El Sacrificio de Alfredo.

smile in bed

"Boss!"

Staring in the midst of the now dark sky, the each building lit up beautifully. The rooftop restaurant had been McCarthy's suggestion. Alfredo's shoulders seemed tense as he whisked the ice in his bourbon. He had never in his life been dazed. On one hand, he had to woo McCarthy's daughter that he found absolutely no interest in; Spencer could have her... the other Dons were all child's play. On the other hand, he had stumbled upon someone he really did not want to let go. What made even worse was she did not care for him...! Perhaps that's what lit the attraction in him? the cat and mouse chase. He wasn't sure, he had never been the one to go after women. Mila was different, she was a nobody and held no position in aristocracy. Hard working, lived a simple life that she is fully content with. He envied her so much. That, he did.

"Alpha...?" The man said again not sure if he would be in trouble for pestering. He knew not to disturb. The wind blew at Alfredo's hair, reminding him he needed a hair cut. He remained still, whisking the glass with ice. He had not taken a sip, the ice was beginning to melt. Just merely bored out of his mind and lost with thoughts. It seemed he enjoyed the tension of the sound it made, he loved the intensity it invoked within him and the solitude in his surroundings.

Abruptly dropping the glass, it broke; the liquid splashing onto his shoes and black slacks. With alertness his men were quick to hold onto their ammunition, raiding and scanning the almost empty area. He only turned around, seemingly unbothered. Ignoring the man in front of him, he walked over to the table that had been set up for him.

Clearing his throat, Julio was already beside him. "The restaurant seems to be lacking... people...?" Alfredo questioned.

"It's fully booked."

Alfredo huffed. "Fully booked?"

"Fully booked for only your satisfaction. Your father always preferred to fully book restaurants on his travels."

"I'm not my father nor am I the least satisfied." He replied, looking at the menu. His jaw clenched, he couldn't hide his annoyance. A thought to invite Mila crosses his mind but knowing her, she did not want anything to do with him. He found it hurting his ego. Wasn't he decent in the looks department? Wasn't he very decent in the bed department? Wasn't he so kind with money? Besides looks, money and satisfaction in bed; what else did women want?

"We have to follow security protocol, Alpha."

"Ofcourse." Alfredo looked around. "Well would you like to join me?"

"That is very kind of you Alpha but I should pass. I understand you love your quietness."

"That I do!" Sarcasm lingered from the tip of his tongue. Standing 5'9 tall, solidly-built with tan skin, this woman had a calm feel about her. Her alert dark brown eyes looked forward with no distractions as she strutted over to his table. Wearing a clean, expensive blue suit very form fitting. Alfredo seemed glad to see her, well a little glad. His face remained frank and mellow. Insisting on standing, Alfredo gave her a go ahead to speak. "Uncle Benito was on the phone for you and said to let you know that you should return his calls."

"Did something happen?" Alfredo ordered, voice gruff as he gave the waiter on his left side the ticked menu.

Portia shook her head. Not wanting to say the protruding matter that lingered in the air.

"I'm sure you already know Portia!" Alfredo chuckled a little.

She shrugged, defeated. "It's about... the baby."

"Just what I needed!" He grinned, a sardonicism reeling from his stature. Julio had not meant to listen in but he did. Deciding to stand a few meters away to give them space. "Please! I insist join me for dinner?"