Chapter 4

Alpha Aaron

“Once you find him, kill him on the spot." I instructed my men before Henry and I strode into the club.

The place was breezy with few people. It was still early, and the club had just resumed its night duty. I wouldn't have been here if not for a bastard who stole my diamonds and thought he could run away with them.

Henry and I headed straight to the bar, ignoring the hot chicks clawing to get a client for the night. My eyes glanced at a woman in a pretty floral dress at the end of the counter. She drank up a shot, grimanced and requested another one.

“Two night berries," Henry ordered, sliding into one of the stools. He looked more distressed than I was. After the diamond robbery, he hasn't brought himself to rest. He was my right-hand man and enforcer of our Mafia organization. Due to his terrifying status in the Mafia, he couldn't accept that a thief had gone past him without noticing.

“Chill out a little, Hen. I am pretty sure we will find him here," I said, trusting the Intel that gave me about the thief's location.

“Yeah, when he is found. I am going to fucking break his legs and make him eat it." Henry downed his shot once.

The only thing I was concerned about was retrieving the diamond stone the thief had stolen. I had only three days to stop the pack's curse from activating, and that diamond was the only way to stop it.

If not for my sister's carelessness, that thief would have never gone away alive. I drank my shot and requested another one while scanning the room for the thief.

I suddenly felt a lump on my arm, and Henry nudged me to look behind. I turned to meet the prettiest doe eyes staring up at me wide.

“Can I talk to you?" She was the woman at the corner in a floral dress. “I am a little bored and don't have anybody to talk to." She leaned forward and whispered. “My husband kicked me out, and my parents won't accept me back into the house."

I stared at her blankly, unable to find the right word to reply to her. Henry cleared his throat and nudged me to say something, but I remained silent.

Her face suddenly changed, and her eyes watered with tears. She broke down before I could fathom a word to say to her. Talking to a woman, aside from banging them against a wall, was difficult for me to do. This woman was the kind who needed emotional support, and I couldn't give that. I have never given any woman that before.

“You dumbass, don't just sit here and look dead. Talk to her," Henry mumbled in a low, annoyed tone.

“Why would I do that?" I asked, a little bit confused.

“Look at her neck piece." He pointed out, and I looked to see that it was a part of the diamond stone we were looking for.

“So what? You want me to yank it off her neck?" I questioned, but he shook his head, clearly pissed.

“Fucking talk to her and coax her with sweet words to give you the necklace. We don't have much time left. If we don't find the diamond stone tonight, kiss your damn prick goodbye," Henry reminded me of the curse.

I quickly grabbed the crying woman's stool and pulled her towards me with a force that made her crash into my chest.

“You said you were bored. Fortunately, I need entertainment." I smiled slightly, and she beamed instantly.

“Really!"

“Yeah."

"Okay, it's a sad story, though. My husband brought back his ex-girlfriend from high school, back home with a kid who looked exactly like him. He didn't hesitate to present a divorce document to me after I found out he was cheating on me in a public mall." She beat her chest, downing another cocktail.

“He is a total bastard for abandoning a beautiful woman like you for cheap shit," I cursed at her ex, and she giggled joyously.

“Do you know what is funny about this? He doesn't know that I am the key to his inheritance. His grandma would only pass down her wealth to him if he were married to me. This..." She held out the diamond necklace. “I made this," she mumbled, and I frowned.

She must be badly heartbroken to believe she can make diamonds. Just then, she brings out another diamond stone from her purse and shows it to me.

“Where did you get this?" I asked, staring at the diamond stone.

“I have a secret no one knows," she whispered, coming closer than she already was. “My tears turn to diamonds when I cry." She giggled, sitting back on her stool.

She must be joking. Her secret is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard in my decades.

If only she knew how important those diamonds were, she wouldn't make such a joke about it.

“You don't believe me," she said, staring at me intently.

“No, diamonds don't come from tears, sweetie. They are mined," I corrected, but she didn't take my answer lightly.

She squeezed her eyes shut and opened them again. Tears rolled down her face and hit the counter hard.

My brows widened in surprise as those drops drastically formed into a solid.

Diamonds. Her fucking tears turned into diamonds.