An Omega In The Middle Of Mafia Interests

William Aballay walked into the California Years speakeasy, flanked on either side by two of his enforcers, looking around with clear disinterest.

Since the only reason he came in the first place was that he had to meet with a man in this place, Mr. Albares… something, he has been neglecting his monthly protection payment to the Aballay family for almost a month now. He has ignored his gentle reminders, so now William has arranged a meeting in a safe place to speak personally with him and give him his final warning.

This means Albares is going to end up in the middle of a river if he doesn't come up with 80% of the money he owes before his visit is over.

He has never been tolerant of people wasting his time, especially people who make excuse after excuse.

He is so irritably upset by this unexpected event in his daily life that he can turn around so he can continue with his busy schedule, alerting his officials and having Albares appear dead in an unfortunate assault.

"(Xander and Bentral would back me up… however, I already gave my word that I would give him one last chance if he came)" -the thought made him click his tongue as he took off his trench coat along with his hat, handing them to the man waiting by the door- "show us the table that is in the name of the Aballays for Belmort"

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William Aballay is an attractive 28-year-old black-haired man with red eyes and strongly sharp features along with an imposing body. Being an alpha with jasmine-scented pheromones.

Xander Belmont is a 30-year-old brown-haired woman with average features but with a defined physique. A beta with pheromones without a distinctive scent.

Bentral Aster, is a 27-year-old blond-haired male with prominent cheekbones and a distinctive scar on his right cheek that runs from below his eye to his chin. An alpha with citrus-scented pheromones.

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"Of course, Mr. Aballay," -the man would reply, handing the alpha's items to an assistant who was waiting for them to be put away before leading the three of them up the stairs to the main area of ​​the speakeasy-

"Belmort?" -Xander would ask Bentral in a whisper-

"It's routine code to be able to have this kind of important meeting," -the alpha would reply with a shrug-

"That's right." -William would look around absentmindedly, searching for the person in charge of the meeting in the first place- "It's in case you don't want to be interrupted by the tumult, but you still want to watch the show in the background, though I doubt this place offers much."

The dark-haired man didn't bother to stare at Xander, but his body language made his displeasure clear. Causing the beta to straighten up and nod her head slightly, clearly nervous.

Sensing this, Aballay would nod imperceptibly, willing to ignore the small oversight. Given that the beta has only recently joined the small circle of enforcers that it was decided to place its trust in.

However, if it happens again, he will have to remind her exactly what her role is in this family business. No amount of goodwill he may have developed during his time working as an intern will help him if he can't be professional when he's working.

He's very lucky to have someone as competent as Bentral to back him up as he adjusts to his new role, if only so he doesn't end up being demoted.

The alpha refused to let anyone make him look incompetent, especially in public, no matter how close they might get.

The guard at the entrance would lead the small group to a nearby table in the middle of the speakeasy that was in an area divided by a few steps, just a few tables away from the stage where a band seemed to be about to play something that William didn't bother to pay the slightest bit of attention to.

"When an alpha who answers to Albares arrives, bring him here immediately… I want to discuss matters of utmost importance with him."

"Of course, Mr. Aballay. Would you like to order something to drink while you wait?"

"An Everclear 190 with three glasses… and bring the ice separately."

"Yes, sir. I will have your drink brought to you immediately and make arrangements to welcome your guest with open arms."

"I appreciate it," -the man nodded as he walked away looking to complete the orders-

William pulled a knife out from under his sleeve and then began to play with it, twirling it between his fingers, preparing himself in case he wanted to use it.

This is very likely to happen if the cheap excuse for alpha is Albares says something he doesn't want to hear or wastes his time.

A few minutes pass and the alpha begins to increase the speed with which he plays with his knife, starting to get impatient until he suddenly stops abruptly, drawing the attention of his companions who look at him curiously.

Being largely ignored it as all of William's attention was focused on distinguishing where that extraordinary smell he perceived was coming from.

Soon a melody, strangely familiar but unknown, for some reason resonated with something inside him awakening feelings he had never felt before.

The voice responsible for such a feat, which besides being one of the most beautiful things he had ever heard was undoubtedly very talented, with a sweet and tuned voice.

The more time he spent listening to the melody, he found himself bringing out his inner alpha more and more, becoming more and more sure that the omega on stage, who was a much better singer than she should be in a place like this.

Curious to put a face to such an omega, William fixes his gaze on the stage, being pleasantly surprised. Wanting to go up on stage and...

The black-haired man shakes his head managing to get rid of the thought fairly quickly, but he still can't take his eyes off the platinum-haired white-haired girl who seemed to be in her kind of trance.

"(Beautiful)"