His Mafia Prince
Chapter 129: I’ll Do Better

Chapter 129: I’ll Do Better

(ARLO)

I stare out the window at the rundown business as Miles turns the car down the busy city street. "It went surprisingly well, actually."

"I’m glad it did."

"Nobody seemed to be against the idea of us getting married. I find that so odd. I was certain that some of them would have issues with the merge but turns out they didn’t. Or maybe they did and just kept it to themselves."

"Well," he shrugs. "It’s not in their place to question. Their job is to do as they are told. Good men don’t question their leaders, they trust them."

"They are good men," I murmur then smile. "You’ll never believe this, turns out Marcus was alive the whole time."

He nods. "I know."

His response shocks me and I scowl. "You know? How would you know that if I didn’t?"

"One of our men found him lying in the cabin in a pool of blood after we left then took him to the ER."

"And why didn’t you tell me anything?" I ask, anger surging through me.

He shrugs nonchalantly. "Guess I didn’t think of it."

"B...but you knew how upset I was when I thought he was dead." I blink rapidly.

He looks at me sheepishly. "I just didn’t think of it. It slipped my mind. Sasha had a lot for me to handle. Marcus didn’t cross my mind."

"My God! What is it with you alphas and selfishness?" I growl. "I’ve been sick to my stomach the whole time thinking of Marcus and you knew he was alive and didn’t tell me anything?" My nails dig into the armrest. "You’re so insensitive, Miles. I hope you know that."

He opens his mouth to argue but hesitates for a bit. "I’m sorry." He says softly.

His apology surprises me. Usually, he is so cutthroat that I wouldn’t have expected him to apologize to me. "I don’t forgive you."

He sighs. "Arlo, please. I’m not used to having someone to tell things. It didn’t occur to me that I was supposed to tell you."

"But I...I was upset and you knew it."

"I know."

"Telling me that he was alive would have made me feel better." I study his face. He looks embarrassed. That serves him right. "Ai thought it was the alpha’s role to comfort his omega. Had you told me that he was alive, I would have certainly felt better."

"Alright, I’m sorry." He huffs. "I know now. I will do better in the future."

After a few minutes’ drive, we pull into the parking lot of Angie’s butchery. The ancient red brick building is located down the sun-dappled street. It is nestled between a row of quaint mid-century buildings. It has been a beloved staple in the neighbourhood for as long as I can remember.

"This place is new," Miles says as he joins me on the other side of the car. "I’ve never been here before."

"No?" I ask curiously. "My mother used to get me cakes for my birthday here when she was alive." I feel a nostalgic twinge. "After she was gone, Dad found it too bard to come here alone, until he met Karen. Since then, I have been stuck with store-bought cakes."

"I’ve never had a birthday cake," he snickers.

"What?" my eyes widen. "Never?"

"Who would have bought me a cake? My father wouldn’t have bothered."

I grimace. "Considering what you told me about him earlier, that might have been a good thing. What if he put out the candles on your neck?"

He winces. "I shouldn’t have told you that story."

I study his face keenly. "Why not?"

"I don’t know." He shrugs. "I don’t know what might have happened to me in the past. Zi grew up just fine. Who cares what I went through?"

I laugh sardonically. "Please, Miles. You are a thug. Would having an asshole father have played a part in that? Hmm...I doubt."

He shoots me a surly glance but doesn’t speak. His grumpy expression makes me smirk. "Don’t look like that. It is in fact a good thing that you told me about your dad. If we are going to get married, then it will be better for us to understand each other more. You’re not one to show emotions. I guess it makes sense, considering how you grew up. That is probably why you bottle up everything."

He shifts in his seat uneasily. "I don’t keep everything bottled up."

I laugh gruffly. "Is there anything you share? Certainly not your feelings."

A dark line firm between his thick brows and he looks away. "It’s cold out here. We should go inside."

"You see that. You’re like a vault." I shake my head in disappointment and head for the entrance.

The little bells at the top of the door jungle as we enter the bakery. It looks cosy and inviting inside. The exposed brick and vintage walls have an all-aesthetic feeling to it. The shelves are adorned with all manner of bread, cakes and pastries. The air inside is laced with the scent of sugar, yeast, and cinnamon.

I notice another older woman working behind the counter. Her hair is mostly covered in a scarf. Her grey apron is dusted with flour. She moves about slowly, sliding dough trays with a long-handled peel into the oven. She looks up at me and smiles, revealing a few golden teeth lining the others.

"Arlo," she wipes her hand on the apron.

"You remember me?" I ask. "I used to come here with my mother when I was little before she passed that is."

She nods softly. "You are Kasi Sullivan’s son."

"Yes, that’s me." The fact that she remembers me sparks something inside of me. "It’s been so long; I didn’t think you would remember me."

"Of course, it’s been a while. I remember you because of your eye colour. A very unusual green." She comes closer to me. "How is Kasi doing?"

I grimace. "I’m sorry he passed on earlier this year."

Her face falls. "Oh no...I’m sorry, Arlo. He was such a nice man. So was your mother."

"Thank you." I think of my parents and my heart sinks. I don’t want to dwell on it anymore. So, I change the subject. "I was wondering if you know about wedding cakes."

She nods with a smile. "Of course, we do all that." She turns and grabs a book filled with pictures of wedding cakes. She grunts while lifting it as though the book weighs tons then drops it on top of the counter without a loud thump. "Tell me, what kind of cake do you want? Fondant? Buttercream?" she says, turning the pages of the book.

"I’m not so sure."

Her gaze flicks over to Miles. "Is it your cake?"

Heat rushes to my cheeks. "Actually yes." It is so unreal that I’m picking a wedding cake for us. Of all the scenarios that I imagined playing out since we met, this is the last of them. I never saw myself getting married at twenty-four, and definitely not to an alpha like Miles.

She grins. "He is your alpha, right?" she winks at him. "No need to answer. I can tell from the way he hovers around you."

Miles frowns. "What? I’m standing like a normal person."

"The way you stand gives you away. "She cackles. "You’re protective of him. As you should be. It is nice of you." She waggles a finger at a dumbfounded Miles. "It is your job to protect your omega."

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