Wolf’s Bane

As if feeling the tension of his friend, The Right Hand then sat down at the Senyor’s tea table and smiled at his target. “I would like some, yes, and I hope you don’t mind me being so forward to accept.”Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Of course not, since I did ask you first, young man. Hero, please join us here. You are being rude to your childhood friend, my boy,” Antonio called out at the silent and morose man standing at the door.

“I’m sorry, Senyor. Yes, I’ll join you,” The Ogre dejectedly responded as he turned around and slowly strode towards the two again, realizing that this would be the last time he would be sharing a meal with his beloved father figure.

“By the way, are you truly at peace with what you do, boy?”

Hero froze in the middle of taking his seat, thinking that the question was aimed at him. But then The Right Hand answered, as the oldest man in the room was looking at him and not at the Left Hand.

“I… do what needs to be done, that is all. My feelings don’t really matter in the end, Sir,” the Assassin answered above the sound of the tinkling of teaspoons, sugar lids and their coffee cups clinking.

“Well, just so you know, I put up this group of vigilantes in the past, in order to fight people like the governor, and to bring peace to the more violent parts of the city. Eventually, we won against the other mobster kingpins and were able to become a legitimate group. Unfortunately for us, we didn’t realize that the one who was supporting us all along just wanted to use us to make himself rich and powerful. It was too late when we understood what he was truly focused on doing.”

“I’m sorry. If this is your way of trying to dissuade me from killing you, I’m afraid I can’t do that. It’s quite clear that your mafia group is out of control, and it shows that you’re no longer a competent leader, or can keep them from being violent and dangerous.”

“Oh, so that’s what he’s saying now? No wonder you and my son have taken his side. Well, I can see though, that he still does not want to pull the trigger himself, so that says a lot.”

The Ogre was swift to speak. “I am sorry that I’m not strong enough to do so, Senyor Antonio. Please forgive that it would have to be someone else, even if it is one of my most trusted friends, who would have to complete the said grim task.”

“It’s fine, my son. I fully trust you to do what is necessary. However, I truly hope my death will also give peace to you… to BOTH of you. After all, there is more to all this than what meets the eye.”

“Father, I’m doing this to make our situations better. We can’t continue on the path that you started. And you did mention that other reason…”

“Yes, the governor would indeed use that argument on you. And the position as The Left Hand will be rightfully yours as well, I believe. I would trust that post to no one else but you. At least, this decision of his, I completely agree with.”

“Father, please…”

“Oh, stop fretting, Hero!” Antonio chuckled as he took some more cake. “Everything is going to be fine in the end, you’ll see. NOW, let’s finish our food so we can finally get this task over and done with. Do any of you want some cream?”

Time flies when you’re having fun, they say, and it was very true for Hero. Until he stopped being the son and was again the mobster leader…

Within half an hour, the Right Hand escorted the original Argerlich leader out of his room and they were not heard from again. At least, not the Senyor. Hero got a call later, assuring him that the deed was done. Then, the surrogate son would announce what happened to the Argers. Of the whole group that Senyor Antonio Marinetti founded, not one of them put up a fight.

After all, the governor had informed them all earlier on about what was supposed to happen, and, to their shame, none had the guts to fight the powerful but corrupt politician.

Because Aaron did what needed to be done as per command by the governor, Hero ended up being the leader of the Argers while strengthening his position as The Left Hand of the governor. However, that was just the start of his internal conflict with the whole setup between the politician and the mafia group that he, after those events, was now leading.

That was the final straw, what finally made him contact the new Alpha who he, and then the Right Hand, had run away from years before. But now, he had to stay behind to make sure that the man who gave the order to kill his surrogate father, can be dealt with.

That’s fine, as long as Senyor Antonio’s words finally could come true…

Everything was going to be fine in the end!

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“Enough of those memories, Lyon. We need to convince Nick to trust us again so he can help with our plan when we need him at a later date,” Hiromoto murmured as he easily pushed the heavy, massive double doors open in front of him. “For now, it’s time to face the music…”

“Yes, and the show must go on,” agreed the low smooth voice in The Left Hand’s head.

The Ogre, even from the suite’s doorway could clearly hear the so-called “celebration” that was taking place inside the master’s bedroom and he found himself cringing. He never understood his superior’s penchant for orgies, but then again, he was always a staunch believer in mates despite him not being officially part of a pack. This was something he sincerely thanked his parents for, even though they were no longer with him.

Seeing them share true and everlasting love for each other…

And for him.

They stayed as his ideal and example to follow, now that he’s a husband and father. His deceased parents, despite no longer on this plane, has kept him continually grounded on who he should be despite fulfilling the role of a cold, heartless mafia leader and killer for possibly the most cruel and murderous politician in the country.