His Mafia Prince
Chapter 155: Their Death Is On You

Chapter 155: Their Death Is On You

(Intro...This is for a little backstory about Wes)

(WESLEY)

I still can’t erase the memories of two female omegas cowering in terror at my brother Danny’s feet. I still remember their sobbing cries like it was just hours ago. I had tried to save them from the horrible servitude life that my family had imposed on them. I really tried my best to help them. My plan was to get them out of this city off to someplace where they could start afresh. If I could have done that, they could have had a chance to live a better life elsewhere, but in the end, Danny showed up at the boat and killed them right before my eyes.

Shaken, I’m now sitting on the floor of our kitchen shocked. My right eye is swollen shut and I’m afraid that one of my arms might be broken. Danny wasn’t satisfied killing the two omegas. Once they were dead, he turned on me and beat me senseless for daring to disobey him.

The rumbles of Papa’s voice reverberate through the walls of the kitchen. He is sitting on the long dining table discussing with Danny my betrayal and how to best punish me. I wish my mother was still alive. I am sure she wouldn’t have stood for my brother punishing me. Of course, she would have punished me for my foolish idea to help the omegas. But one thing I know is that my mother would never lay a hand on me or any of her children.

She was hard, but fair.

Unfortunately, Danny takes after Papa.

My father is a violent man with a heart hard as stone. When Danny informed Papa of my plans, I thought he was going to kill me in that instant. He didn’t. He just slapped me around a little then slumped into his chair looking disgusted. I suspect the only reason that I’m not dead yet is because the Sawyer blood runs in my veins. To my father, I have always been a disappointment because of my hate for the mobster life.

But that isn’t the only reason why I’m a disappointment to my father. I am a barren omega. As usual, the alphas only see our worth by our breeding purposes, but unfortunately, I was born with a defect that prevents me from getting pregnant. Even if I was able to reproduce by some magic, I would never carry the pregnancy to term.

It is a very cruel agony, considering my love for kids.

My whole-body aches alongside my heart. I can still smell the dead omegas’ blood on my clothes. I groan as I shift my position and Danny shoots me a dirty glare. He curls his lips. I keep my gaze down to make him think that I am submissive. I wish I had a gun. I would happily blow his brains out. Whether I like violence or not, I think that Danny deserves it. He’s a fucking animal that doesn’t deserve to live. I don’t think I will ever forgive him for killing those omegas.

Papa gets up and strides over to me. "What made you think that it was a good idea to try and help those omegas to escape, boy?" he glowers at me. "You know damn well that they would have brought us a pretty penny on the black market."

"Then why did Danny slit their throats? If they were that valuable then why did he kill them?" I say hoarsely.

"That was a pity for sure." Papa says.

"Their deaths are on you." Danny says, his voice devoid of any emotions. "They died because you needed to be taught a lesson. That is what happens when anyone is dumb enough to think that you can help them. You are one weak fool who can’t outsmart me no matter what."

I purse my lips tightly and don’t respond. There’s no point of arguing because I know that Danny will dismiss everything that I have to say. My family disgusts me just as much as my empathy for others disgusts them. They consider me weak because I don’t approve of that black market business. That is my family’s bread and butter. It makes us the lowest of low among the other syndicates. Even the most powerful mobs in the city aren’t involved in such business. They stick to money laundering and drugs. But Sawyers, Sawyers disappoint me. They have always gone for the low hanging fruit.

"You need to wake up, Wes! Your mother would be so disappointed in that shady stunt you pulled tonight." Papa plants a slap that leaves my cheeks burning and ears ringing. "Running our omega breeding farms has always made us good money. You know damn well how much the healthy cubs go for. Plenty of skinny rich omegas want them without going through the hassle of giving birth. Now two of our best breeders are dead, thanks to you!"

More anger surges through me that I fail at my attempts to hold my tongue. "Those omegas are dead because Danny is a violent piece of shit."

Danny leaps and advances on me. "The fuck did you just say?"

Papa steps in between us and scowls. "Go sit down, Danny. You have beaten your brother enough for one day."

Danny snarls. "Well, tomorrow is another day and we are going to start afresh."

"Don’t fucking try me." I snarl, fury surging through me. I can’t see him well because of my swollen eye. I’m certain that my arm is at least broken, or it is horribly sprained. Even in my state, I won’t let him hurl at me without at least trying to stand up for myself. I know that I am no match for him if it comes to hand-to-hand combat, but I’m not the pussy that he thinks I am.

"As I was saying, those two omegas were our best breeders, and now theta are dead because of your misguided hero complex." Papa says.

I feel heat rise on my face. I’m angry just as I am guilty. "Hadn’t they given you ten cubs each? They had served the Sawyer club more than enough. They deserved to be set free to at least live a normal life."

"Of course they gave us a nice crop of offspring. That was why I was going to let them move to the hooker side if things soon. But you had to go and try seeing them off, and now they are dead. Such a waste." Papa shakes his head in disappointment.

"Like being a hooker would be such a promotion." I groan. "You two are so out of touch with reality, you’re so unbelievable."

Danny laughs out loudly and harshly from where he is. "What a joke. You are the one who’s out of touch with reality here, Wes. You have your head so far up in the clouds that you barely contribute to the family business. You’re such a ducking squeamish useless person. You hate stealing, you don’t like torturing people, you don’t like that the omegas are being bred, such a failure." He shakes his head. "You’re a disgrace to the Sawyer clan. I can’t believe that you are related to us."

"Oh God, I wish I wasn’t." I snap.

Danny’s eyes go wide. "Did you hear that, Papa? He even disrespects the family name. He doesn’t deserve to be called a Sawyer."

"The Sawyer name is a disgrace." I mumble. "All the other syndicates think we are repugnant. And they are right because we really are."

Papa tsk tsks. "You’re lucky your mom isn’t here to hear you talk such crap."

"The omegas were left to go after three cycles when mom was alive" I do my best to scowl at them with my half-closed eye.

"Yes, but then Danny ran the numbers and we realised how much money we were losing by letting them off the hook so soon. They can still pop out plenty of offspring after three cycles."

"But do you let them go anymore?" I shake my head.

"Why would I?" Papa laughs. "Why not repurpose them?"

"Yeah." Danny nods. "What kind of alpha will want them after spending all their lives being breeders? No respectable alpha would."

"And whose fault is that? Would you die if you just did the normal stuff that other syndicates do?" I say gruffly. "Do you just have to lean on the trafficking side of things? That just brings more heat from the police."

"The cops are my problem. Let me worry about them. I have the right ones at the palm of my hands." Danny says.

"Wesley, you need to admit that you have made a mistake." Papa crouches next to me with a stern expression on his face. "What good are you to me if I can’t trust you?" bis breath reeks of whiskey and tobacco.

"He has already shown us time and again that we can’t trust him." Danny growls then stands up. "You’ve been so lenient with him, Papa. That is why he is being like this."

Papa sighs. "He is the baby of the family. His mother doted on him. Maybe I let my affection for her spoil him."

"Spoil me?" I hiss. "How is betraying and bullying me every chance you get spoiling me? Ever since Mam died, I haven’t heard a single nice word from you."

Danny’s lips curve into a mean smile. "Yeah, you always whine no matter how good you have it. Papa, we need to proceed with the plan that we talked about earlier. It is the least that Wes can do to help our clan grow. That is the one way that he can be of help to our clan instead of fighting us all the way."

His malicious tone makes uneasiness shift through me. "What plan?"