Page 26 of The Alpha's Heir

The Red Mage

*** Alejandro ***

My Sal is feeling better about stuff now. She loved her little treat and took great pleasure in punishing that old hag before I chopped her head off and left our team to clean up. We are back to trying non-stop to get pregnant.

I am not complaining. Not one bit. She is a firecracker, she knows what she likes, and she is so giving. Satisfied is my usual condition and yet I constantly crave her too. I cannot get enough. I hope I never do.

Today, we are meeting with the Don of the Serrano family to get the information we need about Jose’s mistress, Dominga, and I know Sal is as eager as me. Torturing Carole only served to whet her whistle. My Chula is after blood now.

Sal wants Dominga. She is adamant Dominga is the one who poisoned and murdered her papa, but I want her brother. He is all I think of, because Sal threatens his position and, therefore, she is his target. I will disembowel the fucker and make him eat his own innards for threatening the safety of my wife.

When Sal comes out of the bedroom, she looks stunning. Her dark hair is swept up, she wears a dark grey business suit, and she looks exactly like the bad-ass I know she is.

“I wanna fuck you senseless again, Chula, you look too goddamn hot to be going outside.” She stares at me disapprovingly but ends up laughing.

“Calm down, big boy, you can have me as soon as we get back. Business first, and then pleasure all night long.”

I don’t even have to make her promise. If Sal says we are fucking all night long, we will. Even my father has commented and complained about the racket. I told him to shut it. We’re trying for a baby.

Willy drives us into the city centre. He has taken over all our transport now and I really like that he is a surrogate father figure for my Sal. She trusts him implicitly and that is very important in our line of work.

Today, I have to be a diplomat. The mob we are about to meet are superior in muscle, money, and influence. However, there is a code of conduct amongst the Mafia; etiquette, if you will. Therefore, the head of the Serrano family has agreed to meet us without hesitation. As long as we remain respectful, this meeting should be pretty straight forward.

The only snag I can envision is if they refuse to give us information on Dominga or, even worse, if they accept she murdered Jose but refuse to hand her over… that is grounds for war. Hopefully, that will not happen.

“Are we both straight about what we are doing?” Sal asks me again. She taps her foot and chews the inside of her cheek, and I raise her hand to my lips and kiss it.

“We are straight. Don’t worry, mi amor, we’ve got this.”

We pull up outside a converted warehouse on the Thames. At one point, these buildings would have been ruins but now they are affluent and sought after.

The door is manned by heavies who frisk and search us, leaving Sal fuming when they take her Glock off her. I scowl at the man who takes my wife’s plaything from her, but inside I’m laughing because if looks could kill, they’d all be buried. Sal seriously takes no prisoners. I never have to guess what is going on with her, because if she hasn’t told me, her face, behaviour and mannerisms always will.

Tony Serrano is around fifty years old, he is fat and balding and has a massive bulbous nose with blackheads so big I bet flies could live in there. He is head of the Serrano Family and is a widely renowned and respected man.

I have only met him twice myself, but he welcomes us both as old friends. He sits back down behind his heavy oak desk and directs Sal and I to the seats on the other side.

Tony congratulates us both on our marriage and gives Sal his condolences for her papa passing away. When his minion returns with drinks for us all, he lights his cigar and asks us how he can help us.

“Tony, as you know, my papa was poisoned. We now know he was with a member of your family when he died. She was his mistress for many years. I would like to speak to her to establish her involvement. Out of respect to you and your family, I have approached you first, so you know what I want and why.”

“Tell me who your father's mistress was and what evidence you have, please, Salma,” Tony replies calmly. I have to give the man his due: he has heard us out and remained calm. The rumours about him are true.

“The evidence we have is that my father was with his mistress when he died, and they had been together for two days prior. She called my mother when she found my father had died and coerced her into covering up for them.” Sal lays out all the evidence as she talks, the CCTV images, the bank statements and the pathology report.

“His mistress is called Dominga and she is the mother of his son too. We believe she killed my father to ensure her son gets the firm.”

Tony sits back in his seat, contemplating what we’ve said before answering us.

“I know Dominga and, without knowing anything more, I would definitely agree she is capable of doing this. She has gone underground since we discovered her association with werewolves. You know we police and tolerate them. Well, she has shacked up with one, a young one at that.” Chugging on his cigar which stinks like camel shit, he sits forward as he addresses us. “She refers to him as J.R. and we believe he is part of the Moon Stone Pack. The Alpha is called Xavier if you want to go and pay him a visit.”

My blood runs cold as I look at Sal. This werewolf keeps coming up on our radar. However, this time, he will lose his throat if he has anything to do with Jose’s death.

“Do you have any current whereabouts for her? Anything we can follow-up? And what about her son? I think he might be involved and I want to question him too.” My voice trails off when I see a smirk forming on Tony’s face.

“Alejandro, I promise you if Dominga is found by my men, I will call both you and your wife back up here to interrogate her. However, her son is off limits. I can assure you he had nothing to do with this.”

The message is clear: he knows Jose’s son. He knows and he is protecting him.

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