Alexandra's POV

Arriving to the club just on time, I parked my car, quickly taking off my green contacts before stepping outside.

The booming sound of music could be heard from miles away. It really was a busy day today.

I couldn't help but look around suspiciously around the car park. It felt as if I was being watched.

However I didn't see anyone nearby. If someone is watching me, acting suspicious is not the way to go.

It's much safer to pretend I have no clue and maybe the person will slip up and accidentally reveal themselves.

It's a long shot but it might just work.

Confidently, I made my way towards the entrance where a guard was stationed. As soon as the guard looked my way he instantly moved to the side letting me through.

Nodding my head as a way to say thank you I walked inside. The smell of alcohol attacking my senses.

I looked around. Alaric had told me to look for a man with a red and yellow tie.

An odd choice of tie if I do say so myself.

Glancing around I couldn't see anyone that fit that description so I ventured forward through the club making my way to the bar where I ordered a drink whilst I waited.

Gulping it down in one swift motion, a man lurking in the corner of the room caught my eye.

Upon closer inspection, I realised that it was the man who I was supposed to follow.

The man with the red and yellow tie.

I got up walking towards him. He saw me giving me a slight nod, turning around to open a door disguised as another one of the club's walls.

He walked through and I followed behind him. We were in a long dimly lit corridor. The soundproof walls that looked as though they were peeling off with age, blocking out any noises from the club.

A thick smell lingering in the air that made my stomach churn. The man never spoke a word once. He just led me to a huge metal door situated at the end of the corridor leaving me there, before vanishing out of sight.

Rude.

Scoffing in annoyance, I pushed at the metal door to get it open. Surprisingly it was quite a cheap old metal so it slid open easily.

Pushing it open the smell of smoke filled my lungs. The voices of men conversing could be heard. Fighting the urge to cough, I made my presence know.

"Alaric."

Immediately all sounds in the room stopped. The cigarette smoke had started to clear and I could now see clearly. Behind a desk sat Alaric smoking a cigar. Beside him two men, all staring at me.

"White wolf, just on time."

I manouvered my way towards his desk standing in front of it.

"I wasn't aware that there were going to be any guests joining us." I eyed the two men who gulped sharing worried looks.

"Leave men." Alaric ordered. I smirked as the men hurriedly ran out the door not even arguing. "Please, take a seat."

He pointed to a small chair in front of his desk. I looked at him like he'd grown two heads.

Bitch, you need MY help. The least you could do is show me some respect.

Walking around the desk, I stopped at his fancy office chair and smirked. He looked at me clearly confused.

"Up." I ordered leaving no room to argue.

Seeing that I was being serious, he sighed and got up letting me sit in the fancy leather office chair whilst he took the plastic chair her tried to make me sit on before.

Much better.

"Now Alaric there's no point in any formalities. Let's cut right to the chase."

"I agree." I studied him before starting off with asking my questions.

"What exactly do you aim to achieve with this little scheme of yours." My eyes never left his as he paused to answer the question.

"Well, at the end of the day, there's always one thing everyone craves. Power. Most men however don't have the guts to get what they want. Me however. I am willing to do anything it takes to get the power I deserve." He paused before continuing.

"I want to rule the Russian mafia. I want it all. I want to be feared, admired and most of all a don."

"Ah, so your intent is selfish." He scoweled.

"Some may call it being selfish, I call it ambition."

I raised my eyebrow. "You literally just admitted that you wanted to kill a kid because you wanted power. That sounds pretty selfish to me."

He blinked a few times before rolling his eyes and scoffing. "Whatever."

"Now, do you have any preferences of how I should kill the young heir?" A cold smirk made its way onto his lips.

⚠️Torture⚠️

"First I want you to attack him and bring him some place where he is untraceable.

Next I want you to burn a chunk of flesh from his right arm. On his left, I want you to slice a chunk of skin. Chain his arms to the wall so he isn't able to control them as you pour acid into his cuts.

Once he starts screaming I first want you to throw punches to his stomach before sticking three knives in there. All neatly in a row in the middle of his stomach.

Drag the first knife on the right upwards a few centimetres every time he screams. Do the same with the knife in the middle of his stomach and the one on the left.

Once he has finally calmed down enough to think that the torture is over, drag the knife in the middle of his stomach down fast and chop off his dick. Take out all the knives and draw cuts of any design on his legs.

Finally to finish things off brand him whilst he still has a little life left and slice his throat and send his head to me so I know that the deed has been done." He smiled warmly as he finished his little rant looking my way to see what I had to say.

⚠️ End of Torture ⚠️

I looked at him blankly, kind of concerned for his mental health and wellbeing right now.

"Alaric. May I suggest a therapist, this sounds like something that's been on your mind for a while. I'm pretty sure it's unhealthy." He growled shooting daggers at me.

Wow! That's the last time I try to care. I was only giving you some advice, honestly the nerve!

"Now that we've discussed your aim and how you want me to kill the boy, the plan will be left to me. I only need to know when you intend for me to carry it out so I can plan everything accordingly."

He caressed his beard as he thought of an answer. "I want it carried out in exactly 2 months from now. Do you think that's do-able?"

I smirked resting a hand on the desk in front of me. "The sooner the better." He smirked pleased with my answer.

"However, remember the date can be moved either earlier or later at any time so make sure that you are prepared at all times to carry the plan out." I nodded my head in understanding.

"Now Alaric, what exactly do I get out of this?"

"You want money, just name your price." I tutted mockingly, shaking my head.

"I have no need for money. What I want is the location of the Polish Mafias new base. I've heard you've become allies and you know his businesses well. It's either you tell me the location or I won't help you." He looked conflicted at my words.

"I- I can't tell you that." He closed his eyes annoyed looking down. I sighed already expecting his answer.

"Goodnight Mr Newmann I should take my leave." I got up ready to go. I grabbed on to the door handle.

"Wait!" I stopped what I was doing, a knowing smirk plastered on my face.

"Alright! I'll tell you, but only after you kill the heir." I turned around and laughed at his offer.

"Do you think I was fucking born yesterday." I spoke. Amusmant clear in my voice.

"I've worked with men like you before. Men who think that they can deceive and make a fool out of me just because I'm a women. Do you know where I send those men Alaric."

I stepped forward so we were now face to face. He shook his head fear present in his features.

I whispered venomously in his ear. "Hell." He jumped back startled. He cleared his throat and fixed his tie trying to regain his composure. I smirked evily watching him closely.

"Now Alaric, I think it's pretty clear that you were never going to tell me the location of the base. You just wanted the deed to be done so that your stupid ass could escape before I could retrieve my side of the deal. Honestly, that saddens me. I thought we were making progress here but I guess not."

I swiftly got my gun out of my back pocket and without even hesitating shot him in the foot. He screamed hopping around the room clutching his toe.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" I laughed at his frantic expression and he looked at me like I was crazy.

"Take that as a warning Alaric." I aimed the gun for his heart. "Next time I won't miss."

"Y-your crazy!" Laughing loudly I clutched my stomach before stopping suddenly grabbing the terrified man by his collar so we were at eye level.

"Honey I fucking know I'm crazy." I smirked, throwing him to the floor.

"Now, do you want to make any adjustments to the little deal."

He sighed nodding his head. "Ok fine. I'll tell you the location before you carry out the plan. But if the Polish mafia find out I'll be a dead man. Meet me a few hours before you schedule to kill Adrian. You can choose the place depending on where you carry out the plan. I'll be there."

I narrowed my eyes trying to see any sign of a lie but saw none. "Deal, but if the information you tell me is either false or you decide not to show up I will find you and place my bullet in your heart." He gulped nodding vigorously getting up from the floor.

"Well, then that concludes this meeting. You should really get someone to check on that." I pointed at his bleeding foot. Smirking devilishly, I walked out of the door back into the club and out of the building.

The sudden loud sounds making my sensitive ears ache. I made my way to my car. The feeling that a pair of eyes were watching me getting stronger and stronger the closer I got to my vehicle.

I stopped a few yards away from my car looking around.

My eyes latched on a figure watching me from behind a tree. I squinted my eyes making my way towards them. As if they knew they'd been seen, they ran.

Hot on their trail I ran after them. The running figure was definately male.

Why the fuck was this guy just watching me?

The back of his head was covered by a hood so it was hard to determine his features.

I was now only a few meters away from him. He ran pretty fast if I do say so myself.

Seeing an opportunity to seize him, I grabbed him as he struggled in my grasp. I tried to get a closer look of his face, but it was covered by a mask.

Something about this person felt unsettlingly familiar. I reached my hand to grab his mask to see who the mystery person was but was pushed back suddenly.

Daaaamn he's strong.

Shocked, I watched as he ran off speeding away on a motorbike. It was too dark to see the number plate so I had no clues as to who this person was.

The only thing I know was that I had definately met this person before.

But where?

Sighing in defeat I decided to just go back to Bree's. It was getting late and she was probably home now. Also my family was coming back at about 13:00 tommorow so the sooner I get back the better.

Sitting in my car I drove back to Bree's and parked into the driveway. I slipped in my contacts and sorted out my dress.

Time to expose a bitch.

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Hey lovelies!

I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

So I decided to make this a 3 part thing.

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