There was only one response for how to deal with Safiyya. Alex grabbed her arm and led her away from the event as soon as possible. He wanted to woo the girl into giving him his first time, but after killing her brother in front of her there was no way that was going to happen, and because of that his only option now was to gaslight and coerce her into becoming his woman.
Because of this, Alex quickly led the girl away from the scene of the crime, and to his limo, she was still so much in shock that she did not even come to until the two of them were sitting in Alex’s secure penthouse with drinks in their hands.
Once Safiyya realized what was going on, she looked over at Alex and screamed at him.
“You killed him! You killed my brother!?! I mean you just… You just! Oh, my fucking God!”
Alex, ever calm in such circumstances quickly handed the girl a drink and told her to calm down. Basically forcing her to do drink the alcoholic beverage as he assured her everything would be fine, and he was not remotely responsible for his actions.
“Hey, Safiyya look at me. I had no choice. The man tried to kill me. In this world, it is kill or be killed. If I had not shot your brother, then you and I both would be in serious danger right now!”
Safiyya was just now realizing the shit show she had caused, no doubt her father would hold her responsible for her brother’s death who was far more important to the family than she was, causing the young woman to quickly panic as she latched onto Alex’s arm and demanded an answer for what the hell they could do about this mess. All the while tears strolled down her eyes and began to sully her makeup.
“Alex, what the hell are we going to do? If my father finds out about this-“
Alex quickly shut the girl up by putting a finger to her lips. He then explained in great detail the plan he had to finish this matter once and for all.
Safiyya was deeply questioning all of her choices in life that had led to this moment. But for some reason, she instinctively trusted Alex. Perhaps as a result of one of his skills that subtly influenced the girl. Either way, she nodded her head and agreed to this request.
Not knowing that Alex planned to use this as a means of not only acquiring Safiyya but also her mother. Who he had a sneaking suspicion was the last heroine in the region. Hence why he was so desperate for a meeting with her family, even if it put his life at risk.
And sure enough, the Queen of Hearts appeared in the next moment, informing him that this was the case.
“Hehehe, figured it out have you? That’s right kiddo, you get that little princess and her milf of a mother, and you are golden. But first you have got to deal with that old codger this girl’s mother is married to. So… How do you plan to make it out of this mess alive?”
Alex, of course did not say anything in response to the Queen of Hearts who only he could interact with. Instead, he was quick to assure Saffiyya, that everything would be fine once more, before having her fake hero status as a captive.
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It took some time for Alex to have things cleaned up on his end. It was rather messy after all. But there was little doubt after the video of Ali’s death went viral that the Prince of Oman had been shot dead in the streets of Las Vegas.
Saffiyya’s mother was grieving the death of her son, and the kidnapping of her daughter, while her father was on the warpath. Doing what little he could to try to strong arm the United States into giving up information on his son’s murderer.
But was there any point in even attempting such a thing? The United States could be bought easily, but bullied? Never. It was a corrupt nation where money talked, but force would only result in silence.
Perhaps if the King of Oman had the slightest bit of rational thought at this moment, he would have been able to understand this. But he was in a blind rage, and because of this he was being stonewalled by the American diplomats. With only served to further anger the man as he hung up his phone.
He was about to throw it against the wall when he received a call from his daughter’s phone. Answering it without thinking as he called out to her.
“Safiyya are you alright? Have they-“
Before the man could finish his statement, an altered voice spoke back to him.
“If you want your daughter back a live and unmolested, I suggest you transfer one hundred billion dollars to the following account within 24 hours. If not, I will soil her in ways that will ruin your future plans.”
After saying this, Alex hung up, not waiting for a single response, instead sending a text message to the man’s account with his burner phone with the bank account information before disposing of the phone.
Safiyya who was drunk by this point sat on the sofa in his penthouse. She had quickly turned to alcohol to deal with her grieving process. And now she couldn’t help but ask what the next step of their plans were.
“What now?”
Alex simply smirked as he confidently responded in a way, as if he already knew what would happen.
“Now we go back to my bedroom and have some fun, because your father won’t follow through with my demands, and I’m a man of my word…”
Safiyya perhaps spurred on by intoxication and her many complicated emotions did not say a word, instead following Alex back to his room like an obedient hostage should.