His Mafia Prince
Chapter 132: I Can’t Lose Him

Chapter 132: I Can’t Lose Him

(MILES)

I grit at his stubbornness and haul him up my shoulder. When his stomach presses on my shoulder, he lets out a groan. I certainly know that his stomach hurts, but I have to get him to Sergio’s place, or he is going to die. He needs to get proper medical attention,

I begin to walk, trying as hard as I can to not jostle him around. He winces and moans in pain most of the way. His skin is hot and clammy. He suddenly goes limp and my anxiety spikes. "Arlo?" I growl. "Arlo?" He doesn’t respond. "Shit. Fuck."

I winded with worry and wrecked the rest of the way to Sergio’s place. He is out front with Sasha. I’m so relieved to see Miles, I could cry. I trust that he will help me in as much as he can’t stand Arlo. At least, he will do it for me.

Sergio gives me a curt nod and I respond the same way. I can not bring myself to say anything considering the way I am distracted. The only I can think about now is how we are going to get Arlo to the hospital.

Sasha glances at me once then tells his driver, "Get him to my car."

The driver circles the car and opens the door to the rear passenger seat. Inlay Arlo on the back seat gently. I try to be as gentle as I can, but still, he groans in pain. I go round to the other side and climb in. Sasha gets into the passenger front seat and the driver takes the wheel.

"Let’s be on our way." Sasha turns back to look at him as he hooks his seat belt. "Was he shot?"

"No. I think he is bleeding internally from the hit."

"Alright. I got it." He says.

Arlo starts to thrash around with grins of agony. I hold his shoulders and shift his head so that it rests on my lap. "It’s alright, Arlo. I’m here. I will take care of you."

His eyes flutter open and for a moment, he pins his gaze on me. I sense a lot of pain and fear in those eyes. Hi face is clammy and shiny with sweat. He swallows thickly, and his Adam’s apple bobs on his pale, slender neck. I never planned on seeing him this vulnerable. It is a painful sight to stand. He is scared, and I’m certain that he would hate it if he knew I could see that. His ego is on the clouds. He never wants to be seen as weak or vulnerable even for a split second.

"You’ll be fine, okay? I promise I will see to it that you are." I stroke a lock of hair outbid his face. He sighs and glues his eyes shut again with a wince. I am his alpha. I’m bound to take care of him, and he trusts that I will. It is by instinct that he trusts me. He is too weak to mask how he really feels now with his ego. The way he relaxes when I touch him makes my chest tight. It is fascinating to watch him let himself loose for me to take care of him even this once.

I look up and find Sasha gazing at me. "You know Dalton’s men might be waiting to pounce in the ER."

"I know that."

"I’m trying to tell you that it could be dangerous."

I squint, trying to drive home what he is telling me. "Are you trying to tell me that we shouldn’t take him to the ER?"

"We can find an ER out of the city."

"He needs medical attention now." I scowl. "Driving out of the city might take us forever and we might not even reach there in time to save him. We can’t risk driving long distances. You know internal injuries are no joke."

Sasha purses. "The merger might still go on if he dies."

His callous words make my stomach clench. "Sasha, I’d rather you not say that kind of shit right now."

"But you weren’t thrilled when I brought up the idea of marrying him." Sasha shrugs.

"Well. I want to marry him now."

He looks at Arlo with a stoic expression on his face. "Are you sure you don’t just want to let nature take its course?"

"I called you for help, Sasha. I wouldn’t have if I thought you were trying to finish Arlo off." I growl.

"I’m not suggesting that we murder him." Sasha grimaces. "I’m simply saying that taking him to the ER in the city might be dangerous."

"You’re implying more and we both know that." I snap. "Stalling treatment will surely cost Arlo’s life. I’m not okay with that."

He sighs and faces the front again. "Alright then, let’s go to the nearest ER.

I glare at the back of his perfectly slicked hair. I don’t remember the last time I was this angry with Sasha. I’m very angry right now. "You wouldn’t have suggested that we drive out of the city to find another ER had it been Tyler."

"Of course not." He says callously.

"That’s what I thought," I mutter. "You might not like Arlo, but he is my omega. I will never sit back and watch him suffer, Sasha. God! I can’t believe you even hinted at that. Why the hell would you even come to help me if you were going to talk about him like this?"

He turns to face me again. "I came to help you. Not him. You were in danger, Miles. That’s why I came."

"Well, we are a package deal," I say quietly.

"Fine. Whatever." Sasha turns to face the front again. "I said it’s alright, we can take him to the nearest ER. What are you still angry about?" he crosses his arms over his chest, watching me through the visor mirror.

"If Tyler were here, he’d be in my side. You know it."

Sasha lets out a long sigh. "I know."

"I guarantee you he’d even be mad at you suggesting that we don’t go to the nearest ER."

He grimaces. "Come on, Miles. You know I was just being practical."

"Of course, you were," I mutter. I can’t put this between him wanting to really help me or making Arlo suffer for causing him so much trouble in the past few weeks. I would understand him though, but it is inconsiderate given the situation at hand. I get that he is my boss, but Arlo is my omega. There is no way I’d ever be okay watching him suffer because I’m bound to duty.

Sasha looks slightly sheepish. "I hadn’t realized that you were this attached to him. I knew you’d given him your bite. See how bonded you are to him now."

I run my fingers on Arlo’s feverish forehead. "I am."

I’m so bonded to Arlo that I can’t help fearing what will happen if he dies. I don’t know what I’d do then. I’ve heard tons of stories all my life about alphas who were stuck wallowing and couldn’t move on after their omegas died. I never understood them though. Not until now. Arlo has become part of me. I don’t know how, or why. I just know that he is imprinted in my soul. If he dies, a piece of me dies with him, and I can’t have that.