*** Ryan ***
I am absolutely raging. Rose calls me and tells me she has told Eva all about us and now I’m not getting another penny from her. So, I send the videos straight to Eva and Claude and say if I don’t get the £250k I was promised, I will post them everywhere.
Claude tells me to go to hell and he has thrown Rose out so I am free to do what I want with the videos since he isn’t interested anymore.
My whore of a wife doesn’t even respond. Not a word, nothing! I am furious that she wasn’t at least upset; why isn’t she shouting and crying and screaming at me? Where the fuck was my money?
On top of that, I have several voicemails, none from Eva at all but from Melanie, my mother, and the police. All with the same message.
There is a warrant out for my arrest. I am wanted for financial coercion, financial abuse, fraud, theft, blackmail, and assault amongst other things. Why is everyone out to get me?
I have a plan anyway, to get everyone to regret they ever slighted me, and I am going to put it into place straight away. Once I am finished, everyone will feel sorry for me and will be begging forgiveness for ever treating me like this.
I can’t wait to have them all eating out of my hand and worshipping me once again.
*** Xavier ***
Once I return to Moon Stone after meeting my daughter, my mate links me straight away. I do not know what your game is, Xavier Woodward, but you had best release my son from your dungeon. I sigh wearily; she is no closer to forgiving me and now Junior is also threatening to come between us.
Can we talk? I ask her but she growls at me.
I have nothing left to say and I don’t believe a word you say. Just get Junior out, he is the future Alpha, and we look weak and conflicted having him in the dungeon. I wish it was as simple as that but it’s not.
My love, I can’t. He has put us all in danger and I don’t know if I can get us out of it. If you want to discuss it properly, meet me in my office.
I am tired and mindlinking is taking too much energy. Right now, I have one child who hates my guts and one who I could throttle to death. I’m too old for this but I know this is all my own making.
Xavier Junior is a spoiled brat because we made him that way. We knew he would be our only pup because of my mate’s difficult pregnancy, and we have therefore catered to his every whim. Now, as a grown man, he is a nightmare.
Junior is childish, demanding, entitled and most importantly… stupid. I don’t think I can overlook this last transgression on top of the way he treated his sister. He should never, ever interfere with Mafia business but that is exactly what he did and now we all have a noose around our necks.
I found out last night that he was instrumental in the death of one of the biggest Dons in our country and once his firm, family and allies find out, they will be out for blood. I don’t blame them; I would do the same. I blame my idiotic son who senselessly fell for a woman and her deluded stories of having Mafia and Wolf ruling the country together. Why wasn’t leading our pack enough?
Then there is the way he treated Evangelina and the way he spoke about her afterwards. I did not raise my son to be an abusive leech. He showed he has no respect for anyone, especially vulnerable women. I told him straight last night that I would name his sister my heir and he threatened to cut her throat.
It’s all such a mess and now with my mate not talking to me, I feel like the worries of the world are on my shoulders.
My Beta and best friend, Harman, knocks on my office door. “Welcome home, Alpha. Did your visit go well?” I shake my head and invite him to sit and talk.
Harman has been my Beta for almost thirty years. He is as tall as me and has rich copper skin and dark eyes. He has been telling me for years that it is time for us to retire but with my son being a useless psychopath and my daughter nowhere to be found, I felt unable to.
“She will come round, but did you feel her power? She has Alpha blood, she is your rightful heir, the heir to Moon Stone. I felt it when she came onto our lands.” Harman had told me of the pull he felt towards my daughter; not a mate pull, but a loyalty pull. His wolf identified hers as its Alpha Heir.
I had also felt a kinship with her but stupidly thought she may have been Junior’s mate until I heard her name and saw her stood side-by-side with her brother. They have the same blue eyes and the same thick brown hair. She is petite like her mother and Junior is over a foot taller than her, but the similarity between them was plain to see.
“Yeah, I felt it, and I think you’re right. But at this moment in time, Evangelina hates my guts for not being in her life when she needed me, and I can’t blame her. We have to go slow and hope eventually she will want to be my Alpha Heir.”
“So, we agree that Junior is unfit to lead?”
I nod my head, unable to say the words because despite his faults, I still love my son. I just don’t like him very much.
*** Sal ***
I hate him. I hate him so much for causing my best friend so much suffering and for neglecting the little girl who sincerely has been the sunshine in my life.
I want revenge, I want to destroy him like he's tried to destroy Eva. How much suffering can one woman endure? And why should she have to?
Alejandro has been my rock and will fully support me as I finally put an end to that pathetic waste of organs. The inspiration for a traditional and particularly sadistic Mafia torture method hit me from nowhere and excitement and anticipation fill me at the thought: scaphism. Well, the Spanish Mafia version of scaphism, since we don’t use the boats like they used to. I remember papa teaching me about our history and him telling me this was the most gruesome and harrowing form of torture and execution. I think it’s a fitting end for Ryan Jefferson.
Years ago, a slow death was given to those vile creatures who didn't deserve mercy. It involved mutilating the person in question before force-feeding them a diet of milk and honey. Afterwards, they would be strapped into a narrow boat and left on an expanse of open water. The diet would cause diarrhoea and the open wounds would fester, and both things would attract flies and bugs and eventually cause death. To prolong the agony, you could continue to feed them milk and honey, giving them enough sustenance to keep them alive for torture purposes, while honey is spread over sensitive parts to attract even more critters to attack them over a long period of time.
Adrenaline pumps through my veins as I ready the rope to tie him down. I want that bastard to suffer. He will know by the end of this what it means to suffer.
"Sal?" I hear my Ale shout at me, but when I look around, I can't see him. "Salma!" Where is he?
His hand grips my shoulder and disappointment overwhelms me when I wake to realise it was just a dream. That slippery bastard continues to elude me. Anger and a thirst for vengeance flood me, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth.
"I need to kill him, Ale, it's consuming me. What that fucker has put Eva and Summer through is unforgivable." Ale holds me close.
"Ssshhh mi amor, we will get him, I promise."
*** Melanie ***
As I dance around the kitchen listening to music, I daydream about all the things I would do and say if Ryan was to ever come back.
“I love you, Mel, it’s always been you. I am so sorry for being a bastard, let’s get married and we’ll live happily ever after,” he would say, full of sorrow and remorse.
I would shake my head at him, all strong and independent. “No, Ryan, you had your chance, and you blew it. Maybe you should have wanted me when you could have had me, and not as a last resort.”
He cries and I can physically see his pain. “Mel, please, I can’t live without you. Give me another chance.”
“No. No more chances Ryan, I deserve better than you,” I would tell him with authority before walking away.
I thought I would never look back, but then I went back through the scenario and came to a better conclusion. This time when I look back, Ryan falls to his knees, holding his chest. I run to him but it’s too late. He has died of a broken heart. Now he knows how it truly feels.
It’s just fanciful thinking, but I would love to see Ryan get his just desserts.
*** Alejandro ***
If there’s one thing I cannot stand to see, it’s mi amor upset and enraged. She wants revenge on Ryan Jefferson for the way he has abused and mistreated her best friend. And what Salma wants, I will give her. I will do anything to see her smile and right now, this is in my power and I am more than willing to total that fucker for what he has done and for troubling my wife’s peace of mind.
I watch him from the burner car, the car that is reported as stolen and will be burnt out once I have finished using it, rendering all evidence unusable. Ryan is wasted and oblivious to anyone and everything around him. I wait for him to stumble towards my car and then I open the door once he is close to me.
“Ryan Jefferson?” I call out to him, and he sneers at me. It’s plain to see he is as high as a kite.
“Yeah, who wants to know?” I take out the Maxim 9 pistol and shoot him between the eyes by the time he finishes his sentence. He dies instantly, his body looking like it folds in on itself. His eyes remain open, staring blankly and the hole between his eyes trickles only a tiny amount of blood.
“No one, not anymore, you piece of shit.”
As I drive the car to the compound, I turn on the tape deck, and sing along to Julio Inglesias. Once I am done here, I will get my ice cream and decompression sex from my beautiful wife.
“Ale, Alejandro! Will you stop daydreaming or let me drive at least, please?” My wife shouts at me, and I realise I haven’t killed that slimy mother fucker, it’s all in my head, but now that I know how satisfying it will be, I want to do desperately. I want to see my Sal smile, and killing Ryan Jefferson will make her happy again.