Chasing Sofia

Alex’s POVI took the last sip of the shots in front of me, closing my eyes as I welcomed the burning sensation in my throat as it went down my system. I was through a bottle of bourbon and three shot cups and just like that, I was ready for the day. I was going to walk down the aisle today and get married to the lady I had never met because I wanted my father to finally step down from his throne as the Crow Cartel king and give it to me. I wasn’t the one that was supposed to inherit it when my father stepped down. It was supposed to be my brother and now that he was dead, I was next in line.Ever since I was a kid, I had always wanted it, and for most of my life I thought I was never going to get it. Now, it was happening for me and I was celebrating with alcohol, my best friend since before I was of age. All it took for my father to agree to give me the crown as the king was to get a fiancée and get married with a two weeks deadline. It wasn’t a problem because I had a lot of women

ALEXI don't think I've ever been this happy before, well, I have, until that woman ran away.Nevertheless, I was filled with excitement and anticipation after pitching my father's security company to Sofia which I knew she wouldn't refuse. Not after I had made a strong impression by offering her a discount, I couldn't help but feel confident about the potential partnership which was certainly going to lead to her to her death. With my business card in her possession, I eagerly awaited her call, hoping that it would bring good news.I had never felt the need for revenge the way I did now. I wanted to crush that bitch in my hands, but before killing her, I wanted her to beg for mercy, beg so much. I wouldn't listen, I would slowly kill her, that was my plan. With the way things were, and how desperate she was speaking the other night at the bar, I was certain she would turn up anytime.In the meantime, I decided to pay a visit to the security company, I've been here twice as a child. A

ALEXMy back ached from sitting on the chair for that long. It was time to quit. I had worked for almost twelve hours. Sifting through documents, signing papers and crosschecking files. It wasn't my thing but there wasn't much of a choice. I hated the fact that I had to resort to the oddest situations anytime I got into a mess. I wanted to lead the mob, but here I was, sitting down like a clerk working in one of the lowest cover companies of my father. Anyone who heard my story would laugh, it would be a bigger joke when they'd realize my brother made it and I didn't. The task was to marry a girl, and I failed. I wished I could have taken one of the girls that went crazy for me and made an arrangement. I would have been the king now, not sitting here, typing and sulking at my unfulfilled life.I packed my things up, and stood up to get ready. It was my first day and I was already exhausted for the whole month. If I could I never wanted to come back there anymore. But I had to prove my

SOFIA"Where do I start from?" I stared at the suitcases with my hands akimbo.I was looking at the boxes and suitcases that surrounded me. It took two days to successfully transfer my clothes and other things into these cases and boxes without letting Olivia know. It was easy because we had different wardrobes, she couldn't look into my own stuff and I couldn't too. The moment I made the decision to run away, I knew I had to do it, there was no going back and I didn't regret it even though there was nothing that was bringing me steady means of income."Too much to do." I muttered. I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over me. It had been days, or perhaps a week since I had run away from my stepfather and my mafia groom, and yet, I still couldn't bring myself to unpack. Part of me was afraid of what it would mean to unpack; it would mean that I was here to stay, and that thought terrified me. I had grown up with the constant fear of my step father's wrath, and the thought of

ALEXI had to try my luck again. I felt like a teenager that was in a new relationship constantly looking at my phone for a call or a message. It was disheartening. I sat in my hotel room thinking about where I could have done better. She must have forgotten by now. It'd been too long. I missed my easy life while I still played hockey. I should probably ask my private investigator to search for her again. I should bump into her somehow and act surprised. That was the only option I had. Coz there was no way she ignored my suggestion of the company. Did she have that much confidence in herself? I stood up to get ready.Things were going well back at home, and although it was hard to admit, it hurt that my father didn't bother to call or ask about my well being. He should have disowned me a long time ago. Somehow I still wanted to prove to him that I wasn't useless. I wanted to be better than him. I couldn't call the feeling I had love, it wasn't hate either. I just didn't like him somet