Her Forever

Third Person

Heavy breathing filtered into the room. His heart rate was fast, but not enough to match his breathing. Hope, desperation, was the only thing keeping his two organ systems from crashing. B***d rushed to his ears, feeling like Niagara Falls pouring in an endless rage. Head tilted forward, staring into his lap, he felt his fate before a word left the animal’s maw. Tight ropes gripping him to the cold chair were enough indication that his time was limited, all because of his treacherous wife.

He gave her everything, the pearls around her neck, the beauty of their home, the clothes she wore and all he asked was loyalty and heirs to his empire. It wasn’t just her looks he fell for; it was everything he was not. Evangeline tried to instill peace within him, get him away from the darkness that he surrounded himself with, but his greed was too great. There was always one more deal, one more undercover rush to fill through his black veins. He wanted to conquer the western world because he was close. All of Europe was at his fingertips, next was America, and then soon half the world would lie in his hands. It all went to s**t once he made that deal, the deal that would seal his fate this day.

Tight furred fists slammed on the expensive mahogany desk. Matteo Amato, Don of the Italian Empire, flinched. The animal before him was known for being calm, calculating, manipulative. He was always in control, always one or two steps ahead of the rest of the mafias, gangs and world leaders. This animal was around for centuries, seen nations rise and fall in the blink of an eye, hell he may have been the one to dip his hands into those countries.

A growl rippled through the room. Only the faint drippings of the b***d on Matteo’s forehead could be heard as they hit the dark wood of the floor. Growls deep within the creature seeped through. The bear shifter bodyguards at his side were waving side to side in nervousness. Looking at one another, they stepped far back to the wall as they could, not daring impeding the wrath of one of the last Kitsunes in existence.

Kitsunes themselves were calm, but this one was anything but. All because through the eyes of one of the small forest creatures, he saw his property was tainted. A risk he did not see coming, a mistake he did not plan on having.

A velvet chuckle came from the harried beast, his body that of man, still covered in his luxurious white hair with the tips of tails of orange. His head was still the look of the fox he truly was, his ears twitched listening for any other sounds of the room.

One single claw extended from his pawed fingers, scratching deeply into the desk as he rounded it. The mayor of the town had expensive taste, even though the town was small and barely registered on the map. They filled the room with expensive things such as paintings, small head busts and the many heads of animals he had hunted. After all, it was a hunting town. The Kitsune finally stood in front of the desk, staring up at the various animal heads on the wall, mumbling to himself, finally clasping his claws together with a clink of his rings.

The mayor was no longer to be found in his office. Now he lay dead in the frost for the past three days when the Kitsune finally found Matteo. He wasn’t hard to find. He liked to play his games with those who owed him. Those who owed the great Kitsune suffered the most.

The town was completely captured, businesses were no longer running. As soon as the Kitsune approached in his expensive cars, he let his small army of rogue shifters have their fun. B***d painted the streets. Screams could be heard for miles. Maybe Matteo helped in one way, keeping his own set or rogues and his men surrounding the Red Moon Pack so they couldn’t save the pathetic town, but it wasn’t enough. Not enough to pay for the many mistakes.

The Kitsune opened his mouth, then immediately closed it. Heat filled the room and remained deadly silent as he walked around Matteo, still tied to the chair, barely breathing. The deep cuts in his arms, legs and torso had ruined the oriental carpet below and his stench from sitting in his own urine for days had come to fruition.

“Tell me, Matteo,” the velvet voice began. It was slightly higher than one would think of an animal that could growl, but a Kitsune was no ordinary animal. He was highly intelligent, using his vocal cords to sound sweet and alluring. “How is it that it took you one full year to retrieve my possession that you lost?”

Matteo knew better to answer. It was rhetorical. The day he called the infamous Kitsune to report that his supposed bride went missing, he knew he was in deep s**t. Just one day prior to being delivered to him and he had lost her. Matteo couldn’t understand why he would want his red-headed daughter. She was anything but beautiful to him. Trinity is thickly built, unlike her mother, who was slender and the goddess herself. His other children listened to his every word, obeyed him like they should. Their son was in New York, taking care of his affairs there. Their daughter married into the Russia mafia and listens to every word of the Russian Don. He had her primed to be the perfect wife and not only that, they also actually loved each other. If only his third daughter would have listened and not caused so much trouble.

“I’m terribly sorry. It is my fault. I found her three months prior, but duties in Italy kept me away. I-I had her watched, however!” Matteo stuttered like someone who he would normally torture. Matteo had lost his dignity and was now being taught humility.

“Why was I not informed?” The Kitsune picked up a random artifact from the bookshelf, pretending to be infatuated it as he eyed the object. Matteo shifted in his seat, still full of piss from the days of sitting in an empty office, to know of what sins he would pay for.

“There, there were complications. I couldn’t reach you.” Matteo dared not tell him he lost the stone he was supposed to carry with him at all times. One gentle squeeze and looking at Trinity’s picture would bring the Kitsune to Matteo. Running back and forth around the country, it must have slipped from his pocket, or worse yet someone could have stolen it from him from the many clubs he frequented while he waited for word on his supposed daughter’s whereabouts.

“You lost it,” The Kitsune whispered. “Do you know how rare those are?” The Kitsune dropped the artifact, its soft paws hitting the floor with no sound to be heard. The suit he wore over his human like body was pristine white, almost glowing against the darkness. If only he was the pleasant light of the room, but instead he was nothing but a facade.

Bending over, using the long length of his claw, he tipped Matteo’s head upwards to meet the dark red eyes of the Kitsune. “I found it with some w***e, some prostitute in New Orleans. I don’t think you really wanted to find your daughter at all, Mr. Amato.” Matteo shook his head violently. Fear struck his heart until his left arm went completely numb.

“You dragged your pathetic wife around, using her as a test subject for the chemical formulas and plans I had sent you. Then you go and screw a w***e who stole from you. You humans are something else. No loyalty.”

“Capo, I swear I don’t know what you see in my daughter!” Matteo tried to reason. “She’s not the most beautiful. I can find you someone else. The wolves have her. I can’t break through their territory. I can find you someone better!” Matteo’s arm, now numb, reached up the left side of his body. His neck and face began to droop.

“Tsk, Tsk,” the Kitsune snuffed out his nose. “I told you from the beginning I have specific,… requirements,” he purred inwardly. Pulling out Trinity’s photograph, he fingered the side of her face. “And she meets all of them.”

“She’s infertile!” Matteo screamed. “I didn’t tell you, but she is. Trinity won’t be able to conceive a child for you!” Matteo g*****d, his heart throbbing in his chest. The pressure became unbearable.

“Baffoon,” The Kitsune walked to the window, staring at the dead body of the mayor in the nearby wood. Animals of the forest cleaned up the leftovers, taking them to their own homes for their own desires. “I knew that already. In fact, I know many things that you don’t.” The Kitsune played with his claws. “Her infertility is but a minor issue that I will resolve, so don’t worry. Also, Trinity is not really your daughter.” The Kitsune smirked, looking back at a confused Matteo.

“What?” his voice slurred.

“That’s right, your precious wife that did no wrong. She had an affair, with an elf paying respects to her mother. Trinity isn’t even your daughter.” Matteo’s heart sunk. He had loved his wife. Evangeline was everything he wanted in a woman. She obeyed him, calmed him even when he did despicable things in his line of work. The ultimate betrayal was when he took Trinity and tried to run away with her.

The Kitsune laughed heartedly, “Oh your face! The many years knowing were well worth it!” Matteo g*****d, the pain both mentally and physically were finally dimming the lights in his eyes. “On top of that, I was the one that blew up your warehouse.” Matteo shot his head back up to look into the red eyes.

“That’s right, a colleague of mine was having you make my biochemical weapons. I ruined you so you had to make a contract with me, so I could get your ‘daughter,’” the Kitsune put in air quotations. “You had to take the deal with me, or then what? Your plans to take over the western hemisphere would go up in smoke. I had every one of your clients pull from you after that warehouse destruction with just one phone call, causing you to lose billions! Who would want a don that can’t take care of his own business?” Matteo’s mouth hung in shock, drool leaving the numb side of his face.

“Then I had the liberty of watching you suffer this past year. Running not just to find your daughter, but for your own life.”

The Kitsune laughed manically. “Sorry, things tend to get really boring when you live for so long,” he wiped an imaginary tear from his eye. “The only thing I did not foresee was my future mate already mated to two WOLVES!” He roared mightily, his tails swayed heavily, knocking over the pictures on the elaborately decorated desk. Matteo choked, his breath was knocked from his body and his head fell backwards until his heart stopped beating completely.

The Kitsune breathed heavily over Matteo’s body, regretting scaring him into having a heart attack. He wanted him to suffer more, suffer for letting his step daughter get too far away. If the countries he had been in control over hadn’t been so difficult, he would have found her himself, and in less time.

Finding Trinity, his chosen mate, was anything short of a miracle to him. Trinity hid in a mansion in Italy being taught by tutors and out of sight of anyone in the Amato family. She wasn’t the perfect picture Matteo had wanted for someone to look in his family.

The Kitsune sauntered back to the large office chair, sitting back, getting his nine tails situated, staring at the lifeless body of Matteo. Trinity was stunning. How dare her step-father say otherwise? Her red hair that matched her mothers, her wide h**s and luscious thighs. It was all he could do to keep the drool from leaving his perfectly groomed hair around his mouth.

What would he have done if he had not attended the Online National Union of Future Leaders just a few years ago? Just because he was a Kitsune didn’t mean he stayed in his half form all the time. Many times, he would be in full human form. He had to if he wanted to recruit any men or women for his many teams that worked on his various projects. He scrolled through every profile of young adults attending. One was that of Trinity Amato. Her eyes glittered on the screen, watching the speaker, not even aware of a supernatural creature pondering her baring his fox pups.

Quickly having his team hack her computer, he already knew she was everything he wanted. The bright red hair that matched part of his tails, her porcline skin, the freckles on her face only added to her beauty. Finding everything he could, he found her entire background, which wasn’t much, but what was there impressed him. Even through homeschool she was insanely brilliant. Trinity stayed at home, no outdoor activities that he could tell, and the secret daughter of the Italian Don Matteo Amato.

Since that day his obsession had grown, he was going to get his chosen mate. This had been meticulously planned from the start. Only problem he did not foresee were the two alpha princes of Bergarian. The Kitsune’s paws reached out, scratching the table again. The wood curled, and the sound squealed into the bears’ ears.

“Clean this up,” he said in a low voice. The bears executed their cleaning duties while the Kitsune’s tails swayed.

Another plan was forming in his mind. Watching through the little eyes of the forest, through a squirrel, no doubt, had shown that his innocent little mate was no longer innocent, and in fact mated. His lips curled into a cruel smile.

“I’ll still have her,” he thought. “I just have to devise my plan more wisely.”