AUTHOR'S POV
Alaric's mansion,
09:43 p.m.
Alaric glided through the crystal-clear water of his mansion's pool, the coldness biting at his skin as he swam laps in the dim light of the evening.
The luxurious surroundings felt hollow to him, a stark contrast to the turmoil swirling in his heart. Each stroke was a desperate attempt to escape the consistent thoughts of her-the girl who had vanished without a trace.
Despite the opulence of his life, the power he wielded, and the aura that commanded respect, he felt utterly powerless in this situation.
He had searched every corner of his vast estate, enlisted the best private investigators, and even called in favors from influential contacts. Yet, the more he sought, the more elusive she became.
The weight of her absence surprisingly pressed heavily on his chest, as he pushed through the water.
He paused at the edge of the pool, water cascading off his body as he leaned against the cool tiles. The moonlight shimmered on the surface, reflecting his internal struggle.
He closed his eyes and an angelic face was all he could see.
He has blood of king's in his veins and he knows that power could bring anything and everything he desires, it's just a matter of time but he felt desperate at the same time because he has never missed someone before, never had waited for anything in his life.
As he lingered at the edge of the pool lost in his thoughts, his mother approached, her expression a mix of concern and love. She offered him a bathrobe, her voice gentle yet probing. "You look off, Alaric. What's going on?"
As he opened his eyes and found his mother standing on the edge he sighed getting out of the pool wearing a white slippers.
"Is this about italians again?" She asked again making him sigh.
The words feeling heavy on his tongue as he looked at her face. " There's a girl..." He began watching his mother arching her eyebrows at the mention of a girl in serious tone. She crossed her arms over her chest teasingly. "She has disappeared," he continued. "....and I can't shake the feeling that I need to find her. I've tried everything, but it's like she just vanished."
She smiled helping him wearing the bathrobe before standing in front of him knotting the robe on his waist. "My love, you have a power within you that can move mountains. If anyone can find her, it's you." Her unwavering support ignited a spark of determination within him, and he felt a renewed sense of purpose.
"Thanks, Mum." He hugged her loosely.
"Find her quickly because now I'm curious to know who has got my son's eyes." She patted his back adoringly.
He pulled away kissing her cheek with a soft smile. "Good night." With that, he turned and made his way toward his bedroom, the air around him heavy with a sense of authority.
A man followed closely behind him. "The waitress from Strippers Den has sent a message."
"Any updates?" Alaric inquired, his voice smooth yet firm, demanding attention.
"She wants to meet you in person tonight to disclose what she knows," the man replied, maintaining a respectful distance, aware of the gravity of the situation.
"Arrange for her to come here," Alaric commanded, rubbing his hair dry, his demeanor unwavering.
"She is hesitant. She claims it poses a risk," the man explained, choosing his words carefully.
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MAFIA'S WRONG TARGET
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