Page 62 of The Alpha's Heir

I am frantic with worry. I spoke to Ale over eight hours ago and he said to get ready, and now he’s nowhere to be found. I have no idea where he is and if he is safe. The phone he called me from is a burner and so I cannot trace him. He is alone, so there’s no one else I can contact either.

A feeling of dread threatens to take over me entirely and so I had to tell Raul and Penelope what is happening. Within an hour, a search party is assembled to locate Alejandro. Pain and weakness like I have never known fills every inch of my body.

“Salma, you need to wait here with Ricky in case he comes back. Elena will wait with you. Don’t worry, we will find him.” I don’t doubt that they will. It is whether they find him dead or alive that concerns me. I can’t lose him. I can’t live without him.

Elena and I have not had the opportunity to spend time together and I don’t know her very well despite us being sisters-in-law. She is a typical new-age Mafia wife. She stays at home, away from the action and looks pretty. With her dyed blonde hair and designer clothes, she resembles someone from a high-end glossy magazine. Beautiful, well groomed, and flawless. As for what is under that polished exterior, I am still to determine. I just hope she isn’t an airhead, or this night is about to turn excruciating.

“Don’t worry, Salma. Alejandro is strong and can handle himself. I’m sure he’s just got side-tracked. Matteo and Raul won’t give up until they find him.” I notice how she absent-mindedly rubs her tummy and feel a pang of longing. Ale told me she is expecting.

“Thank you. I’m just going to call my friend. I won't be long.” I need to talk to Eva. I need my mami. In the absence of Ale, I need someone to tell me he is okay.

“Sal. I know we are practically strangers, but we can help each other here. I know what you are feeling, because it could be me at any time too. We need to trust one another and start building that support network that Penelope had with your mami. That’s the only way we are going to get through this with our sanity intact.” I sit back down and begrudgingly accept that she is right. Elena knows more about being a Mafia wife than I do because I was raised to be a Donna.

The gender difference expectation keeps creeping into the recess of my mind, making me question if I am cut out to lead after all. The first sign of trouble and I have fallen apart without Ale. Would he fall apart if the roles were reversed? I don’t think he would. He is calm, cool, collected and calculating. I think he would take all this in his stride.

Well, I wouldn’t know because he isn’t fucking here. So, where the fuck is he? What keeps Alejandro away from me and away from home? I can’t help the worry and concerns I have because, deep down, I know there is nothing in this world that would keep him from returning to me. Something really bad must have happened.

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