His Mafia Prince
Chapter 114: Dumb Luck

Chapter 114: Dumb Luck

(ARLO)

Sasha laughs gruffly again as he returns his gun to its holster. "I’ll let you live for a few more hours, only because Miles pleaded with me." He turns to leave but hesitates by Miles’s side. "Get your emotions under control, Miles. He needs to die."

Miles stiffens but doesn’t say a word.

Sasha heads out of the room and leaves us two looking at each other.

Miles breathes harshly as he inches closer to me. His eyes are bloodshot and glitter with confusion. I’m pretty sure that he has no idea why he is protecting me at this point. I keep pushing Sasha to the wall despite Miles’s efforts to protect me. "If you are really desperate to die then keep pushing your luck. Antagonizing Sasha is sure very wise of you."

"Your boss is an arrogant whelp."

"And you’re dumb as a brick." He pushes me to the bed without warning and I fall on my back.

"Hey!" I yelp, glaring at him.

"Roll over." He demands.

My pulse quickens and my eyes go wide. "What? Why?" He wants me to roll on my stomach. Can he surely fuck me right here and in a moment like this? He craves me so much! My dick warms and I’m borderline embarrassed by it. Unsure of what to do, I hold his gaze, feeling rattled.

He scowls. It is then that I realize he read what I was thinking on my face. "Not for that, idiot. I’m untying your wrists."

"Oh," My cheeks are hot as I turn and roll over on my stomach. I hope that he didn’t notice how turned on I was by the idea that he was probably going to fuck me. He isn’t the only one suffering the unpleasant and unwanted instincts.

He mutters as he snaps the zip ties off of my hands.

Once they are off, I rub my almost numb hands to get my circulation going again. They sting because the zip ties were secured far too tightly that they began to eat into my tender skin. "Where am I?"

"Sasha’s home."

"And how did I get here? You said you would leave me at the gas station."

He crosses his arms and watches me for a few seconds. "That was my plan at first but Sasha wanted you killed on the spot. I convinced him to wait until we got here." He sighs. "Then Tyler helped me talk him out of murdering you the minute you got here."

"Well, then you should leave me untied so that I’ll launch at Sasha when he comes back in here."

He snorts a laugh. You’re not even a match for me. What makes you think you can take on Sasha? Maybe you can take on Tyler because he is pregnant and all, but then maybe not. He is pretty tough himself."

"Don’t underestimate me, Miles."

"I’m only trying to save your life." His gaze shifts to the bite mark on my neck. "For obvious reasons."

I graze the tips of my fingers on the mark. "So if it weren’t for this bite you’d have let your boss kill me up on the mountains?"

"Yeah." He bites his jaw. "You’re way more trouble than I signed up for. Besides, wasn’t it you who warned me to not get attached?"

"Yes." I shrug. "I meant it then, and I still do now."

"Don’t be afraid. I’m only acting like this because of my instincts. I’ll be in pain and hurt if Sasha kills you. Not because I love or care about you that way, but because of the bite. But I can only do so much to keep you safe. What you are doing isn’t favouring you in any way now. Stop provoking Sasha, Arlo."

"But I hate his guts."

"Still," he whispers. "Maybe if you play nice he might let you live. How about you start with apologising?"

My eyes widen with shock. "Apologize? He is the one who owes me an apology."

"Yeah, that’s not going to happen." He rubs the back of his neck and then sits at the edge of the bed, which catches me by surprise.

I squint at him. "Why are you sitting close to me? I’m your prisoner. Don’t you fear getting attacked?"

He snickers and then glances at me. "I’d snap you like a twig."

"Oh really?"

"Pfft yeah."

I lunge at him and luckily, I manage to catch him off guard. But it doesn’t help much. He overpowers me and the next thing I know is I’m lying on my back with him straddling me. I kick lousily and struggle, but his weight keeps me down. He is too fucking heavy. "Get off me," I yell.

"You’re the one who started this, fucker." He says breathlessly. "Now quit fighting me and don’t make this anymore harder than it is. I don’t want to hurt you."

He puts all of his weight on me. His lips are only inches away from mine. "Stop fighting me, Arlo." He growls. "Calm down."

I ignore him but it doesn’t last because soon enough, I run out of steam. He is far much stronger than me, and I can’t get him off of me even if I tried. I pant, aware that all the wiggling against each other has us both horny.

It wasn’t my intention. Too late, I’m just as turned on as he is.

His eyes glitter with lust. I’m sure, no in fact I expect him to try and kiss me. But he lets go of me and gets off the bed, which surprises me. I’d be lying if I said I’m not a little disappointed. It is embarrassing. But I try to hide it and say, "Yeah, that’s right. Keep your hands off me."

His smile doesn’t reach his eyes. "Think about what I told you. I don’t care if your apology to Sasha will be a fake one. Maybe then I can keep you alive."

"I will never apologize to Sasha. Not now, not ever."

Frustration eats at him, but he just shrugs. "Do what you want then. God help you." He turns to the door and leaves.

I lie on the bed thinking of how I royally fucked myself up and what I will do to get myself out of this mess. Then I suddenly remember that he didn’t bind my wrists. I sit up excitedly and wait for him to return and realise his mistake. He doesn’t.

My heart races as I get up and reach for the door. It is locked from the outside. There are only so many bedrooms with locks on the outside. My guess is they switched the door knob when they realized they were going to hold me prisoner. It’s alright still, I’m sure I can find something in here that I can use to pick the lock.

It occurs to me that maybe Miles let my hands free on purpose. He doesn’t want me to die. Then again he wouldn’t do anything to put Sasha in harm’s way. He is well aware that I want Sasha dead. It’s unlikely that he was just flustered and forgot to bind my arms to my back.

Whatever the reason was, he really did forget to tie my arms. That’s a stroke of luck that I didn’t see coming. With a snide laugh, I begin to pace the room, searching for something that I can use to pick the lock.