El Maestro Alfonso

A name that carries both power and fear, A name whispered in hushed tones and laced with fear, a figure cast in shadow.

In the underworld, he is the King, his empire spread across continents, his influence stretching into every corner of society.

His empire is as vast as it is a secret, a web of power and control.

In the underworld, he is the mastermind, the one who moves pieces without ever being seen.

To the world, he is Alfonso Rodriguez, a wealthy businessman with a huge empire in forms of nightclubs, casinos, five-star hotels, five-star and seven-star restaurants, real estates, construction, and global trade.

He is an investor, a kingmaker, a man whose mere glance can turn something into his own.

But behind the luxury lies a secret only a few knows, Sebastian Rodriguez.

The real name erased from the eyes of the people even in his underground world except for a few of his trustworthy people.

A name erased from the eyes of the world, hidden so deeply that not even his enemies know who he truly is.

They fear Alfonso, yet they have no idea who Sebastian is. That’s his greatest weapon.

No one dares to cross him, because those who does disappear.

No law touches him, as money bends the rules.

No one refuses him, because whatever he sets his sights on, is already his.

And in a world where power is everything, who can question the one with power.

He doesn't chase power, he commanded it.

His eyes fell on a girl, Andrea Martínez, a young woman with a quiet charm and innocence, the only daughter of a businessman.

He first saw her in a high-class restaurant, sitting across from her friend Olivia, engaged in lighthearted conversation.

At first, he didn’t pay much attention. She was just another pretty face in the crowd.

But her smile lingered in his mind, unintentionally engraving itself into his thoughts.

It should have ended there, just a passing moment.

Yet, fate had other plans.

The very next night, in his own nightclub, he saw her again with the same friend.

And this time, she had his full attention, looking like a princess who had just came out of a fairytale.

The nightclub buzzed with energy, the music pounding through the air as people moved under flashing neon lights.

Alfonso leaned back in his seat, sitting in his private booth, his fingers lazily swirling the dark liquor in his glass. The drink was untouched. His mind was elsewhere.

" Boss."

Matteo leaned in, lowering his voice against the music.

" Everything’s in place for tomorrow. The shipment is secured."

Alfonso barely nodded, still lost in thought. He was a man of control, every breath measured, every glance calculated.

Distractions were for weaker men. Yet, the moment her smile flickered across the room, something inside him shifted... something dangerous.

And yet, here he was, his mind drifting back to the image of her, sitting in restaurant laughing with her friend.

His grip tightened around the glass, when he saw her in front of him, through his private booth glass wall, standing in the middle of his very own club unaware of the gaze of the man who is watching her from the shadows.

The dim lights of the club, the heavy bass of music, the scent of alcohol and expensive perfume in the air.

It was his domain.

His kingdom.

And she was here. Unaware, of what she has stepped into.

She stood at the bar with the same friend, Olivia, sipping her drink, looking around like she didn't quite belong.

And the fact, she didn't.

Still sitting there, Alfonso leaned forward in his seat, his elbows now resting on his knees, his drink still in his hand.

He took a slow sip, his gaze locked onto the girl. This time, he wasn’t just noticing her, he was studying her.

Andrea's fingers curled around her glass, the ice clinking softly. The music throbbed around her, but she barely heard it. This wasn't her world, too loud, too dark, too full of secrets.

The way she moved, the way she laughed, completely unaware of the attention she had drawn.

But something about her demanded his attention.

The way she didn't seem accustomed to places like this?

or

Was it the fact that she was oblivious to the weight of his gaze?

No one knew

He exhaled slowly, his intrigue deepening. Whatever the reason, one thing was certain, she had stepped into his world.

She had no idea whose territory she was walking on.

And Alfonso never let something or someone enter his space without consequences.

He needed to know more.

And he would.

Without shifting his gaze, he spoke, his voice low yet commanding.

" Who is she? "

His right-hand man, Marco and Matteo, exchanged a glance before answering.

" Andrea Martínez.

The one and only daughter of the businessman, Angelo Martinez, the one we made a partnership deal with, last year."

Alfonso swirled the whiskey in his glass, eyes still fixed on her.

" And why is she in my sight again?

Twice."

His tone was unreadable.

Marco turned his attention to the girl, observing her closely before looking back at their boss.

" Perhaps... a coincidence, Boss,"

Marco said, voice measured, careful, as if even the word 'coincidence' might offend the man before him.

Alfonso remained silent for a moment, his grip tightening slightly around the glass.

A coincidence?

Perhaps.

But in his world, coincidences didn’t exist.

He leaned back, watching her again through his private booth glass wall as, she stood at the bar, looking indifferent to the flashing lights and the heavy bass pulsing through the club.

Her friend laughed beside her, already tangled in the crowd, but Andrea barely touched her drink.

Her quiet detachment, only made her more attractive, an untouched beauty in a place where innocence rarely survived.

His gaze darkened as he studied her. She wasn’t trying to attract men, wasn’t dressed to impress or seeking attention.

And yet, she had all of his, unknowingly.

A man like him could have any woman at his feet. He had taken what he wanted without question, without hesitation. But this was different.

He wasn’t just interested.

He was intrigued.

She had entered his world unknowingly, but now that she was here, he wasn’t going to let her leave.

" Find out everything about her,"

Alfonso took a slow sip of his drink before setting it down with a quiet clink.

" Keep watching,"

he ordered, voice calm but carrying undeniable possession.

" But don’t interfere... yet."

Fate or mere coincidence, it didn’t matter. She had crossed into his world. And in his world, nothing that caught his eye ever left untouched.

And Alfonso always took what he considered his.

From the shadows, he was watching her, the way her lips curved when she spoke showing her dimples, the effortless grace in her movements, the softness she carried despite the hard edges of the world around her.

Alfonso should’ve looked away by now. He never wasted time on fleeting distractions. Yet, the glass in his hand remained still as if forgotten, yet his gaze still on her.

She was untouched, full of innocence and soon, that would change. She was nervously tucking her hair behind her ears or sometimes fidgeting with her glass which was still untouched.

Unaware of the fact, that her every move had been noted.

That her life, as she knew it, was no longer her own.

That her presence had already been woven into the fabric of a man who did not let go of anything he laid his eyes on.



The night pressed on, the club’s pulse steady and intoxicating. Andrea shifted on her stool, her fingers tracing the rim of her glass.

Her friend, Olivia was lost in the crowd now, dancing under the flashing lights, leaving Andrea alone at the bar.

Alfonso watched from behind the tinted glass of his booth, a predator in waiting.

Unseen.

Unnoticed.

He had no business on a girl like her, delicate, untouched by the filth of his world.

Yet, something in her made him pause.

She didn't belong here.

That was exactly why she had his attention.

With a flick of his wrist, he signaled Marco.

" Have the bartender send her a drink."

Marco barely nodded, moving through the crowd.

Andrea didn't notice the bartender placing the glass in front of her, a cocktail with liquid glinting under the neon lights. She looked up, confused.

" I didn't order this."

The bartender only smiled, leaning closer.

"Compliments of the house."

Her brows knit together, lips parting slightly. Andrea glanced around the club, but no one met her eyes.

"Must be a mistake,"

She murmured, pushing the glass away.

In his booth, Alfonso's lips twitched, the faintest ghost of amusement.

None of the women had ever refused what was offered in his name.

He leaned forward slightly.

Interesting.

Without thinking, Andrea tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, the same nervous habit he'd noticed before.

She doesn't even know she's already been claimed.

Marco returned to his side, silent.

" She refused."

Alfonso's gaze remained locked on her.

"Let her."

His voice was low, controlled, but something flickered beneath the surface.

He liked that she didn't accept what was handed to her without question.

It made him want to break that quiet resistance, to see how far it would last once she knew whose attention she'd caught.

For now, he would let her slip through the night untouched.

'The hunt had only just begun.' He thought.