Alpha Dominic

Graciela's POV

Who are you?” I asked him calmly, my ees still locked in his as I gazed up at him. He never took his eyes off me, not even fo a second, he had this thoughtful look on his face as he gazed at me continuously. I would have sworn that I saw a tinge of worry on his face, but it disappeared almost immediately, only to be replaced with that grumpy angry look of his. I just aske him a question, but he doesn’t make any attempt to answer my question, he doesn't even care about anything I say, he was hell-bent on starting at me, acting as if he could find answers to some mysterious questions from my face. I was just about to repeat my question, but he beat me to it as he asked me,

“When did you start using?”

Iwas so shocked at his question. I don't even know if I should be surprised or infuriated right now. How dare he ask me suc] a stupid question when he knows that he is the one that introduced hard drugs to me. It's all his fault that I couldn't control my addiction after he abandoned me in that f*****g hotel room. He was stupid enough to leave me all alone with his drugs, and now he stands in front of me, asking me about my addiction. Who the hell does he think that he is, acting like a f****g God, treating me as if I'm beneath him. He should know that I don't need him in my life, I don't wish to have anything to do with him, not now, not ever.

“How dare you?

You bastard!!!

You have no right to ask me about my personal life, you have no right at all" I spat out in anger, glaring angrily at him. He corked an eyebrow in shock, and I watched as he gestured to his boys asking them to stay back and stand down. I guess they were coming to attack me for speaking so insolently to their boss. I'm guessing that they are not used to seeing anyone insulting their boss, I wonder who he really is and how he got to.be so powerful. I had always known that he is a big shot, I mean, you can sense it in his aura and demeanor. My guess was that he is a business but right now, considering the show of power that he just displayed, I'm forced to believe that he has a stake in the underworld and I'll be damned if I let him draft me into having dealings with someone in the underworld. I'm done with all this s**t, it's time to move on with my life and start all over again in planning my life.

“Look, I don't know who you are, but trust me, I am so grateful to you for saving my life. Lucas would have tortured me to death if you hadn't shown up because I have no idea what he wanted from me. I'm going to forget about meeting you in my life, Ill try as much as possible to erase every memory of you from my life and I'l try to keep out of your business and stay out of your way. Just get out of my way and stay the hell away from me." I told him sternly before turning around to head for the exit. I kept praying and hoping that he lets me go without a fight, he is such a bad influence on me, I don't think I can be around him without getting worst than I already am. He makes me do such crazy things that I would never have imagined that I could ever do. Not to mention the fact that being around him is doing something crazy to my body, I just can’t bear it anymore, I just want to go far away from here, far away from this dangerously handsome guy that is looking at me like a predator. I had only taken a few steps away when I heard his hoarse voice resounding around the warehouse,

“Take one more step, Graciela and you would get the answer to your question you would find out why I am called the Mafia Lord" He let out in a warning tone, making me shiver in fear, and I still in my movement, turning around to gaze at him in shock. Did he just say that he is the Mafia Lord, how the hell is that even possible, why is my life so complicated? Wait, if he is telling the truth, does this mean that I had an affair with the Mafia Lord? I looked at him in a daze as he walked over and came to stand in front of me, looking fixedly at me.

“You are coming with me Graciela and you have no choice in the matter” He told me smugly, taking my hand in his, locking his arm with mine as he half dragged me outside, pulling me so hard that I nearly stumbled and fell down on my ass. He opened the door of his SUV and shoved me inside, shutting the door before turning to the other side of the car. I tried to open the door, but the driver pushed the lock button, locking me in. I spotted him in front of the SUV as he gave instruction: to his boys. He wasn't looking this way because he was so engrossed in his discussion with his boys. I kept ogling him from inside the car, his hand kept moving up and down as he gave instructions to his boys. His muscle is well defined and so damn sexy, it had taken just one night with him and I fell hopelessly in love with him. I had always wondered why he left me that way, now I think I am beginning to understand his reasons for leaving me, I think he was simply trying to keep his identity a secret. Since he never wanted me to find out about him, why is he suddenly telling me about himself, what does h want from me?

They brought out a black duffel bag and handed it to him. He grabbed it from his guy's hand and placed it on the car, opening it to view its content, then he smiled smugly and zipped it shut before coming around to get into the car. I looked away from his direction as he got into the car and sat down right next to me. I felt so anxious when he got in, I could not tur to look at him, I kept looking out the window, my mind kept conjuring different scenarios that seems so scary, I had no idea how I'm going to get out of this situation. I need to get my sisters so we can bury my mom, I need to get my mom's body out of that f****g warehouse. How do I get all this done when I'm stuck with this guy who looks like he is worst than a Dominant. He looks so dangerous yet so gorgeous and got. I can't even tell if the shivers I'm feeling are because of fear or because of my libido. I'm so damn horny right now, but I won't throw myself at him and beg him to screw me, I won't let him anywhere close to me, let alone touch me. Wait, where are all these nasty thoughts coming from, who said anything about touching anyone why am I even thinking about it?

Gosh,

I'm 50 crazy, so f****g crazy. I was still looking out the window, thinking about all these crazy things, suddenly, there was a loud crash in front of us. I don't know how it happened but two of his cars rammed into each other, creating a barrier in front. Our driver hit the brakes so suddenly, causing me to hit my head on the driver's seat. His hands were on me immediately as he tried to protect me and make sure I was okay. I turned to look at him, but he wasn't looking at me anymore, his neck was strained and his eyes were looking straight ahead. I guess he is trying to figure out what is happening out there. He reached under his car seat and pulled out a device that looks so strange to me. He tapped a button on the device and it displayed something on a little screen. I had to stretch my neck so I can see what was written there, but still couldn't see it because he looks so upset at whatever was written on that device. He shut it off so angrily then he shoved it back under his seat before turning to fish out a box from a little compartment behind his seat. You would never know that there was something like that hidden there, I mean, how was it even built?

“freer Werewolves!!!”

He cursed out loudly, hissing at the end of his words. He open it in such a hurry a got out some very strange purple substances that I have never seen in my life. He got a gun and a strange-looking weapon that looks like a Taser, but it looks much larger than the Tasers I've seen before. I would never have known that it is a taste if I did not see the sparks of electricity sparkling on it. He noticed me staring and he looked up at me, holding my gaze for a few seconds before turning back to focus on gathering his weapons. He loaded the little gun with some bullets, but he first dipped the bullets into the purple substances.

“Sit your pretty ass right there Gracie. One funny movement and I swear you would regret ever crossing my path. Don't make me hurt you, babe, sit in the f*****g car” He ordered me sternly before stepping out of the vehicle and shutting the door wit a loud bang. The car was empty now, the driver had already stepped down a few minutes ago. I want to see what was happening, I will not listen to his instruction, I can't sit here when everyone else is out there fighting for our safety. I tried pushing my door open, but it was still locked. The driver had locked it earlier, I guess he has forgotten to open it up before running off like a F****g i***t. I shifted over to his side of the car, moving the black bag closer to me. I opened it slightly to peek inside. It was filled with cocaine and other hard drugs and money, fat wads of cash. I was tempted to take a sniff of his coke, but the soft sounds of the chaotic situation outside. I pushed the door open and it opened up immediately making me smile at my luck. As soon as I got to the car, I was met with a sight that made me scream in fear.

My guards, the guards that were given to me by King Dominic, they were lying on the floor, screaming in pain as Lorenzo zapped them wiith his Taser. That wasn't even the scary part of it all, what scared me so much is the fact that the guys were looking like beasts, they had fangs and claws and their faces looks so monstrous, like... like... Werewolves. I screamed so loudly that Lorenzo turned to me furiously and yelled in anger,

“Get your ass into the F*****g carl” he growled furiously at me, making me run off into the car. I was shivering in fear as I sa in the car. What the hell is going on around me, is the world coming to an end, or did everyone suddenly go crazy or something. I can't stop my body from shaking so badly in fright, I just couldn't stop shivering in fear. What the hell is going on here, who the hell s this guy and how did he capture werewolves, wait, do werewolves even exist?

Fr

I need coke.

I need it right now.

I reached for his black bag and opened it open. I don't care if he hits me or kills me for this, all I know is that I need this cocaine and I need it right now. I got out a wrap of coke and poured some of it on the lid of the storage compartment between the two front seats of the SUV. I was just leaning down to take a sniff of the white substance when the car door opened wide and Lorenzo stood in front of the open door, glaring daggers at me,

“Take a sniff of my f****g coke and ill snap your neck!” he threatened fiercely, looking so furious and scary.

“Please don't do this to me, I need it... I need it so bad, I'm going to die if I don't take it right now. I need it, it helps lighten my burdens, it makes me forget about my problems, and it makes me forget about everything happening around me. Just a sniff, just one sniff, and I promise it would never happen again, I will not use it anymore. This is the last time, please, just let me this once. Just this once." I pleaded pathetically, the tears rolling down my eyes. He got into the car slowly, his eyes still locked on mine. He sat next to me, the veins on his forehead standing out in anger, his eyes blazing in anger. His hand moved to my head as he locked his hands on my hair, pulling so hard on my hair as I yelped in pain.

“I deal on coke, Graciela. I deal on kicking hard drugs and now that you are with me, you at going to see it everywhere aroun you, but if you go near my stuff, Graciela, if you as much as take a pinch of cocaine, I'l kill you. Trust me, I ain't pulling your legs and this isn't just mere threats. I'll F****g pull the trigger on you and blow out your f****g brains." He told me with a smirk on his face, looking so evil and deadly. The urge to use Cocaine had suddenly vanished and all I felt right now is fear... Fear of a guy that I love so much. He still had that smug look on his face as he said,

“Welcome to Rehab Graciela.”