Alex The Heir

Two mafia leaders

So tiring work, Alex laid her body on the soft sofa of the hotel room. Do not forget to loosen the tie that seemed to choke him, open his shoes and throw it in any direction. Take a deep breath and take it out violently thinking about the dense work in the field that drains a lot of energy. 

"Oh my God, I think being a masterpiece is fun. But, expectations are not in accordance with the reality. If this continues, my body will gradually be spent." Alex complains monologue, there is no place to vent or backrest moaning. 

Alex undresses and leaves only shorts and sleeveless sweatshirts, smiling as fate never lets him live in sobriety. There was a ringing sound of the phone, grabbing it without intending to get up from the soft sofa that provided comfort. 

"Hello."

"Yes, what's wrong?" 

"There's a bit of a problem with illegal business, sir." 

Instantly Alex sat down when he heard bad news from his subordinates, very upset at the interference of anger. 

"The problem? Can't you guys finish it?"

"This problem we can't solve, sir."

"You fools are stupid, always counting on me. I wasn't there and I'm in town X!"

"Sorry sir, only you can solve this."

Alex took a rough breath while keeping the phone in his ear, swearing until his heart was satisfied and then hearken back to the words of the subordinates who work in the underworld in other words mafia. 

"Explain it more concise, solid, and clear."

"We've always exported drugs abroad, but there are some groups allegedly led by a mobster. They want us not to export to neighboring countries or pay tribute to them." 

Brakes

Alex kicked the glass table until it broke, the overflowing anger could not be dammed when he was gritting his teeth with a hardened jaw. Breath up and down can not be controlled in a short time, trying not to throw the phone because it still requires more information from his subordinates. 

"Do you know the mafia?" 

"No sir, yet they have such a characteristic as wearing the eagle tattoo on the base of the arm." 

"Hem, I'll be there after my business is done here. Before I go back, always tell me about their movements. Whether they still want to blackmail us or not!" 

"Good sir." 

"Gum." 

After the phone call was over, Alex threw the phone on the floor until the screen cracked. Wreaking all the anger for the sanity he has, too many problems in life as if he does not have a day off. 

"Damn, why is my path that nothing goes smoothly? There are always people who are jealous of my success. I make sure they're scared when they face me later, be prepared because I won't give them a chance." He muttered while clenching both hands very tightly. 

Alex walks towards the refrigerator, inserting his head in the coolant section that is commonly done when emotions are inflamed. Some people will consider him a man with strange habits, but that is the only way to relieve turbulent emotions. 

After a while, Alex walked into the bathroom to clean up. The mind that began to be neatly arranged under the shower that was so influential on him, the burden felt faded with the flowing water. 

The day is getting late, Alex can not sleep thinking about the problem of his illegal business. Deliberately opening the window, letting the wind in hit his handsome face. The atmosphere that makes it calm, added with a glass of wine becomes a friend in quiet time. 

"If this life is so hard on me, at least I'm one of the lucky ones. The mafia was trying to blackmail me, which means she doesn't know who they're up against." Alex smiled faintly as he sipped the wine in one gulp until the small glass was empty, curious about the strength of his enemy this time. 

****

Alex with full preparation, several sharp weapon tools were attached to his body. Doing everything must be in perfection, do not want there to be mistakes even though there is little possibility. 

Eventually a job at the company is forced to be abandoned and gives up full control of Dinu's assistant as well as Layla. 

"Dare to stop me is as good as picking them up." Alex walked out of the room to the drug-exporting site, still not under control. 

Some people welcomed his arrival, about twenty people. Eight men in black with heavy bodies escorted his journey, neither afraid nor vigilant because he was not afraid of death. Yes, Alex is not afraid of death, he is immune to the torture that is always in the family Mateo, even he almost died also dying. 

"Are they still insisting on the percentages?" alex asked without looking, continuing to walk quickly. 

"Still Sir." Underground assistant named Jimmy. 

"Hem, that means they're waving the war drums. Prepare a ship for me!" Alex wears sunglasses that add charm and good looks, glancing at Jimmy's assistant and refocusing. 

Alex kept commanding his army to send drugs without paying the required tribute, he was not afraid of anyone. 

"Send everything back!" his orders. 

"But sir, some people from the mafia group won't just let us go."

"I don't want to be harmed, if they still insist on asking for tribute? Better war," he said calmly and casually. 

"Good sir." Answer them in unison. 

Alex nodded his head slowly, getting into the big ship and the security that had been calculated first. 

In the middle of the voyage towards the neighboring country, several large ships surrounded them. Alex sees only the interaction of his men with the men from the enemy ship, they continue to squeeze making him lose control and throw daggers from a distance until the enemy dies. The shot of the dagger never misses, right in the heart that made the poor man die on his boat. 

Some of the men lurking from the enemy ship learned of Alex's attack on one of the crew, they were very angry and a counterattack took place. 

Alex is not his name if he does not take into account tactics, let the opponent attack and get into his ship. After that, he more freely slaughtered one by one among them, unsheathed the chest of the enemy to death in one slash. 

Alex, who was wearing a mask, also met a man who was also wearing a mask, it was certain that it was the leader of the pirates. He put on a very thin smile, then moved quickly to grab a piece of rope connected to the enemy ship. The path is so fast that he can face directly with the mafia leader who obstructs his business. 

"You better back off!" said the man who gave the warning.

"The sea and the region are not yours but the country." Reply Alex is no less fierce.