Episode 5

In front of the training room, Wiven was practicing some moves until he was interrupted by Carlos, who was carrying a folder.

Carlos: Sir, we have some important information about that guy from the ball.

Wiven didn't seem very interested, but he couldn't suppress a sarcastic smile.

Wiven: Go on.

Carlos opened the folder and started to read what was written.

Carlos: His name is Victor Salazar Wills, he is 26 years old, classified as an alpha, and he is the CEO of a company that is currently very famous.

Wiven: Is that all?

Carlos: That's what we've found so far.

Wiven: Dismissed.

Carlos lowered his head in acknowledgment and withdrew.

"I'm sure he's involved in something else."

Wiven thought as he trained hard. Even a minor failure was considered a defeat for him.

The beads of sweat ran down his temples to his abdomen. Arthur appeared in the training room and watched Wiven push himself hard in his training.

He approached him and put his hand on his shoulder.

Arthur: I think you should stop for now, have you seen how sweaty you are?

Wiven: Sweat doesn't mean anything. What matters is that your body is ready for combat.

Arthur: You are being too hard on yourself.

Wiven: Don't question me, Arthur. Gather the men, I'm going to pay a little visit to Romanov's house. That old bastard owes me.

Arthur looked at Wiven, wanting to say something, but he was afraid.

Wiven turned his face up and noticed something different in his expression and told Arthur to speak.

Arthur: It will be a waste of time going there. We heard that he was killed recently.

Wiven stood up and grabbed Arthur's neck, wanting a good explanation for why he hadn't been told about this.

Arthur: Calm down, Wiven, you were very stressed. Anything anyone said, it was dangerous, you might kill us.

Wiven released Arthur's neck, who tried to catch his breath.

Wiven: Never again dare to know something and not tell me. Unless you want to take a one-way trip and never come back.

Arthur: Yes, we'll let you know everything we find out. Now, can you get over your desire to kill someone?

Wiven: Were you scared? You've never seen me really angry, Arthur.

He felt a chill run down his spine, but he didn't let it show, he just assisted Wiven in his training.

When the time came, Wiven dismissed his men and told Arthur to take him home.

Arthur: So, you want some hottie's contact? Hot guy? Who's on your list?

Wiven looked at Arthur with disdain, for the one he wanted was difficult at the moment.

Wiven: Maybe a guy, alpha, silver hair, who wanted to kick me out of where I was sitting at the ball.

Arthur: Don't tell me you liked him?

Wiven: I just want to experience him. His pheromones have a scent that makes me feel desire.

Arthur looked sideways at Wiven but said nothing. Just smiled to himself as he dropped him off at home.

Wiven took a refreshing shower and put his mind at ease. He needed to find out who that guy from the ball was as soon as possible.

Completely refreshed, wearing only a pair of gray sweatpants, he went to get a sip of whiskey, his favorite drink.

Within minutes, the cell phone rang, causing Wiven to stretch out his arm to grab it from the side table.

Wiven: Talk.

Wanda: Is that any way to talk to your mother, you arrogant brat?

Wiven: Sorry, could you just tell me what it is?

Wanda: Remember the last words your father said before he died?

Wiven: Why would I remember?

Wanda: You've really become a self-centered person, your father should have_

Wiven hung up the phone without letting his mother finish. He tossed it away and muttered "What a drag."

He knew very well what his own father said before he died, but he refused to remember the past. Especially the person who made him suffer the most. Wiven held no grudges, but he also didn't idealize the affection he never had.

Victor spent the day at the company, observing how the productions and the financial funds were doing. In addition to observing if there were no certain plots that could harm the profits and the facade of the company.

He didn't feel so overwhelmed, everything was going well, and he had Rubens, his best friend and right-hand man, helping him with whatever was needed.

Both the leadership of the Italian mafia and the leadership of the company were like a hobby for Victor. He had no difficulty in assuming both parts.

No one knew about his leadership in the mafia, just Rubens and his family. He kept that part as hidden as possible.

Rubens: Victor, the president has invited you to the gala.

Victor: When will it take place?

He asked as he put the papers away, each in its proper place.

Rubens: It will be tonight, at his own mansion.

Victor: Let's go, I see no reason not to attend.

Rubens looked at Victor, who seemed a little strange. He was sweating.

Rubens: Are you all right?

He said, touching Victor's face, which was hot as fire.

Victor: I just forgot to take my suppressants this morning. Before I go to the party I will take them and I will be fine.

Rubens: If anything, let me know. If it doesn't pass, we'll go to the hospital.