His Mafia Prince -
Chapter 110: Dont Get Attached
Chapter 110: Dont Get Attached
(MILES)
Arlo presses the gas pedal and the bike jerks forward. We stumble and almost fall because neither of us has an idea how to ride a dirt bike. Somehow, Arlo manages to keep the bike upright and we speed towards the front of the cabin. The acrid smell of gas and burning motor oil fills my nostrils as we gear towards the road.
As soon as we pass the cabin, two men in fitting black suits appear, running out of the cabin with their guns drawn. Arlo guns the motor and the speeds past them. The roar of the engine is so loud that I can barely hear anything. At this point, I fully expect to feel a bullet rip through my flesh.
I should have done the right thing earlier and leave Arlo behind to distract them by driving off the dirt bike, yet here I am clinging precariously to him as he speeds on the rocky road winding down the mountains.
Minutes later when a bullet doesn’t tear through me, I glance over my shoulder and notice the SUV in the distance, dust churning from its tires as it follows fast behind us. The fact that the road is uneven works to our advantage because we can go through the ruts and the dips faster than the big car. Even then, our balance is off and we almost tip severally. I glance back again and notice that the SUV has gained ground.
"Shit, they’re closing in on us," I yell.
Arlo speeds up. I hug his slim waist tighter as the wind slaps against my face. How he managed to get the bike running is still beyond me. It was a foolish move to keep trying when we were in immense danger. Thankfully, he succeeded. I don’t want to begin to imagine what would have happened had he failed. Even now, Daltons guys didn’t hesitate to shoot at us. This is past being interested in capturing us hostage. They want to kill us.
Arlo manages to pull far ahead of the vehicle until we lose sight of them. I don’t want to jinx myself by hoping for the best too soon, but thanks to Arlo, we might actually make it down the mountain alive.
Soon enough when we reach the main road, Arlo shocks me when he turns to go further ahead of the mountain instead of going down.
"What the hell are you doing?" I ask.
"I’m sure they expect us to go down the mountain. I’m trying to throw them off." He says huskily. His voice carries to me over the wind. He leans forward and speeds up the road, carrying us further and further away from the city. "Trust me, Miles."
Trust me?
I grit my teeth and hold back my angry remark. After all he has put me through why would he ask me to trust him? So far, our interaction has been based on anything but trust. We are only working together out of necessity. In situations like this, two heads are better than one. But because he is the one riding, I have no option but to hold back and let him do what he sees fit. After all, I cannot ride a bike.
I’ll also give it to him and acknowledge his smart move. The people we are running away from have probably contacted their aides downhill. They will be sure to expect us to come down so they can intercept us on the main road. I can’t wait to be away from this hellish mountain, but for now, patience is key.
At one point, Arlo turns onto a side road and eventually pulls over to stop beneath a massive tree.
"That was so close." He groans and cuts the engine.
"It was risky." I get off the bike and then stretch my muscles from side to side.
"Sure. But it worked." He says, patting the fibreglass side panel of the bike. "Now there’s a means to get to that gas station quickly."
"Yes. If the bike keeps running."
He winces. "Yeah, I think it should. Either way, they would have trapped us easily had we gone down the mountain now."
"They already know we are in a dirt bike. That would have made it easier for them to spot us."
"We’d have been sitting ducks on foot as well." He gets off the bike and stands beside me.
The wind flutters his long hair. I breathe in his sweet omega scent as I study him. That weird aching to shield him overwhelms me again. Am I getting these instincts because of the bite or what? That’s the only explanation that makes sense. Other than Sasha and his family, I don’t tend to feel protective over anyone.
"Miles,"
"Yes?"
"Why did you warn me?"
"What do you mean?"
"You would have easily disappeared into the woods." He shrugs. "I wouldn’t have known that Dalton’s men were coming."
I hold his curious gaze, unwilling to admit the truth. "I don’t know."
He distractedly rubs his palms on the bite mark on his throat. "is it because of this?"
I blink repeatedly but don’t respond. I can’t afford to show him even the slightest trace of vulnerability that he can use against me.
"That’s why you couldn’t leave me behind earlier, right?"
"You’re barking up the wrong tree, Arlo."
"Am I though?" he laughs humourlessly. "I don’t think I am. Don’t get attached to me, Miles, because I won’t reciprocate."
"Your ego is bigger than usual." I purse. "I’m not attached to you. My decision to stay while you worked the bike was purely logical. I knew having the bike would up my chances of survival. That’s the only reason I couldn’t leave you behind."
"I hope that’s true."
"It’s true."
Once again, his fingers graze his bite mark. "Just in case I am pregnant, once I get rid of your baby, you will pay to have my plastic surgery done. I can’t walk around with your bite on my neck."
"Alright." I shrug. "That’s fine by me."
His eyes flicker. "How?"
"I don’t want you to wear my bite. Why would I want that?"
"Because usually, alphas are possessive. Irrationally in fact. They would fight over omegas they don’t even want just because they don’t like to share."
"I won’t fight for you or over you, Arlo, if that’s what you are suggesting. Bite or no bite, you mean harm to Sasha. That makes you my enemy."
He bites his jaw. "I’m glad we are on the same page."
"Of course, we are." I walk past him towards the bike. His eyes are so piercing. His scent so intoxicating. Keeping the disinterested act is so hard when he looks and smells like he does. He must never learn that I indeed feel territorial about him.
I resent the idea that he wants my bite removed from his neck. That way, he can attract other alphas. I don’t want to have to feel territorial about him. I am jealous.
"We should wait till dark then we can head down to the gas station."
"There’s no need. This dirt road curves up ahead then runs parallel to the tarmac road." He gets on the bike. " It lets out half a mile before we get to the gas station."
"Alright then." I get on the bike and slip my arms around his tiny waist. The rest of my palms rest on his flat tummy, and the thought of him fat with my child comes to mind.
The image in my head makes my dick ache. I grit my teeth, trying to push away the foolish thoughts.
The child can never be born if indeed he is pregnant. What show would that be to Sasha? Not that I care about his men but what would the show be to them? He could be exiled for all I know. Why do I even care about him being exiled?
After we get to the gas station, I’ll probably never see him again. Unless he is dumb enough to come for Sasha. And if he does that, I’ll be forced to kill him myself, bite or no bite.
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