Rise of the She-Wolf

Vanessa’s pov,

Don Lorenzo was busy squeezing the meat out of the lobster when he elaborated about the test, “You will accompany Allesandro and five other wolves to one of my Italian restaurants. You will work there as a server tonight and deliver a package to an important customer. If the package gets delivered and the customer is satisfied, you will be rewarded.”

I looked at him a bit surprised and thought working a night as a server and handing over a package sounds a bit easy for a test. But I was not so stupid to question the Alpha, so I bowed and said, “I won’t let you down, Don.”All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Don Lorenzo didn’t look up to me but waved with his hand, “Yeah, yeah you can go now. Tomasso will tell you all you need to know.”

Tomasso and I walked out of the dining room to Tomasso his office. He handed me a short black skirt and white blouse with the logo of the Italian restaurant on it. “You should go put this on and go to the entrance. There will be a car waiting to take you and the other to the restaurant.”

I took the clothes and before I walked out of the door Tomasso said, “I will talk to Allesandro before you go but be careful. He is not used to being rejected.”

A shiver went down my spine when I walked out of the door. It was going to be impossible to avoid Allesandro tonight so I should brace myself for the worst. I went to my room and put on the clothes before heading to the entrance of the mansion. There were 5 other she-wolves standing at the entrance that I hadn’t seen before. They all wore the same outfit as me. When Allesandro walked outside they all made a line and waited for his command. I quickly took my place in the line and waited for what would happen now.

Allesandro gave all the She-Wolves a bag and a package wrapped in paper with a wolf symbol on it. I immediately knew it was drugs because I recognized the paper from the lab I worked at this week. When Allesandro came to me he did not even look at me and just dropped the package in front of my feet. I didn’t get a bag like the others, and they didn’t seem to care or want to help me. They just started walking to the car, so I quickly grabbed the package and put it in my bra.

Allesandro went in the front and the rest of us had to sit in the back of the limousine. The other women started talking during the trip but completely ignored me. I am sure it was because Allesandro instructed them but I didn’t care. I was used to being ignored. Spirit, however, seemed angry and was growling all kinds of insults in my head which made me smile. I never felt completely alone because Spirit was always there to offer me support.

After a 20-minute car drive, we arrived at a small Italian restaurant. The red building looked cozy, and I could already smell the delicious food. I walked inside and my heart jumped with joy when I saw the red and white tables, the wooden chairs, and the live band. The whole restaurant was filled with people and the food looked amazing. I followed the rest into the kitchen, and they all started to pick up plates and bring them to tables.

I stood there for a moment because I realized the other women had all done this before. I had no idea what I should be doing, and I knew I didn’t have to count on Allesandro briefing me. I sighed and looked behind the bar until I found a poster with all the table numbers on it. I quickly memorized it and went to the kitchen to look at the food tickets. Knowing the table numbers, I didn’t have a problem with bringing the food to the right tables. The customers were actually very nice and seemed to like it that I served them. I was actually enjoying myself interacting with people and started to relax a bit.

Unfortunately, the others also noticed that I found my way into the restaurant, so they started to mess up my tables and give me the wrong food. I tried to stay calm and pretended it did not bother me until one of the She-Wolves stuck out her foot and I fell to the ground with all the food around me. I felt humiliated when everyone looked at me and laughed. Of course, at that moment Allesandro looked down on me with disgust, “You should go wash in the toilet. You can’t present yourself covered in food to your special customer that will be here in 10 minutes. But you will probably mess something simple like that up anyway.”

I gritted my teeth in anger and wanted to let Spirit out and rip him to pieces. But instead, I went up and walked away to the toilet. I did not want to give him the satisfaction of my emotions. I went to the toilet and tried to wash off the food stains as good as possible. I splashed some water on my face and allowed myself to calm down a bit. After a while, I noticed that the restaurant had gone silent. I figured it was probably because the special customer was waiting for me now. I took a deep breath, checked if the package in my bra was still intact, and then left the toilet.

I walked into the restaurant and stood still in shock when I noticed the restaurant was completely empty. The kitchen was empty, the customers go, and no trace of Allesandro of the She-Wolves. I immediately had a bad feeling in my gut and wanted to run to the entrance when sirens blasted around me and police barged in with pistols pointed at me. I looked around me, but I am surrounded and there is no way for me to escape. I immediately started sweating thinking about the drugs that I carried with me. I would go to jail if they discovered that on me. I had to give it to that fucker Allesandro, he sure lived up to his promise of making my life into a hell.

The police made a place for a big man walking into the restaurant. The big muscular man was wearing jeans and cowboy boots. Around his middle, he had a belt with pistols in it. I could see the strong muscles through his t-shirt, and he had a handsome face with a strong cheek line, green eyes, short curly brown hair, and a small stubble beard.

If this man would have looked at me in any other situation it would have made my legs turn into jelly. Unfortunately, right now all I could think when he walked closer to me was, “How the hell am I going to get out of this?”