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Chapter 15

Kayla's POV

I made sure that the guy was long gone before I took the letter to my dad. Spike, Vegas, and I searched the woods to ensure he was gone. Walking into my dad's office, he was working on the computer when he saw us. He noticed the look on my face and then the object in my right hand.

"What is that, Kayla?" I shrugged, handing it to him.

"Some guy dressed in all black came out of the woods and handed it to me, asking me to give it to the person in charge. After he left, we made sure he was long gone before coming here to hand this to you. I didn't open it," I explained.

He looked down at it and then back up at us. "Well, shall we see what it is?" He opened it up. It appeared to be a letter, and now I was curious about its contents. I didn't have to wait long because my dad began reading it aloud. By the time he finished, I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of addressing the letter to the "dear mafia family." They clearly had no idea who we were. As I listened to the rest of the letter:

Dear Mafia Family,

I am Duchess Sasha, speaking on behalf of Lycan King Lucas.

I am unsure of how to begin this letter to your family. He needs your help as rogues are infiltrating our kingdom and there are individuals stealing money from us and our government. Though we suspect a certain individual, we have not seen him in years. Having heard of your reputed power and ability to locate debtors, we are willing to offer over ten million dollars for you to come here and uncover the perpetrators behind the thefts and the reasons for rogue intrusions.

Duchess Sasha

‘Was this person for real? The only lycan king I knew about was my grandfather, Mercury Black. How is there another king out there?' Dad put the letter down on the desk, looking at us with a confused look on his face. Picking the letter back up, he read it to himself this time. He appeared more confused than before. His eyes glazed over as if he was linking someone. A few minutes later, both Grandma and Grandpa came into the office in a hurry.

"What is it, son? What's the problem? Who do we have to kill?" I softly laughed. Grandpa was always eager to protect his children. Grandma was standing back by the door, looking displeased with her mate. She was glaring daggers at him, still upset after a few days. I watched Dad hand him the letter. He started reading it out loud so Grandma could hear what it said. After finishing reading, he placed the letter down on the desk. I couldn't deal with this anymore; I had to know what the deal was.

"Grandpa, this man is claiming to be the lycan king. How can he be the king when you are the lycan king? What's going on here?" I heard him chuckle, then he walked over to me and held my hands.

"Sweetheart, I'm not the lycan king. I was the mafia king. Trust me, if I were the king of all lycans or werewolves, there would be no rogues at all. This man needs our help, well, y'all's help. We will not be going; this is all up to you. I'm officially retired from the mafia," He turned to grandmother, who looked shocked. He walked over to her, smiling from ear to ear, "I plan on taking my mate on a long-overdue vacation. I don't care where we go, honey. It is up to you where you want to go first. We can go to Paris, Hong Kong; I don’t care, as long as we are going together." Dad cleared his throat, and we all turned around to look at him. I knew what he was going to say because he never says no to someone needing help, just like his dad used to do. If someone needed help, he would help. Mom walked into the room and said,

"So, how are we going to get in touch with this so-called lycan king? We don’t even know where he is or how to get in touch with him." I think Dad was keeping Mom informed on things while she was at the doctors. We all stood there wondering the same thing. Is this guy really a king of lycans, or is that what they call him? I knew his name was Lucas because that's what they called him in the letter. So as far as I am concerned, his name is Lucas. He is no king to me. I never heard of him; neither have any of us. Why is he looking for our help when he is a so-called king?

"Listen, everyone, we are going to need a team since Mom and Dad won’t be here. I'm going to need about twenty people. I know I want Spike, Vegas, Hawk, and, of course, my wife and daughter, Kayla. I want you to think about which of the warriors are the strongest; make sure they are. And I want ten guards to come with us. Grandpa, do you think your mate would come with us? I know she doesn't like using her magic, but if she could cast a truth spell around the castle, no one would be able to lie to us. Everything would be the truth."

"Yeah, I'm sure she will go. She might even know a little about this lycan king. I'll ask her when I head home.”

I am right here, and yes, I have heard of the lycan king. He had to be on the throne at a young age. He has turned everything around from what his father had done, in a good way, that is. But I haven't heard about him in so many years. What does he need, and when are we going?” ‘I don’t know; I don't even know when to leave here, to head there. We just got the letter today. I think that guy was one of his trackers that gave Kayla the letter, but who knows, all I know is the letter.” We were all thinking about the same thing, well, I think we were, when the phone started ringing. Dad just sat there watching it ring. Rolling my eyes, I decided I would answer the phone, “Hello, this is the mafia family. How can I help you today? For some reason, I thought I knew who this was. Could it be this guy who knows?” “So, have you all made your decision yet?” I knew that voice; it was that guy's voice. I decided to hand the phone to my dad. “It’s that guy who gave me the letter.” Taking the phone out of my hand, he answered the phone, "This is Isaiah. I am the mafia king. My father retired, and he passed the title to me. What do you need?” ‘What I need is your decision so I can tell the king whether I will not be bringing you or I will be bringing you. He needs your help,” “I don't see why you just couldn’t come here with my daughter, but since you decided to call, our decision is yes, we will help. Give me the address, and we will be there in a few days.” Dad grabbed a folder writing down a weird address. I thought we would be driving there; he was eighteen hours away. So, yes, we will be leaving tomorrow. If we only stop for gas, something to eat, drink, bathroom breaks, we would get there in two days. If we just stop for bathroom breaks and pack snacks, we would get there in a day and a half. We will see. He hung the phone up and told us to get the warriors. He asked dad to pick ten guards that he thought were the strongest. Once he has done that, he was done. ‘Son, when I said I was done, that means I'm done. You are the mafia king now, you will need to pick the guards. You have to learn, my son, all on your own. I have taught you everything you needed to know. Now it's your turn,” Mercury walked over to Cheyenne, holding her hands, he looked right into her eyes. ‘Cheyenne, I am deeply sorry for what I had said. I hope soon you will forgive me. But for right now, let's go home and pack. We have a trip to get to.” They left, leaving dad to get the guards together. He was right, dad needed to do this. I went to get the warriors.

I went to twenty; I knew Red would want to go, even though he thinks he's a badass. Let's see how badass he really is. I got Kelly, Duke, Tole, and a few others. They too thought Mercury was the only king, but I had to explain to them what he explained to me. They were still confused but wanted to go to see who this man really was. I, for one, will get to the bottom of this. Once I find out the truth about who he really is, I will expose him to everyone because of his lies.