different people all the time. And that was something people did not know about him. The bar was the only safe place where he found more strangers and happy people.

Plus, women.

It was the only place that didn't make him feel lonely. Or torment him by seeing the monster he was when he looked in the mirror.

Today, as the day was ending, he was trying to keep away from alcohol. And celebrate the life of his mother. Live up to his mother's expectations for a certain percentage today. He wanted to truly become his mother's son.

Focusing completely on his laptop. He was going through his plan to escape from the Mafia life repeatedly. All the steps he had taken so far made him believe it was just a matter of time before his plan would be complete.

He would fulfill his mother's wish to walk away and save James and Zia. That is what he needed to do before he ran completely crazy.

But in his mind running away would not be a final act for him. After he saved his loved ones. He needed to come back once again to destroy his uncle and the Solana Empire.

Put an end to the Solana legacy.

But it was still impossible because of his uncle's influence and his uncle's mark on his family. Everywhere he searched to hide them was not safe. Anywhere he would hide them, if he weren’t under his uncle's protection, they would be listed as wanted.

And, for generations to come, there would be people who in the Mafia world would want to kill them. Luciano was keeping himself occupied, filling his glass with drinking water to undo his urge for a glass of alcohol.

He was feeling too hydrated, and the rate he was going to the toilet was beyond what he wanted to take as a punishment.

After washing his hands in the toilet, and walking out for the twentieth time, he can't remember the exact number of times he was there. Who is counting anyway?

A sweet scent hit him, and he turned to bump into an exquisite woman on her way to the woman's part of the toilet.

He stood still, waiting for her to raise her face, but she was in a hurry and didn't bother to look up as she murmured in an overly sweet voice. “I am sorry.” And walked past him.

It tempted Luciano to pull her hand and ask what perfume she was using. But that sounded insane even to him. He wanted so badly to hide his crazy part. So, he didn't bother her.

He genuinely wanted to own the surrounding perfume. It was too calming for a scent. And he desperately needed the magic of the calm in his troubled mind. Luciano was deep in thought about how he could get hold of the scent when his phone rang. It was James. It always was. “Did you find a replacement for the bartender?”

“Yes, his name is Erede. He has been bothering me about wanting to join the team. I will fly out to meet him tomorrow personally.

“But that is not why I called you. We are under the red code.” Announced James.

“Why? What happened?!”

“The escort.”

“Ooh Jesus, the escort. What happened to her?”

The escort was a woman named Keirah. She is a computer engineer from Havard. She was the woman he had been searching for while on his car ride to Casablanca earlier.

The woman his uncle was meeting today. He had forgotten to message her and warn her of the danger she was playing with after reading the conversation she was having with both him and his uncle. He was hoping she was playing around and didn't mean sharing her room with his uncle.

“She has arrived at the hotel and checked in. The receptionist has just notified your uncle of her arrival. She is in the elevator on her way to the bar.”

Luciano didn't waste time as he walked fast to the bar. And no woman had joined the bartender at the bar counter. “Did you say the bar? She is not here.”

“Try the restaurant?”

Luciano, not losing his fast pace, walked to the restaurant, scanning every woman. And he could find none of the women he saw around looking anything like her.

Luciano raised his eyes as he continued scanning the area and speaking to James. “Where is my uncle?”

“He is in the private elevator on his way to the bar too.”

Luciano walked back to the bar again. She was not there. Scanned the bar to the far end, and she wasn't there.

Then he entered the club and right there, at the far end, he saw what told him where Keirah was.

Concrete and Cement, his uncle's goons. Those two walked in his uncle's shadow. He was one hundred percent sure when he saw them that his uncle was not a centimeter away.

“Found her.” He cut James off and walked deeper into the club.

When he got to the club far away from everyone, he scanned his uncle's environment and there was no woman around him.

Keirah was not with him.

Where was she? He questioned.

Then he noticed his uncle's extra concentration on the dance floor like everyone in the club. Luciano's eyes traveled to the dancefloor.

And when his eyes met the woman on the dancefloor. He knew. She was the woman in question, Keirah.