Chapter 19

The Nosbeltran bar, one of the most exclusive and safe places in the city, is the flagship establishment of the Aballay family. It was located on a street that was neither especially wide nor especially narrow.

The bar was located some distance from the main road of one of the busiest streets in the city. It did not have any kind of sign or any kind of flashy accessory to highlight any kind of advertising of products or services that could be mentioned, and the tinted windows meant that no stranger could spy where they were not welcome.

Its doors were made of metal, looking very robust and resistant, but at the same time simple and nondescript, the perfectly smooth entrance of cement and the brick facade did not indicate anything about the nature of the establishment.

However, it is not as if it needed it, after all, it was known that those who had the right to enter knew that, if they crossed the metal door to the other side, they would enter an elite establishment with a slight smell of cigarette smoke with the slight sound of background music along with small laughs and murmurs.

Just a few feet into the entrance on the right was a mini bar embedded in the wall stocked with all kinds of liquors along with specialized garnishes to accompany them. The bar was made of imported oak wood carved with intricate hand-made details and a row of old padded stools.

Just at the ends of the bar were doors on either side. One led to the kitchen next to a glassless window that allowed orders to be passed through, while the other led to the upper floor.

The lighting was composed of several chandeliers hanging from both the ceiling and the walls with specialized lights that could be increased or decreased in intensity along with changing the color.

The room was large and deep, with several tables and chairs made of mahogany that dominated the space without being overwhelming, respecting a differential space so that everyone could be in their own world.

Even though it was only midday, the tables, and reserved stools were occupied by both older people drinking with smiles on their faces and cigars resting in their ashtrays. As well as by young people who were eating their lunches, laughing at jokes made between them, and some who were casting lascivious glances at the waitresses of the establishment who ignored this completely, since those in charge were intelligent enough to know that they could not be too clever.

Both age groups would fix their gaze on several flat screen televisions hanging on different walls which were broadcasting some football match.

And among all the people in the establishment at one of the tables far away from the sides was William sitting, with the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows while he calmly drank a glass of whiskey.

With Xander and Bentral standing at his sides backing him up as they spoke to a duo of waiters with the implicit permission of the dark-haired alpha to relax a little taking advantage of the fact that they were within his territory. 

Surrounded by highly trained personnel along with a few hidden surprises that would be used if something more explosive was required.

William's lip would curve into a slightly unhinged smile remembering the last time an arrogant idiot thought he could try to deliver a message to his aunt Veronica by threatening him in his own bar.

It was 16 years ago months after the alpha's parents died. Both Veronica and William were sitting inside what is now Nosbeltran, the alpha wanted to distract her nephew by giving him one of her unused properties so he could entertain himself by building it to his own tastes.

Frankly, she cared little what happened to the building. Her nephew could decide to tear it down as far as he was concerned and she would applaud. As long as whatever happened distracted him even minimally, she would be happy.

She never expected the little alpha to manage to turn an old closed-down bar into a bar worthy of representing the Aballays. It was an unexpected surprise that she did not hesitate to support by delegating trusted workers and gathering some close friends to show off/introduce the young man in charge.

On the opening day everything was going well, the diners seemed satisfied and happy, the workers seemed happy with the conditions in which they worked.

Everything seemed to be developing fantastically until, at a moment when Veronica left for a moment to answer her cell phone, a cheap attempt at a gangster appeared who thought it was a good idea to mess with the youngest of the Aballays.

What had to happen happened.

His screams filled the place, drowning out the music due to the stab he gave him in the sternum, which due to the force used became a forceful blow almost going through him from side to side, surviving only thanks to the fact that he turned out to be an alpha.

Unfortunately for the man, the place was occupied only by allies and subordinates of the family so they did not move a finger to help him, limiting themselves to observing with disinterest and some with slight mockery chuckling while some congratulated the little alpha.

And as if to finish condemning him, Veronica returned, not looking the least bit happy with the intruder, before William could end his torment due to the boredom he felt due to its short duration, and the alpha decided that since the message was for her she should respond on principle.

This was not at all her type of message wanting to make it clear that if someone tried to mess with her nephew again to get to her they would suffer a fate thousands of times worse than what they would naturally get by confronting her directly.

The black-haired man remembers watching with a little interest as his aunt dragged the poor devil out of her bar knowing that soon he would wish to be dead. Although to be fair and in his defense when all this happened he was only 12 years old so he couldn't even manage his strength well nor did he know how to cause pain with minimal movements.

In fact, at 15 he was already at a decent enough level to take on his aunt. And it was only at 17 that he beat her, qualifying for the line of succession and getting a seat at the table.

That doesn't mean that to this day the elder has stopped making fun of him for taking so long to win. Memories of the various and varied fights the alpha duo had had passed through his mind with old familiarity.

"(She's an idiot)" -William snorted lightly taking another drink-