God of Crime: Strongest Mafia Boss



All the information Adam threw came like crashing waves on Natasha. So much that her heart started to pound at breakneck speed. She had already been left reeling and confused by all the truth and information Adam had just thrown at her.

She realized that there was so much she did not know about and that she had even underestimated how strong he actually was. There were many things she needed to learn to better understand him. Be it as an individual or as a partner for the future.

But now, despite all the earth-shattering revelations he just threw at her — He was saying that there was one more that surpassed all of those?

Her mind worked fast as she tried to connect the dot.

"You mentioned nothing about your contract with a god."

"I lied back then."

Natasha nodded. Not angry in the slightest. She had already thought about the possibility of him lying and in the first place, asking the source of his power back then was not something she should have done.

'But if so…'

If this power did not come from a god then…

"You are not human."

She looked at him. "Did I guess right?"

"Hahhh…You know being too intelligent sometimes isn't cute?"

Natasha smiled feebly at his attempt at a joke. But now she realized it all made sense

How did Adam grow stronger so fast? How could a humans possibly have such power without being an apostle?

The only possible answer was

"I guess the question is now…What are you?"

"What am I indeed? If you wish to know, I guess it's your turn to speak. A truth for a truth, right? Though I admit I am surprised. I thought you would have a more visceral reaction about me being a mass murderer."

Natasha raised an eyebrow, "Should I remind you who my parents are?"

"Ah…Noted."

As an Alpha and the boss of a Russian mafia group, there was no chance in hell that Natasha's father was not even a bigger mass murderer than he was. The same went for her parents and most of her siblings.

"Even Fedora already had her hand bathed in blood."

Natasha gave a sad smile. This was what it means to be part of a criminal empire and the heir of said empire. Death was ever present and could never be escaped from.

All they could do was fight and fight while continuing to advance and becoming stronger.

Kill or be killed.

There was not much else besides this.

She started walking again, looking down at the world from her position and the worries that started sprouting in her heart faded once again.

"I like this place. I feel like the two of us are alone in the world."

This was truly a mysterious sensation — walking in the air that is.

She felt like she was standing on solid ground but she was in fact flying or walking, in the air.

"After this, we can go visit the ocean. Trust me, flying between the sea and the sky is beautiful."

"I will take your word for it."

She took a deep breath, "Very well. I told you I might die soon. But it's not exactly this. What might happen is that I will lose my sense of self and 'die' in a more metaphysical way. The soul will be the same. The body will be the same. But the self and consciousness will be different."

She pointed a finger to her head before coming to her heart.

"I have a wolf in me."

Adam's lips twitched a little which caused Natasha to groan with a flushed face.

"Go on. I know it must be itching."

"Ahem. I just wanted to be sure…So you got that dwag in you?"

"Haha. Very funny. I am sure you would be popular as a stand-up artist."

"Heh…Sorry. I couldn't help myself."

Natasha smiled, "Thanks for trying to cheer me up. Anyway, I have a wolf in me. This is something all werewolves have in a way and it is generally the manifestation of our animalistic instincts."

"I guess that wolf wakes up during each full moon."

"Yes. The Wolf is what we call our instincts so werewolves, they do not literally have one. It's something that can be learned to control and a wolf is only considered an adult when they can go through the full moon without transforming or becoming a beast."

"But you are different."

"I am."

She was bitter, "In the case of true Alpha, we don't have just a stronger form of instincts. Our instincts have their own consciousness. The wolf in me is real. It's an entity born from my most base and repressed instincts."

She placed her hand on her chest, "The other me that I must repress."

"On the night of the 9th, my birthday and the full moon, I will fight the beast. If I win, I will have full access to all the power an Alpha should have and it will only take me a few days or weeks to become a powerhouse. If I fail, I will be devoured whole and will be replaced."

Adam stopped laughing. This matter was slightly more complicated than he thought. Still, there was something that didn't add up.

"I don't think you are the first true Alpha. While this is a fight to the death, they shouldn't have more know-how from previous experience."

"Normally yeah. At the end of the day, it should just be a nascent consciousness. Most True Alpha would struggle, and some would fail but the success rate is overwhelmingly higher."

"But…"

"But I am once again different even when compared to other True Alphas. At my birth, I was bestowed with a special blood. This is also the reason why I am called Silver Princess even by wolves outside of my pack."

She looked at Adam, hesitating a little but in the end, she went ahead and said it. She did not want to lie,

"The Truth was specially bestowed to me by our ancestors."

Adam opened his eyes wide,

"By Ancestor… You mean…?"

"Yes… By the Primogenitor of our race. The first Shapesfiter and Werewolf — The Binge Eater; Lycaon."