Mafia's African Rose

Dominion

UNKNOWN POV:

I swirled the amber liquid in my glass, watching the way the light refracted through it like liquid fire. A knock echoed at the door.

"Boss, your phone," one of my men said as he entered, bowing slightly.

I took the phone from him, bringing it to my ear.

"Father," I drawled, knowing exactly what mood he'd be in.

"Why didn't you kill the bitch?" his voice barked through the receiver. "They shot the wrong one!"

A slow, sinister smile crept across my face. "Patience, Dad," I replied, my tone calm, "There's more fun in playing with the prey before delivering the kill."

"There's no time for this, Sasha!" his anger crackled like static over the line.

I leaned back in my chair, savoring the moment. "You know, Dad," I began, my voice a low rumble, "I've been wondering what kind of heavenly pussy could turn the great Alexio into such a sentimental fool. It must be something special. I might just want a taste of it myself."

"You're out of your mind," he hissed. "This isn't a game. Kill the whore and end this!"

I chuckled darkly, setting my glass down with a soft clink. "Now, now. Leave everything to me. I'll handle it," I said, ending the call abruptly before he could protest further.

ALEXIO's POV

The study was suffocating with tension, the air heavy with unspoken threats and the promise of violence. Leon, Damon, Luca, Austin, and I weren't alone. Giovanni had joined us, his presence as commanding as ever, his sharp eyes scanning the room. A veteran of the family, he was the kind of man who didn't waste words or patience.

The rest of the inner circle filled the space as well—Carlo, my logistics expert, and Mateo, the head of intelligence. These were the men who had helped me build my empire, and now they sat around the table, their expressions grim, knowing what this attack meant.

"This meeting isn't optional," I started, my voice hard as steel, addressing the room. "We've just been hit in our own home. The one place that's supposed to be untouchable. I want answers."

Giovanni leaned forward, his fingers steepled. "The precision of the attack tells us one thing—this wasn't a small-time operation. Whoever did this had resources and access." His voice was calm, but the menace in his tone was clear.

"Resources they wouldn't have without help from the inside," Leon added, slamming his fist on the table. "We have a rat."

Mateo nodded. "I've already started digging into guard rotations and staff records. Whoever sold us out won't stay hidden for long."

Carlo cleared his throat. "The attack wasn't just bold; it was strategic. They aimed to cause chaos, to make a statement. They knew exactly where to strike and how to hit us where it hurts."

"And let's not forget their target," Luca interjected, his eyes narrowing. "This wasn't about money or drugs. This was personal."

I clenched my jaw, my mind flashing back to the chaos. To Angel. The bastards had come for, My fists tightened at the thought, the need for vengeance coursing through my veins.

Giovanni's voice broke through my thoughts. "What's the move, Alexio?"

I stood, towering over the table, my gaze sweeping across the room. "First, we secure the house. Luca, I want eyes on every corner of this property. No one comes or goes without us knowing. Carlo, tighten up our supply chains. If this was a diversion to hit our business, they'll be in for a rude awakening."