Miguel's POV.
“Let him go, you know that he is drunk, please, I promise he is not always like this.” The plea of the drunk fool’s friend got to me. The plan was not to draw attention to myself but I did more than that already. “Do your worst!” The drunk male in front of me yelled. Even from the way he pulled himself, the only reason why he was still standing was because I held him. His legs had failed him,one small strike from me and we'd have a murder on our hands. “Not today!” I spat as I threw him to the ground, “I have better things to do with my time than waste it on you.” I turned to his friend who was by his side, “and next time, when you both decide to leave the house, I suggest you get a string leash, he might not be so lucky.” I said as I walked out the bar angrily. This was the last straw, a horrible day I had and just when I thought I was going to find comfort some drunk guy comes along to ruin it. My phone dinged and I got it out of my pocket, only then did I realise that I was soaking wet with beer. “That bastard!” I cursed as I shook my phone furiously, the idea of the beer damaging my phone pissed me off and I fought against the urge to head back to that bar. I felt for my gun, it was still in its place, he was lucky. I unlocked my phone, it was a message from my father….at least that's what the first message read. Another message dropped, this time around it was a picture. I barely had time to open the picture when a call came in. I recognised the number And rolled my eyes, it was my obnoxious brother, half brother. “What is it Juan?” I asked. “Relax, it's not like you to be this hostile.” He said. First things first, Juan was not a friend, “can you be it with what you called me for?” “Fine,” he sighed, “I am sure you got your father's message?” “I would have, if you at least gave me time to read and go through it.” “There's no need for that, you seem to have a track record for not keeping to your word and an even bigger record for not being able to comprehend written words. So I am going to be of help to you today,” “The image and details sent to you by father happens to be your next target, and by all implications, your second and last chance to make a name for you in this family.” “You've been a sorry excuse for a mafia, but that's not entirely your fault, father's moment of weakness with that wretch of a woman produced you and now the true mafia bloods are stuck being your fairy godparents.” I was livid, Juan never missed a chance to rub my status in the mafia family in my face. “Enough, I got the message already.” I fumed, “now would you like to tell me what I need to know?” “Nothing much,” Juan answered, “all you need to know has been sent to you, but I can't overemphasize this, you have to kill him. He is a threat to our family. End the target and end him quickly. Don't give me an excuse to come after you, I would hate to kill you over something so simple.” “Are you threatening me?” I asked. “That depends on how you perceive it, I forgot one wouldn't call it a threat, more of a warning, a heads up.” I clenched my fist, my chest heaving, “I think we've said enough to each other. Goodbye.” “Goodbye brother!” The line went dead, the ringing sound from the phone was a huge testament to that. “Could this day get any worse?” I thought as I walked towards my bike. I revved my engine and put on my helmet And in a matter of seconds,I had the wind stinging the open part of my neck. “Welcome sire, I was almost afraid you would not return home tonight.” Pedro guardian and butler greeted. I tossed him my jacket and hand gloves without a word as I made my way up the stairs. “Oh, still in a horrible mood, perhaps you'd like this single malt whisky that I just got for you?” The idea of how the drink calmed me, but I was already rude to him. The least I could do was keep up with that front till the next day. I barely settled in when he came knocking at the door. “I will leave you to your thoughts and this Amazing brew.” I waved, and he got the message to leave me alone. I picked up my phone after having a shot of the whiskey which was wonderful just as Pedro said. I scrolled through some videos on YouTube before I settled on opening my brother's text. The picture took a while to d******d but when it did my mouth dropped to the floor. This looked a lot like the drunk guy I encountered at the bar. “What kind of sick trick is this?” I muttered, “there's no way in the world that this is real.” I scrolled through a couple other pictures that Juan sent to me and they were all the same. I caught a glimpse of his best friend, the one who pleaded for him in a couple photos so there was no way that this could be a mistake. “Pedro.” I called. Like lightning, Pedro was at my doorstep, “you called master?” “I need you to do some digging on someone for me and I need answers now.” “Sure sire.” Pedro replied confidently, “who is this person you seek?” I handed him my phone, “this Human!” Pedro took a glance at the picture and cleared his voice, “it's common knowledge who this is, especially amongst the family.” I was taken by surprise as everyone seemed to know who this person was except me. “Do you need help with this person? Is he bothering you?” Pedro continued. I knew that Pedro would send me his head ok express delivery once I gave the Command “Not yet,I just want to know about him.” “His name is Alejandro, at least that's all he goes by. A pest in the family who has cost us a lot, especially with your brother Juan.” “Juan claims that many of his failed missions are a result of this journalist investigating him, hence the threat he poses to the family.” I smiled, this ought to be fun, “I see…” I said to Pedro. “Prepare the guest room, if all goes well we might be having a guest by morning.”Alejandro's pov “Get in!” He barked.“Where are we headed?” I asked, clad in the beautiful tuxedo that I had found in the wardrobe of the room he Locked me in earlier.He might be a handsome man with terrible manners, but the few hours I had spent with him told me all I needed to know; he did not have terrible taste.“Do you ever shut your mouth?” Pedro, who was visibly annoyed, asked..“Just get into the act and do not say a word if you want to live.” Miguel warned.He sounded serious this time around and I had no choice than to obey.We got to a huge mansion and I barely had enough time to take a look at the environment till I was yanked inside by Miguel.“Now do not speak until you're spoken too.” He warned.Just as we made it past the front door,I noticed a very familiar face.“Ah shit!” Miguel cursed. Apparently the face made the both of us uncomfortable.“Bow!” He ordered.“What the fuck? No! There's no way you're going to go that far with me!” “Bow or you die!” He warned.I
Alejandro's pov.“It's cramped up in here..” I complained.His entire weight was pressed up against me and we both took in the same air.“Well it's a safe space built for one person in mind.” He replied.“Why don't you leave, after all you're the one who's quite handy with guns.” I scoffed.“Quiet, you'll expose both of us.”From where we hid, we could hear the conversation of those who were outside, “they must have gotten away.” “I doubt, I am very certain that they came here, where else would they go?” “They have to be in here.”“Search the entire room, remember our orders, kill on sight!”I could hear them scatter things from where we hid, the shattering sound of glass made me wonder how daft they could be.“We've checked everywhere.” A thick voice announced“The closet,try there.”I panicked, my chest heaving as I started feeling claustrophobic.“Get me out!” I muttered in fear.“Keep it cool, be calm.” The stranger said softly, “we are safe here.” I was not having that, “Get m
Alejandro's pov.“Now don't do anything stupid…” Samson said as he tucked me in bed, “especially calling that son of a bitch, you're only going to do yourself harm.”“Yes mother…” I said jokingly to which Samson chuckled.“You know I am just doing my best to keep you safe.” Samson said with worry etched on his face.“I will be leaving and I'll drop by early in the morning to check on you before I head out to work. I'll lock the door from the outside, you can unlock it yourself tomorrow morning yourself He turned off the light and closed the door behind him.I slowly fell asleep as I heard his car driving away but I was jolted back up when I heard the door knob rattling.“Samson?” I called out drowsily in the darkness, “did you forget something?” There was no response.I tried to remember if I ever heard him pulling back in my driveway but I guessed I must have been deep asleep to have noticed.I walked out my room to the living room sleepy eyed, “did you forget something? You know y
Miguel's POV.“Let him go, you know that he is drunk, please, I promise he is not always like this.”The plea of the drunk fool’s friend got to me.The plan was not to draw attention to myself but I did more than that already.“Do your worst!” The drunk male in front of me yelled.Even from the way he pulled himself, the only reason why he was still standing was because I held him.His legs had failed him,one small strike from me and we'd have a murder on our hands.“Not today!” I spat as I threw him to the ground, “I have better things to do with my time than waste it on you.”I turned to his friend who was by his side, “and next time, when you both decide to leave the house, I suggest you get a string leash, he might not be so lucky.” I said as I walked out the bar angrily.This was the last straw, a horrible day I had and just when I thought I was going to find comfort some drunk guy comes along to ruin it.My phone dinged and I got it out of my pocket, only then did I realise that
Alejandro's pov I stumbled into the dimly lit bar, the neon signs outside reflecting off the polished wood like a sad, desperate attempt to brighten up my mood. The bartender raised an eyebrow as I slid onto the stool, ordering another whiskey without even looking at the menu. Samson, my best friend since forever, appeared out of nowhere, concern etched on his face like a permanent marker. "Alejandro, slow down, man," he said, his voice low and soothing, but I waved him off. "Just one more, Sam," I slurred, my words barely making sense as the liquor took hold. The burn of the whiskey down my throat was a welcome distraction from the ache in my chest. Samson sighed, taking the stool next to me. "You're going to regret this tomorrow." I laughed, a bitter sound that scraped against my throat. "What's there to regret? I just got my heart broken by the one person I thought...never mind." Samson knew exactly who I was talking about. He'd been there for every late-night conversation