His Mafia Prince
Chapter 115: Cheers To Killing Arlo

Chapter 115: Cheers To Killing Arlo

(MILES)

I enter Sasha’s study and notice that he isn’t happy with me. He is seated beside the fireplace, sulking. On a normal day, we get along like pasta and butter. Our relationship is way more than an employee-employer relationship. We are more like brothers. Sometimes the lines even get blurred.

I need to remember that we aren’t brothers though. It is dangerous to forget that he is the head of the Triple Triad syndicate.

I can’t blame him for being upset with me. The way I behaved with Arlo was reckless, and now he has to deal with the aftermath.

I gave Arlo my bite, and now I’ve complicated an already complicated situation more. Sasha hates complications. Now I’m stuck in the mud.

"Sasha," I say quietly. "I’ll get through to him. He is young and is blinded by vengeance. He thinks he is always right. That makes him a fool."

"He is never going to see it our way. You have to understand that." He scowls at me.

I hold his surly gaze and my stomach turns. I know the chances of Arlo reasoning beyond his feelings and seeing what’s really at stake are teeny tiny. "I have to try."

"Will you?" he asks dismissively. "We could just slit the punk’s throat and get it over and done with. Why won’t you just let me kill him and make this easy for us both?" He sounds like a petulant child. "I’ll happily snap his neck. You won’t even have to watch me do it."

I bite my jaw and swallow loudly. Hearing him talk about killing Arlo this casually makes me stiff. What would I do if he tried to kill him? I don’t think I will be able to watch him kill Arlo and just stand there mute. I can’t even begin to think of going against Sasha. I also can’t imagine letting him kill Arlo on my watch.

"I wish I hadn’t given him my bite. I would have happily killed him myself, boss."

"Yes. But you gave him your bite. That was so reckless of you, Miles. What were you thinking?" he narrows his eyes.

"I wasn’t thinking," I say, slumping into the chair opposite him. "He went into heat and I went into a rut."

"I understand that would have made you fuck him, but claiming him?"

"Yes." I grimace, feeling embarrassed. "Your mother thinks we might be fated mates. She says that’s why I lost control."

Sasha rolls his eyes. "I’m well aware of my mother’s nonsensical ideas about fated mates.

I know that his mother thinks he and Tyler are fated mates. I also happen to know that Sasha came to accept the idea. I stifle the urge of irritation rising in my bile. Why was he so willing to accept the idea of him and Tyler being fated mates but so aversive when it comes to the idea that Arlo might be my fated mate?

Mine is not to reason why.

I sigh. "Whether we are fated mates or not, he is my problem."

"He isn’t just your problem. He is mine too. He wants me dead." Sasha’s expression darkens. "What good are you to me constantly worry about an omega that wants me dead? I need my second to be at his best, because if you are perceived weak, so will I be."

"Nobody is weak." I grind. "I am perfectly capable of doing my job, Sasha."

"You shouldn’t have walked away from that mountain with him alive."

"I know," I grimace. "I just couldn’t." My voice is laced with frustration. I just hope that I can keep him calm enough before he changes his mind and decides to kill Arlo. I have to think fast and figure out a solution that pleases both parties.

His expression softens slightly as he watches me. I’m certain that it is more than obvious that I’m a wreck. He leans towards me and clasps his fingers together.

"Do you think he is carrying your child?"

"Maybe." I pat the pocket of my shirt. "I have a packet of emergency pills that I planned to give him this morning when I went to his room." I sigh tiredly. I was distracted when I heard you two yelling about wanting to kill each other.

"He is lucky you came in in time. I would have spilled his brains on the floor. He got under my skin so badly."

"He tends to do that, a lot."

Sasha rises to help himself to a glass of whiskey. He returns, holding two crystal tumblers and hands me one then lifts one in the air. "To getting rid of Arlo before we both go crazy."

I clink on his glass with a weak smile on my face. "I’m sorry about all this, Sasha. I really am. If I could turn things around and do it all over again, I would have picked another omega that night. Too bad he is the one that caught my eye."

He doesn’t answer me. Instead, he just returns to his seat and takes a sip of his drink. One thing about Sasha is he doesn’t forgive easily. He’ll probably hold this shit up my head for a while. I can’t blame him for it though. This was a messed up thing to do.

"So, how do we not kill him?" Sasha asks bluntly. "In what scenario do you see that working? The fucker wants me dead. I’d rather that didn’t happen. How are we going to coexist when we are both hell-bent on ending each other’s lives?"

I’m not sure how to respond. I don’t have a laid-out plan yet. My gut aches.

I don’t respond for a while then he says, "Your loyalty is still with me, right?" His voice is as stoic as ever. Uneasiness shifts through me. If it ever occurs to Sasha that I may choose loyalty to Arlo before him, I’m not sure what he’d do. He might hate to kill me. He’d probably lock me somewhere to rot.

I school my face and meet his gaze, making sure to not waver. "Sure, I will never let him, or anyone hurt you."

"If it was me or him, who would you kill?"

Why must he push it?

I clench my teeth and grate at the stress eating at me. I nod. "If it were you or Arlo, I’d protect you."

"See, you avoided my direct question." He swirls the liquid in his glass, looking displeased. "I hope you are who I think you are, Miles."

"I sure am. I’ll die before I let Arlo touch a strand of hair on your head." I frown. "You would know that, Sasha."

He sighs. "I guess I have no choice but to trust you."

We sit in silence for the next few minutes. Sasha glances at me. "Dalton must know I have his cousin by now. Do you think he is hoping I just kill him?"

"Of course," I say. "But Dalton must know that I’m going to revenge for what he did to me.

"Oh, I’m sure he knows that." He smirks. "We could just put them in a room and let them fight. It might be fun to watch, don’t you think? We could place bets on the winner."

"My money would be on Arlo," I say nonchalantly.

"Aw, isn’t that sweet?" he asks condescendingly.

My face warms. I remain silent.