Death is his middle name when messed with...
Vladimir Albert Darkclaw, a name that sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest souls. His piercing blue eyes and chiseled features seemed chiseled from the very darkness itself. As the Alpha of the Feral Fury Pack and Lord Marino Jenkins of the underworld Mafia, he ruled with an iron fist, his dominance unchallenged. At the mention of his name even the devil himself gives way for him.
His background was shrouded in mystery, but whispers of his brutal rise to power and merciless tactics had cemented his infamous reputation. Those who crossed him were dealt with swiftly and brutally, their fate a warning to others who dared to challenge his authority. He's known as Lucifer.
Lucifer sat in his study going through some files when his Beta, Mikhail Baryshnikov Darkclaw, walked in. There is no difference with the two, just that Vladimir is the chosen one by the moon goddess to be the Alpha of the Pack but Vladimir chose him as his Beta and his right hand man in the Underworld Mafia.
"Any update?" Lucifer asked, not looking up from the documents he was signing. He recognizes his scent.
"We have a mission in America because Jackson Hewitt is trying to pay a smart game with us. I have checked all the statistics of American Clan and found out that he's taking 80% of the incomes and sending to us only 20% income from the money made during the exchange of every month.. He faked all the documents that he has been sending to us, this has been going on for years." Mikhail explained, dropping new documents on the table.
"He asked for death and that he would get. Send some boys to all the debtors to collect my money that there time has expired, it's time to change some slaves" Lucifer sneered coldly.
"Yes my Alpha" Mikhail bowed slightly, walking out of his office.
Lucifer dropped all his paperwork and stood up from his chair which looks like a thrown made with pure gold. He looked out his window, memories of his past hunting him, he walked up to the pictures of his family. His fingers traced the edge of a photograph, the faces of his lost family etched into his memory like a curse.
Vlad's icy blue eyes hardened as he remembered that night, the blood, the screams, and the burning rage that had fueled his rise to power. Now, at 26, he is now the undisputed lord of the underworld Mafia, a figure feared by all. He would avenge his family and kill those who killed them.
Lucifer is a man who doesn't want any attachments from the both genders. That's why he killed his fated mate as soon as he found her, he can't afford to have weakness. Suddenly he's eyes changed to dark red.
"What do you want Annihilator?" He asked his wolf.
*I miss the taste of human blood. We need to go hunting* Annihilator growled.
"Don't growl on me. We are getting new slaves tomorrow night, have patience till then" Lucifer muttered, cutting him off completely.
Mikhail walked out of his chambers, he pulled out his phone and made a call.
"Get the Jet ready we will be leaving soon" he ended the call and pressed the button on wall. Within seconds everyone was present in the main hall. Even a minute late, and met your tragic end.
"Luciano! Gather some boys and leave at the first stroke of dawn to all our debtors. It's time to collect all the money back and if anyone doesn't pay. You know what to do" Mikhail ordered.
"I totally understand Lord Mikhail" Luciano replied with a bow. Luciano Pavarotti is more like the third boss in the Clan. He's not a werewolf but knows alot about them. Majority in the Clan are werewolves, while some aren't. While some doesn't even know that werewolves even exits in the world.
"Lord Marino and I will be leaving tonight for an important mission, Luciano is in charge and disobeying means bringing death to miserable yourself and family members" he thundered once again before turning to walk out, going into his chambers to get ready for the bloody bath ahead.
KIZHI VILLAGE
April Lopez stood by the kitchen sink, her hands submerged in soapy water as she scrubbed the dishes. Her voice filled the small, rustic kitchen, singing her favorite song, "Arcade," with a clear, melodic tone that belied the simplicity of her surroundings, although it's a sad song but she derives joy in singing it. The old wooden cabinets, the worn-out linoleum floor, and the faded floral curtains that framed the small window were all familiar to her, as was the view outside – the same sleepy village she had known all her life.
As she sang, she noticed her Aunt Maria sitting at the table, staring out the window with a troubled expression. Aunt Maria, a woman in her late forties with graying hair pulled back into a tight bun, had raised April since she was a baby after her parents had died in a car accident. Maria was a strong woman, but today, she seemed particularly worn down, her face etched with worry.
"Aunt Maria," April said, her voice soft with concern as she wiped her hands on a towel. "You've been so moody all day. What's wrong?"
Maria sighed heavily, her shoulders slumping as she turned to face April. "It's the debt collectors, dear. They're coming tomorrow to collect the money I owe them, and I don't have it."
April's heart sank at her aunt's words. She knew that times had been tough, but she hadn't realized just how dire their financial situation was. "How much do we owe?" she asked, moving to sit beside Maria at the table.
"A lot more than we can afford," Maria admitted, with a trembling voice "I've tried everything, but I just can't come up with the money. I'm so sorry, April. I don't know what we're going to do."
April reached out and took her aunt's hand, squeezing it reassuringly. "We'll figure something out, Aunt Maria. We always do."
Maria shook her head, tears welling in her eyes. "I don't see how we can get out of this one, April. If we don't pay, they'll take the house. We have nowhere else to go."
April's heart skipped, trying to think of a solution. She had never been allowed to leave the village, her aunt always insisting it was too dangerous. But now, as she looked at Maria's defeated expression, she knew she had to do something. "What if I went to the city?" she suggested hesitantly. "Maybe I could find work there, earn some money to help pay off the debt."
Maria's eyes widened. "No, April! The city is too dangerous. You don't know what it's like out there. You've never been outside the village."
"I know, but I can't just sit here and do nothing," April insisted. "I have to try, Aunt Maria. For both of us."
Maria's face softened, but the worry didn't leave her eyes. "I don't want to lose you, April. You're all I have left."
April hugged her aunt tightly, feeling her resolve strengthen. "You won't lose me. I promise. I'll be careful, and I'll come back as soon as I can."
Maria clung to her for a moment before pulling back and looking into her eyes. "If you really think this is the best way, then I won't stop you. But please, be careful."
"I will," April promised, her voice firm. "I'll leave tomorrow morning."
"Okay. Return to your chores" Maria said, looking at her. April looked at her one more time, before walking back to the kitchen.
Maria looked at her feeling sad. She borrowed from Lord Marino Jenkins to sustain there life but now it looks like, she would loss everything. The world outside this village is very dangerous because of them and once Lord Marino sets his eyes in a woman he takes them by force. She protected her Cousin but she doesn't think she can do anymore. She knows that April is still very innocent and naive making her more expensive. Lord Mikhail is coming to collect his money tomorrow, meaning that she can exchange April and still get more money.
Her greedy side kicks in.
