Alpha Loren novel Chapter 205

Leo's POV

Max looked around the empty cafe and then out the wide window onto the street, "This doesn't feel right," he said.

Last night, we had received a call from the one and only Luciano who claimed to be able to help us find Ella. After Max had dealt with the initial shock of finding out that I didn't kill him four years ago, we agreed to meet in this rather mundane Caracas coffee shop.

There was one girl working behind the counter and pretty much no customers leaving the only sound being the quiet buzz of an old speaker playing 1970s elevator music and the occasional beep of a car horn on the street outside.

"We can't trust him, Alpha," Max continued. 

"If he can take me to my Luna, I don't care if I can trust him," I replied. "Gustavo isn't getting us anywhere. This could be our next best hope."

Moments later, the bell above the door chimed, indicating someone had entered and a few moments after, the seat in front of us was drawn back and sat in by a tall, slender man with jet black hair.

He looked from me to Max as a smirk grew on his lips and his dark eyes glistened.

"Leonardo," he said. "Long time no see, my friend."

"I am not your friend," I replied.

He stifled a laugh before turning to Max, "And my second favourite cousin, how wonderful it is to see you again." 

He gave a smile so contrived it could have been painted by a three-year-old. 

"We are only here for Ella's sake. So get on with it, what do you know?" Max said.

"You're not even going to order me a coffee first?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

I clenched my jaw and his eyes snapped to mine, "Cut the shit, Luciano. How can you help me get my Luna?"

"Well," he said beckoning the waitress over with his finger. "Andrea Martinez has been in touch with me."

"Why?" I asked.

His lips curled up at the edges a little as he shrugged, "He asked me to kill you."

At that point, the waitress appeared.

"Un café, por favor," he said to her as I stared at him, unsure what to say.

The waitress nodded and then turned to me and Max taking one look at us before backing away back behind the counter.

"He asked you?" Max growled.

"Who better to ask? He knows we have a long, rocky history and he knew how easily I'd be able to get you into a quiet café alone," he replied.

I folded my arms across my chest before glaring him down. Max, who probably hadn't scanned him for any kind of weapon on his way in, was far less relaxed which seemed to amuse Luciano and he sadistically smiled to himself.

"But what he doesn't know is where my loyalty lies," he said when he was done enjoying my Max's panic.

I scoffed.