MafiWolf

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Yo, I want no funny business with my story😑

Any way- enjoy🥳

I climbed out of the car and adjusted my cufflinks looking and hearing for anybody that had no business with the about to be dead body or strays that I wasn't bothered about.

I walked into the filthy ally I had packed my car in front of, one of my men was in there, I don't know his name or more tgan half of the men that work for me but. I do know all who work for me, not usually by their names of course, but I never forget a face.

Three was also a twig of a human too thin to be dead meat, fucking drug addict and dried as shit. I also smelt something, something feminine and expensive, it tickled my sensitive nose and made my wolf stair, I ignored him completely, I had standards and I couldn't pick up if it was a werebitch or a human.

The scent was coming from the vents below of the candy store by the ally, that made me raise a brow and wonder what on earth she's doing in there briefly. There where more important matters at hand.

The twig cornered by one of my men was a shivering leaf in a storm begging for something he'll never get, mercy or forgiveness, I didn't give out such things.

The bastard didn't do much actually, he got some info on me and cut off some of my buyers making me loose a few grands, actually chicken change to my net worth and fortune, still he shouldn't have messed with me. Me? Out all the other useless Mafiwolves out there? That just says in bold words 'HE'S AN IDIOT'. And the world didn't need him, there where plenty others.

The scent from the vent was getting stronger, I heard rattling from the vent and it fell down, finally I could identify the female as........ mixed breed? My wolf instincts were curious and wanted to examine her. The person at the back of me caught my interest and as I was about to turn and acknowledge the new delectable, when my man had put bullets in the twig, but not anywhere fatal, its was first step to good torture. I nodded, impressed by the accuracy of his shots. I made a mental note to call him forth when I'm back at the Head Quarters, he could make a good lap dog.

Suddenly, the female behind me squeaked and jumped on my back, it made me stagger a little, not that she was heavy, but I was shocked that she went for that option, didn't she notice the natural alpha power that kept everyone else on their toes or the fact that you're not suppose to do such when the person you're jumping on is a stranger, in these parts if the city?

I could hear her pathetic whimpers and feel her body shake immensely with terror, it struck something inside of me and I felt my heart contract, it was very discomforting. The twig was screaming and my man didn't even flinch or made to stop him, just stared like he was thinking of how to make things more interesting and he did when his right hand rose and slashed his face with claws making the twig scream louder.

That was brash, it wasn't well calculated and there's too much blood too early. He needs to improve his skills, learn how to torture better. Like a predator to prey.

The females whimpering was almost hysteria, I almost forgot she was still clinging on to me. I felt affected by her distress, like I couldn't breath. I knew I had to get her out of the place or I would feel more weird like I already am.

Hesitant, I tore my eyes away from the bloody scene ant turned around.

As I walked towards my car, my mind was reeling about the female on my back, she was so small, her legs couldn't wrap around my chest half way. She smelt of wealth but not that fame or power that usually came with it, I could also smell the innocence of her body, my wolf was quite famished at this point.

She was definitely worth something to herself or someone but what was she doing in an ally? How did she even get there?

Rich females like her are people who are put under surveillance twenty four, seven. Besides, why was she scared so much? This part of the city was for the rich that had red money.

I was starting to have an headache from stressing so mych. The girl on my back hasn't even readjusted her grip on my suit with how much she was shaking, holding on so tight she might have used glue on her hands before pouncing on me.

I wanted to open the car when the twig started to scream even louder and I wanted to see how good the guy was but when the little thing on my back started to whimper hysterically again I just sighed. I wasn't even sure why I hadn't taken my gun and shot the brains out of the female yet but I believe it's because my wolf still wants to fuck.

"Get down." The words were deep, rough, scratchy and so uncomfortable even to my ears.

I didn't say much, it wasn't my nature apart from the fact that I was part wolf and as a good hunter stealth was a companion and it always brought along its own companion, silence. Talking to anyone never appealed to me. I could go weeks with out saying a single word my expressions and actions spoke loud enough in the mafia and the outside world.

My words were useless because the girl pressed her face into my back and shook her head along with tightening her grip on my suit, it is a wonder how that was even possible with the already existing iron grip. A low whine reverberated from her chest, I knew she was begging me not to tell her to let go, I sighed again and wonder where this was all going.

Reluctantly, I spoke again. "But I need to drive and I can crush you if we are get in like this." She did show any sign of reacting at first until she started shifted on my back to the side and I raised my arm not sure what she was doing until she shifted completely from my back to my chest and still held my suit with that infamous grip, he face buried in my chest.

Again, I was shocked and stared at her braided head for a moment. The girl was something else and also giving me a headache.

The twig had stopped screaming and my ears perked up wondering why and I heard sloshing sounds and grunts, I didn't understand until my nose stung with the arousal of my man. Not ideal, but I honestly didn't care as long as the twig dies painfully in the end.

With the girl, I climbed into my car and sped out of the area like I was higher than a kite. I love riding as I wish and there would be no ticket for me as long as my driver plate was my initials, telling all those who see it who was driving.

C.M.C.

Ciran Maximus Caiden.

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