"You're late."

Clearing his throat, Alfredo only turned to look at Felipe giving him a side glance and nothing else, he turned to walk away.

"I know, I could care less."

"Uncle Benito was on the phone looking for you." Felipe added, suddenly Alfredo was paying attention. A shiver ran down his spine for some reason. Anything to do with Benito held no graceful news.

"And?"

"They found the Congolese girls... and we're being investigated. Everything is under control, Uncle Benito only requested that, if you can't manage... he is willing to take over for his brother's sake."

Alfredo let out a cynical laugh. "I need a drink." He said swiftly walking round his spacious presidential lounge. Pouring himself a glass, he quickly changed his mind and drank straight from the bottle.

"When will Benito fuck off my business? He is no uncle of mine quit calling him that."

"My apologies Alpha."

"How did he know about the girls?"

"Someone snitched, they were taken by the British embassy. It was all over the news, they might give a story soon about almost being trafficked in a cargo ship to Puebla city."

"How many are we talking?" Alfredo asked taking another swig of the acidic alcoholic beverage that burned his chest and eased his anxiety.

"...a little over nine..."

"That's too much, we can't kill them."

"Indeed Alpha that would be suspicious..." Felipe added.

"Arrange with Oso, I need everything cleaned. Nothing tied to us. No information what so ever, are we clear?"

"Yes, Alpha."

"Do not inform Benito anything. He has been waiting for me to fail and that is not going to happen."

"Yes, Alpha. All they know is that the trafficking was organized by a Mexican cartel but they can not pin point to us. There are many Mexican Cartels and even though the Molinero name and Sorona Cartel are one, they're never associated together in the media's eyes. To the world, you're a clean business man who is running his father's real estate business."

"Good point, Felipe. This is why I keep you by my side. You're a smart man."

"But you walking around eating falafel burgers in cheap clothing is not helping at all. With your image."

The thought of Mila instantly made him feel the weird torn of emotion. All good feelings, it felt mostly joyful even though this was a tight situation.

"I knew you'd follow."

"Granted, it is my duty. Your father on his deathbed asked me to vow on my life that I'd protect you for as long as I am here."

"I appreciate that, Felipe but—"

"No but's Alpha. Here is what you need to be focused on. First of all, you're here to woo Gareth's daughter. By marrying her you extend the empire and asserts. You will be able to unite the English and Mexican Mafia. Once married, you need to have a child that way... you can earn the rest of your inheritance. You will be untouchable with Garreth's daughter by your side not even Benito and his sorry ass will be able to come again you."

As if realizing something. Alfredo looked at Felipe. "I need Benito out of my father's  estate this minute. He needs to move out."

"Did you—"

"Benito is the snitch Felipe. He pretends to be apart of the meetings and decision making just so he can mess it all up then the fucker turns around and pretends it's all my fault. I need Oso to tie everything to Benito and have him rot in prison."

"Bad move." Felipe muttered. "You need to keep Benito close, closely watching his moves."

"Jesucristo!" Alfredo let out an exasperated groan sitting down on the leather couch. "If I have to tolerate that little man, stay under the same roof with that pathetic basura (rubbish). I will go loco (crazy). I swear on my mother's grave, I've had it up to here with Benito. I can not pretend any longer."

"Benito knows a lot of your father's secrets. He could easily dig them up and pin them into you. From all the shares accumulated in different companies from fraud to buying politicians and seats in politburo. There's so much to lose... go loco Alpha but that short little basura is here to stay until you find a wife and father a son."

"I saw Adela... she is not what I want. She already has a son. I'd suck as a step father.."

"Let me guess you want the little maid you've been entertaining lately? Alpha dispierta (wake up)!! Adela McCarthy is the one with the McCarthy wealth not Mila Rivera... a no body."

"She is someone, atleast to me." Alfredo mumbled as if being scolded like a child.

"You either want to fully commit to being the Don or you want to out? Guess what? The only way out is death. You either kill and be killed. Make up your mind."

"...sí..." Alfredo replied somberly feeling the alcohol begin to kick in.

"The latest Armani collection arrived straight from Italy. Giorgio Armani wrote the card himself. Custom made like you requested."

Alfredo nodded.

"You better get dressed then for McCarthy's meeting. You ought to look the part."

Alfredo remained silent.

"Mario will arrive soon for you weekly trim."

Still unbothered.

"I'm not your enemy Fredo."

"I know..." Alfredo muttered in a low tone.

"After all this is done and settled. Portia will be sure to have you booked at a Hotel Pulitzer Barcelona for as long as you require."

"Not even Spain will make me not dread my life at this very moment." Alfredo laughed. "What did I do to deserve this? I could have been anyone? Literally anybody and I had to be Tiberio's son. I love it here, simply love it."

Seeing his son saying such things, hurt him deeply. He could not say anything either. It was better to have him alive and upset throwing a tantrum in riches than dead. Ignoring it all, Felipe added just as Alfredo was about to stand up.

"I had the maid put more condoms in the drawers and every corner of the suite. If you're going to fuck the poor girl, atleast be careful."

"Thank you for your concern but I'd like it if my personal and private life remained mine. Yeah sure let's force me into this and that but what we will not do is discuss my sex life and have you decide what's best for me."

"I assume you know best."

"I do." Alfredo added nonchalantly. "I'm offended you think, I don't."

"Right..."

"Lets get the meeting over and done with. I already loathe it."

"Make a good impression."

"Mhm.."

"Forget about Mila...!"

Alfredo remained silent.

"How do I do that if you do not stop talking about her?"

"My apologies, Alpha. I will be quiet now."

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