Runaway Omega
Chapter 67 - - 67 What Is A Mafia King?

Chapter 67: Chapter - 67 What Is A Mafia King?

Tristan’s Point Of View

"Who is it from?" Sylvester asked, drawing everyone’s attention.

I looked up and noticed Ferdinand looked sick to his stomach. I began to get a little worried. He looked at me and then sighed. Sylvester got up from his seat and snatched one of the envelopes from Ferdinand.

"Shit! No way..... But, why?" Sylvester said, ripping open the letter as Ferdinand opened his.

As they read them, their features became increasingly worse. Sylvester’s must have been exceptionally worse, because by the time he was done reading it his knees hit the porch.

"Is he serious!? A plus one!? That’s just asking for trouble!" Sylvester yelled.

"Who? Let me see..." Bellamy said holding out his hand.

They all basically passed around the letters looking more and more withered by the minute. Ferdinand eventually picked me up and carried me towards the house without a word.

"Mom could you watch the kids and make sure they get back to the playroom within an hour? We have to talk about something important with Tristan..." I heard Bellamy say, before following after us.

"Ferdinand... are you going to tell me what’s going on?" I asked.

He softly kissed my face, not saying a word. We made it all the way to his room and bed before he said a single word.

"Haaah... Syl. Do you know what would happen if we went alone?" Ferdinand asked, laying on the bed and looking up at the ceiling.

"A war.... for sure..." Sylvester replied, sitting at the foot of the bed.

"And if he goes?"

"Someone is going to die, I guarantee it..." Sylvester sighed.

"So I’m not the only one who’s thinking this way. We’re damned if we do and damned if we don’t." Ferdinand replied.

"The real question is why? What has Zachariah so scared that he’d summon everyone?" Sylvester asked.

"Sooo... are you guys going to keep ignoring my existence or is someone going to tell me wha–"

*Knock... Knock... Knock...*

"Not a good time..." Ferdinand groaned.

"You’re absolutely right, that’s why you need to see this..." Meyhymn replied.

Ferdinand immediately sat up upon hearing Meyhymn’s voice.

"Come in..." Ferdinand said.

"We have a massive problem guys. I think a war might break out here soon..." Meyhymn said looking worried.

I couldn’t help but worry, considering that that’s exactly what Ferdinand and Sylvester were just saying.

"Why?" I asked.

"How do you know that?" Ferdinand asked at the same time.

"That fucking prick named Danhiel... he sent this video to all of the facilities, mayor’s, and Mafia kings." Meyhymn said, turning a small screen around.

I immediately brought my knees to my chest. It was Danhiel and everything he was saying felt like a curse upon my life.

"Citizens of Delgahtowe,

I come baring important news. If the mayor or Mafia King in charge of the duhtchies can produce an infallible Omega genome, OR capture the Runaway Omega known as Tristan, who is currently sporting said DNA, the reward given will be any and everything you request. I wish you all the best of luck, and happyhunting." He ended his statement with a knowing smirk.

All at once everyone’s pheromones exploded out of anger. Their eyes were glowing fiercely and their faces promised death.

"Well I suppose this is why Zachariah is worried. And why he summoned you." Bellamy said.

"That’s not all guys..." Meyhymn said looking withered.

"What else is there?" Cole asked.

"Ezekihel had been right. Lore’rahlye does have a way to nullify mating marks. The reason why it’s not public knowledge is because it will only work on facility made Omegas." Meyhymn said with a sorrowful sigh.

It was all bad news. My head was spinning from the increasingly horrible news. There seemed to be no end to it. Ferdinand and the others were getting increasingly more pissed off the more time passed. Their pheromones should have been overwhelmingly oppressive, but the copious smell was actually more comforting than ever.

"Seeing as you’re more angry now than before, why do you think a war is coming?" Meyhymn asked Ferdinand.

"We’ve been summoned by Zachariah. On top of that, he has said Tristan can come as a plus one...." Sylvester groaned.

I couldn’t help but be surprised. I didn’t quite understand why that was such a horrible plan until Meyhymn broke it down further.

"Ah... I see. Tristan in a room full of Alphas, bad idea. Tristan left at home for three days, also bad idea..." Meyhymn groaned, putting his hand on his forehead.

"Not to mention you can’t go and neither can the twins... it’s quite alarming to be honest." Ferdinand added.

"When was that video sent out?" Cole asked.

"Sunday morning."

"Well that explains why Sîvret knew things he shouldn’t have..." Sylvester said.

"Thanks Meyhymn, I’ll keep you posted. Just make sure the kids are all inside and the men and house are on high alert. We can’t be too sure of anything right now." Ferdinand said.

Meyhymn nodded before turning to exit the room. I had many questions, but I didn’t even know where to start. I looked over at Ferdinand, then scanned the room. They all looked sick and worried.

"Can I see the letters?" I asked.

Bellamy handed me one and I read it, enthralled at the aspects of something I didn’t know...

’Mafia Kings & Queen,

This is an official summons that you cannot refuse. Doing so would see your title revoked and your life forfeit. You are to arrive in Demhongade by Saturday, October 19th no later than 1pm. You are allowed to bring up to two guards as your security detail. Violators will be shot on sight. As you know Demhongade is neutral territory, there will be no fighting amongst yourselves here. Violators will be stripped of their titles and killed on site. Remember the 5 rules. Violations will NOT be tolerated.

Your Grand Monarch, Zachariah.’

"Um... Ferdinand...? You’re a Mafia King? What even is that?" I asked.

Sure he said he was a Mafia boss, but King

sounds waaay more important. I couldn’t help but look up at him in shock. He gave me an awkward smile but didn’t answer my question. There was a long quiet pause before anyone said anything.

"So listen... no one can just walk around claiming to be in the Mafia. There are rules, tests, and procedures that need to be followed. Once you are recognized as such, you are given certain duties to uphold. We aren’t just out here fighting and killing each other. You are expected to better your land, your people, your community, and your Duhtchy. If you cannot, or your Duhtchy ends up worse off when you are put in charge, you are stripped of your title and banished to an outskirts Duhtchy not owned by anyone and more lawless than Maihzdin. The Duhtchy was aptly named Whastelahnd." Ferdinand said.

"In the event you can turn that duhtchy around and make it into a prosperous land, you can get officiated again. But no one has ever come close... they are usually killed within a month or so..." Sylvester added.

"So are you the Mafia King of Sayenrio?" I asked.

"No, dear Gods that would kill me for sure. My Duhtchy is StohneGarrdin..." He replied with a small smile.

"And you Sylvester?" I asked.

There was no way Sylvester saw Ferdinand become a Mafia King and didn’t say, ’Anything you can do, I can do better.’ So I was curious about the place he lorded over.

"Ah, yea well... my Duhtchy is called Sa’Ryne. It’s small and quaint and runs itself most days. I have men there but I’m never personally needed there..." Sylvester shrugged.

I couldn’t believe it. It was crazy to even think about. They were basically in charge of their own cities... But they were here with me instead of doing their duties. I wasn’t sure how to feel about that.

"What are the 5 rules?" I asked curious.

"Uhm... well... Ferdinand?" Sylvester said stretching.

"You actually forgot didn’t you? Haaah... a child through and through..." Ferdinand sighed.

He then went on to list the rules, and it was surprising to know they had their own laws and grading system.

Rule #1: A Ruler may not wage unnecessary wars.

Rule #2: A Ruler will not rule by violence and fear alone. The system must always have punishment and reward.

Rule #3: A Ruler may not take a life unnecessarily. It must be justified with absolute reason.

Rule #4: A Ruler cannot wage war for more land. They must seek a meeting with the opposing Ruler and Monarch to discuss it properly.

Rule #5: Rulers will treat Demhongade as neutral holy ground, and never set foot into the duhtchy for warmongering or violent means.

I couldn’t say the rules were very good ones. There was a lot of gray area with them. They could be easily twisted to fit someone else’s agenda, and that made me a bit uneasy...