Chapter 319: Escaping Riyadh
When the Queen of Hearts had rewritten the narrative so that nobody knew Alex was “El Cucuy” and as a result, he never went to the middle east prior to his second fight with Vitor Borges. Alex initially thought that it was a serious detriment to the progress he had made with Aisha.
And while Aisha did not remember Alex, nor have the same affection rating she had for him prior to the reset. This change in the timeline had little effect on Ali’s drug addiction. Who was an addict prior to Alex ever stepping foot in Saudi Arabia.
It was honestly only a matter of time before his habits were discovered by his fingers. As a result, and a chance of fate, Alex was now smuggling Aisha out of her home country, bringing her to exile in the United States of America.
She had, after all, fled from her father’s guards, after getting into an enormous fight with the man over her fiancé and how much she did not want to marry him. Running away was one thing. Such information could be suppressed.
But fleeing the country and seeking asylum in the United States, that was a cause for international headlines. And while Alex could use his contacts to bribe government officials to get the woman permanent residency, as well as a new identity. He would not be letting her seek asylum through official means.
After all, the moment she did so, this would become an international issue, and Alex’s involvement in the matter would sooner or later be revealed to the Saudi Royal Family, making him an enormous target. And judging how the Saudis dealt with people on their shitlists, Alex did not really want to make a powerful enemy in the form of a state actor like he had done prior to the reset.
Nevertheless, Alex’s goal was to conquer Aisha, and this would never be permitted through official means so long as she remained the Princess of Saudi Arabia. Because of this, Alex was more than happy to assist in the woman’s escape.
If there was one thing Alex had learned during his time with Los Zetas, it was how to smuggle large items. Everything from bricks of cocaine to body parts, he knew how to smuggle shit out of and into zones of high security, and he had learned from the best.
And before long, they were in the air, headed back to the United States, where Alex planned to keep the woman under surveillance within the penthouse of one of the many hotels his mother owned.
But for now, there was an 18+ hour flight that Alex and Aisha were forced to endure. Luckily for them, it was not like they were on a commercial flight in economy class. No, this was a private business jet. In fact, it was one of the largest private jets in the world, one capable of making the trip without stopping.
It was also super luxurious, with multiple bedrooms, a pool, and a hot tub. As well as a full kitchen that was fully staffed and stocked. Aisha had, of course, been on flights with similar jets that her family owned, which were perhaps even grander, but she was surprised that a young man roughly the same age of her had such a private jet at his disposal.
After all, by her estimate, this jet should be worth at least half a billion dollars, and despite being an alleged billionaire, such an expense was extraordinary even for a man who was worth 1 billion dollars. Because of this, she was quick to ask Alex, while they sat at the bar section of the plane, just how much he was worth.
“Okay, I have to ask, how old are you, and how much are you worth? When you said you had a private jet, I was expecting I don’t know something like a Falcon, not a sky palace like my family has!”
It was true that Alex also owned a Falcon, but to him, that was a jet he left in Korea for his family there to used to fly across the country whenever they felt like a trip to Busan or Jeju Island. It was not his personal jet, which was a much larger and grander jet, the one they were in now.
Alex sipped from a beer with a charming smirk on his face as he explained his wealth to Aisha, who stared at him with a dumbfounded expression on her pretty face.
“Officially, my net worth is rather small. As the majority of my assets are all in either my mother’s name or in the name of one of my lovers. But unofficially, I take 10% of Los Zetas yearly revenue, which after winning the drug war earlier this year is about 500 billion annually, give or take a few billion.
It all goes into an overseas account which those bastards in Washington can’t get their hands on. And thus nobody really knows about my wealth. You seem… surprised….”
Aisha was not exactly well versed on political affairs that were happening on the other side of the world, but she understood the term drug war. And was quick to point at Alex and accuse him as being as bad as her fiancée.
“You! You’re a drug dealer? You’re just as bad as that bastard my father betrothed me to!”
Alex smirked, not the slightest bit frightened by the woman’s negative response. He took a sip from his beer, enjoying it for several moments, before placing it down, wiping his mouth and answering the woman with a confident smirk on his face.
“Oh, am I? I believe you have one thing mistaken here. I don’t partake of the stuff myself. Nor do I really engage in the sales part of the operation. I’m just a specialist Los Zetas brought in to win the war.
You see, my specialty is violence, it’s something I’m very good at. And apparently enough so that I was able to win the war on behalf of Los Zetas, and in doing so conquer the heart of their beautiful Drug Queen.
Thus giving me a position of control over the organization from behind the shadows, along with a share of the profits. After hearing all of that, you can honestly say that I’m really not that bad of a guy, right?”
Aisha gawked at Alex in silence for some time. She was honestly stunned by his shamelessness. Not that bad of a guy? He basically just admitted to being a butcher of men! And yet he was not that bad of a guy?
Then again, when she really thought about it, could she really judge him? Her family, after all, were some of the wealthiest murderers on the planet. The Saudi Princess was lost in thought for a good long while, debating the morality of Alex’s words.