Chapter 142: “La Madre”
The attack on the Casino, and Alex’s assassination of Richard Johnson, quickly made national headlines. After all, a wealthy billionaire had his business stormed by a lone gunman. His private security was exterminated, While he and his son were both executed in their penthouse. This was not exactly something that happened every day in America.
The motives of the gunman were unclear. After all, there was not a single case of theft involved in it. Some analysts claimed that this sudden attack was a political assassination. And that this was a sign that the working class finally taking a stand against their corporate overlords.
While others presumed the shooting was an act of vengeance against the gambling industry, these analysts presumed that perhaps this shooter had been drained of his entire life savings at the Casino and lost everything. Leading him to resort to murder.
The fact of the matter was that nobody really knew who was responsible for this attack or why it happened. After all, not even the shell casings revealed the fingerprints of the perpetrator. And since Alex wore a balaclava beneath his clown mask, there weren’t even any hair follicles to be found. To put it simply, there was not any forensic evidence that could remotely connect Alex to the crime scene.
There was not even any photographic evidence of the vehicle used by the gunman, as he had left the parking garage at the same time as five other vehicles. Which was a stroke of good luck for Alex. Not to mention the armored Mercedes that Alex used was not actually registered to his or his mother’s name, but rather Richard’s company.
And while the news talked about this event 24 hours a day, someone south of the border took an interest in the story far more than most would. In the city of Nuevo Laredo, a drug lord sat atop a pile of cash and cocaine. She snorted the narcotics while watching the American news which reported this sudden attack.
The woman was in her later thirties or possibly early forties. And, like most Mexicans, had brown skin, dark hair, and matching eyes. Her body was both curvy and stacked, and she was currently dressed in a transparent nightgown, with a gilded .44 magnum revolver sitting next to her on her nightstand.
This Mexican drug lord was known by the nickname of “La Madre”, and she was currently one of the leading members of the Los Zetas Cartel, which, despite its fearsome reputation, was declining quite rapidly as of late.
Recently, the Jalisco New Generation Cartel had begun ruthlessly targeting the Zetas in order to establish themselves as the most violent and vicious of the Mexican drug cartels. This was a title that the Zetas themselves had previously boasted. As a result of the CJNG’s atrocities, “La Madre” had begun to seize power in the wake of the Zetas’ decline.
Formerly a member of the Los Zetas Panteras, which was an elite unit of female Sicarios. “La Madre” was a stone-cold killer. Despite her looks that were on par with the most stunning beauty queens, she was just as likely to slit your throat as she was to praise you for being a “good boy”.
This was the woman who Amahle was indebted to, and who Amahle was supposed to work for once she had assassinated Alex and Diana. However, while “La Madre” watched the ongoing story about Richard’s death, she had easily figured out what the American authorities could not.
After all, she was heavily connected with the criminal underworld, both in the United States and south of the border. Because of this, she had already looked into the identity of the targets who Amahle was previously contracted to kill.
Not only did she know that Alex and Diana were marked for death, but she also knew that Richard was the one behind the contract. Thus, it was easy enough to assume that the man who had stormed the Casino and murdered Richard was none other than Alex. This was blatantly obvious to those on the other side of the law, and especially so to “La Madre” after Amahle had complimented the boy’s skills.
Alex had done more than simply murder his stepfather and stepbrother. He had sent a message to the criminal world that he was not to be fucked with. Alex was armed, trained, and not afraid of making headlines.
And this was exactly the kind of man that “La Madre” wanted working for her. Thus, she was quick to pull out her phone after doing another line of coke, where she did Alex a favor. After all, Amahle was not the only assassin who had been paid in advance to kill Alex and Diana. If these assassins were left to their own devices, some of them might still try to honor the contract, despite the fact that their employer was killed.
But with a simple decree from a Los Zetas drug lord, any would be assassins would stay clear of Alex and his loved ones as if the man was radioactive. And after making this decree. “La Madre” began to dial Amahle personally to let her know that her job was done.
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Alex responded to this by increasing his thrusts, while placing the phone back to his ear and responding to whoever was on the other end of the line.
“You are a very naughty boy... I don’t know exactly what you are doing to my little friend, but she appears to be enjoying it. I have an offer to make you, so how about you fly out to Nuevo Laredo to meet with me after you get your affairs in order, so that we can discuss this matter in person?
After all, with your step-father’s death, his lawyers are going to try to do everything they can to deny his estate from ending up in your mother’s hands. And She will need you to make sure she gets what she is entitled to.
I’ll be waiting for your arrival. But don’t keep me waiting too long.... I tend to get impatient when a boy I am interested in plays hard to get.... You wouldn’t want me to have to send my men to come get you, now would you?”
After saying this, the woman hung up on Alex, leaving him a state of complete and total bewilderment. However, he ignored this matter for now and continued to fuck Amahle’s until she passed out, and he had cum inside her.
Once Alex was finished torturing the would-be assassin, he released her restraints and laid her down on a nearby sofa, where the Queen of Hearts appeared with a rather anxious expression on her face. She was dressed in a leather jacket and a black shirt which showed off her midriff. As well as leather skintight pants and knee-high boots.
The Queen of Hearts also had an old type 3 AK-47 in her hands as she smoked a cigarette. Alex simply laughed at her villainous cosplay. That is, until she finally spoke.
“This isn’t good Alex... First you have assassins coming after you, and now the Cartel has taken an interest in you. You do realize that you are one step away from becoming a career criminal, right? Alas, the path you choose is up to you, but I would be remiss if I didn’t remind you that your women might not be so approving if you end up becoming a hitman for the Los Zetas.
But like I said, this isn’t my choice to make. And regardless of how you choose to proceed, the next batch of heroines after you complete the United States arc will be in Mexico. So, one way or another, you will have to deal with the cartels on this journey that the system has chosen for you to take. Now, enough of this grim shit! let’s see what you won!”
After saying this, the Queen of hearts spun the prize wheel while doing her usual song and dance. Where it eventually landed on another skill that Alex found to be incredibly useful.
[Congratulations! You have won the skill Universal Translator!]
[You are now able to speak any language you encounter fluently, and with a native accent! You are also able to read and write its language to absolute perfection!]
Alex was amazed at this ability when he saw it, and was just about to say something when the Queen of Hearts dropped her mouth in awe. She quickly lashed out at the wheel for giving Alex another OP skill. This was the second time that Alex had seen the woman do such a thing since he first transmigrated into this manga.
“God dammit! I thought I fixed this thing! How? How do you keep getting the good shit? Fuck this, I’m out!”
After saying this, the Queen of Hearts disappeared entirely, leaving Alex in a state of contemplation. So far in his “American Arc”, Alex had conquered his aunt Shannon’s heart, and claimed her virtue. He had conquered Jade’s heart, but had still yet to claim the reward that came with her chastity.
And now he had gained the prize that came with fucking Amahle. But he had yet to properly conquer her heart. While at the same time, Emily was warming up to Alex, while absolutely disgusted with Chad.
The last piece of the puzzle that Alex knew of was Vanessa, who Alex was little more than an acquaintance with. And though Chad’s reputation with her had slightly taken a hit as a result of the man assaulting Emily. Vanessa still seemed to favor the man over Alex.
With this in mind, Alex could only estimate that he was still quite a bit away from finishing the American Arc. Thus, he carried Amahle up to one of the private bedrooms in the mansion before entering the master bedroom and getting some sleep. When morning came, Alex would begin his attempts to actually win affection points with Amahle, who until now, considered him to be nothing more than a target to kill.