Mafioso

Chapter 6

Micah

Giving Alistair my phone number had to be on the top ten worst mistakes list. What was I even thinking? It seemed like the man either had a surplus of friends. Or a surplus of phones. Either one. Because as soon as he'd text me from one number. I'd block him, and then it would be on to the next one.

I'd have to give him one thing and one thing only. The man was persistent on what he wanted.

The messages started with a quick "Hey, it's Alistair." Then as I continued to block his number, the next day it was. "Did you block me on purpose?" So on and so forth. Then it seemed like he would start bothering me at not just one but both of my jobs, which turned out to be a nuisance at the bar because he would drive my potential other customers away. Then that's when it became a problem for me because I no longer had that extra flow of cash coming in to help me afford to live.

With rent coming up, I was getting desperate. To the point where I damn near was half tempted to ask an alpha, I had previously fucked if they'd like another lay just to make ends meet.

Like fuck, didn't Alistair have work?

Somehow, when I walked into both jobs today, he hadn't shown up. I didn't realize I had been looking for the alpha until I left the bar after my shift. I felt like my senses were heightened to the alpha because I was always prepared to attempt to worm my way from the alpha. It was more tiring anticipating him than it was trying to push him away.

I lugged my backpack over my shoulder, braving my walk back home for the night. My ears peaked at every sound. From clattering in the alleyways to the sounds of others' voices. I swallowed and quickened my pace. I had a feeling in my gut that wouldn't go away.

Usually, when I had those feelings, nothing good came from them.

When I turned down my street, three alphas walked out of the alleyway in front of me. I bowed my head, trying to avoid the trio and walk around them. I was almost past them when one of the burly men grabbed onto my shirt, pulling me back to them.

"Where do you think you're going, omega?" The man's voice was gruff.

I knew better than to tell him anything because saying anything was even more of a risk than not at all.

"Hey, you deaf? He asked you a question." One of the other two alpha's slurred. I kept my eyes averted to the ground to avoid theirs. I didn't want to cause trouble, nor did I want to be in it either.

When I didn't respond, the alpha, who hadn't talked yet, smacked the side of my head. Attempting to get a reaction out of me. "He asked you a question. Stop playin' stupid." He grabbed my face, forcing me to look him in the face.

I let out a whimper, "Home." My voice was shaky.

The man that had a hold of my shirt pushed me up against the building closest to us. He pushed my face sideways and moved his hand down to my ass. "How about you give us an 'I'm sorry' gift for bumping into us?" The alpha pushed himself up against my backside. The other two alphas stood at my sides.

I could feel his hard-on against my ass. I furrowed my brows, trying not to poke the bear. "Let the boy go." A deep alpha's voice appeared.

Alistair.

"What are you gonna do if I don't?" The man asked.

I could hear the clicking sound, and it didn't take a genius to know that it was a gun. "You tell me?" I still couldn't move my head because he still had a strong grip on me.

"You wouldn't shoot us." The man replied.

"Do you wanna test it? I just had it cleaned." Alistair responded.