His Mafia Prince
Chapter 161: You Are a Bully, Sasha

Chapter 161: You Are a Bully, Sasha

(JERICHO)

I stiffen when Sasha mentions the prospect of claiming an omega. "I won’t be forced into a marriage like you were." I rasp. "There is no need for that. You had to find an omega then because it was crucial, and you were talking over the Triple Triads then. Your case isn’t the same as mine. No one cares if I am attached to an omega. I have plenty of time to look for one."

"That’s true." He shrugs. "I was pushed in a marriage, yes, but look at me now. I am happy. Tyler is the best thing that ever happened to me."

I shake my head. "Tyler is special." If I’m being honest, I even have a bit of a crush on Tyler. He is Syosset and funny. My brother was truly of luck when he was forced to marry Tyler. "The odds of me finding a good omega like Tyler are slim. And I’m not ready to claim an omega yet. That’s just it."

Sasha grimaces. "Please tell me you are not a... virgin."

"God, Sasha," I recoil. "What kind of question is that? And why would you think that I am a virgin?"

"I’m asking because I have never seen you bring anyone home. Ever. Plus, I get rumors that you are seen with a new omega every night. I just never get to see them.?’

"You honestly think that I would brie g an omega home so I can fuck them?" my face warms and I laugh. "I would obviously go to their place or get a room. And dear God, Sasha, I have no desire to discuss my sex life with you."

Sasha laughs sheepishly. "Fair enough." He rubs his jaw. "But you really aren’t a virgin Jer, are you?"

I’m frustrated that he just won’t drop it and I groan. "I’m not a virgin. I’ve slept with so many omegas. I just don’t bring them home and aim not to settle down yet. I see no reason for me to rush into that."

"You know, I can’t blame you for being a little wild. I really enjoyed my single years too. No, in fact, I thoroughly enjoyed them." He laughs. "But now I can’t think of being with anyone else apart from Tyler." His eyes go all dreamy and I let out a frustrated sigh while I wait for him to come back to reality.

As it seems, he might stay in that orbit all day, so I clear my throat when I notice that he is still in his little daze. "Anyway, I’m not looking to claim an omega just to please you and mother. I will take an omega when I feel that the time is right for me."

"You can’t just claim any omega, Jericho. The omega you claim needs to be of our descent. An Italian."

"I know...I know. I have heard this speech since I was little. I know whoever I need to marry has to be an Italian and most preferably in the Mafia. I also know that whoever it is, they must give me many beautiful healthy babies. I know all that stuff because it was drilled in my brain from a tender age. But regardless of the rules put in place, I still can’t claim an omega. I’m not interested in any at the moment."

"Alright." He purses his lips. "I will let that slide to the backburner if you at least step up and do your part for the syndicate on the business side of things."

"I will do whatever you want me to do. Just don’t hound me to take an omega." I rub the back of my neck, feeling agitated. "I won’t do something that is personal on your terms though, Sasha. I’m not debating that."

"Okay then." He says after studying me for a beat. "How come you don’t brag about your conquests though?" he asks.

"Why are you so interested in my sex life?" I laugh. "You just can’t help yourself, can you?"

"Well, young alphas tend to brag a lot. I’ve never once seen you do that." He grimaces.

"That’s not my style." I point out.

"Hmmm..."

"So, what is it that you are so eager for me to do?" I ask, trying to change the subject."

"You mean other than settle done with a cute Italian omega and sire babies?"

"Sasha, please." I growl. "Drop it."

He grins and the smile on his face fades. "Okay. I need you to learn how to run the ports."

"The ports? Me?" I ask, surprised. "I thought that Arlo was running them."

"Yes, he is, but that is an important part of our business and I need you to understand how things work out in that sector. Then, you will be truly indispensable to our operations."

"You already have Miles. What do you need me for?"

"What do I need you for?" Sasha laughs. "You are my blood, Jericho. What are you talking about? Miles is like family, but ultimately, he isn’t my family by blood. If something happened to me now, you will technically be the next in line. Miles would hold the fort for a while as you get up to speed. But I know that he would stand beside you. But Miles has no desire to be the head of Triple Triads. Unless of course you died."

"That’s such a happy thought, Sasha." I shudder.

"That’s the reality of our world. In this line of work, death is a reality. I’m not saying that I want you to die. All I’m saying is that if anything happened to me, Miles would be there to lead and guide you. But he would never replace the blood line heir, unless he has to."

"Because we’d all be dead then" I wince. "Sasha, don’t you see that the violence that surrounds us is unsettling? That is the one part about this life that I don’t like. I am not a violent person. Have you ever once imagines me slicing a man’s throat? I can’t." I grimace.

"Right. We are very different. Father raised me to be the head of the Triple triad syndicate. I have been torturing and murdering people since I was a child. Unlike you, murdering people doesn’t make me flinch."

"I suspect yah even do it for fun." I grimace.

Sasha shrugs. "Yeah, sometimes I do. I mean, when someone deserves it." He smirks. "I like Making them pay for being disdainful."

My stomach churns at how callous Sasha is while he talks about killing people. "Yeah, I suspected it. But I am different."

"I know you are. That is the reason I thought you should learn the ports first. Get a taste of what it means to be on that side of the business. If you excel at that point then you should maybe worry about the next step."

"I am never going to rip men’s balls off, Sasha. Never."

"Don’t knock till you’ve tried it." He shrugs nonchalantly.

"Oh boy." I grip the arms of my chair.

He smiles then returns to his seat. He looks pleased that I am more agreeable now. He crosses his fingers at the top of the table. "You are going to stay at Miles’ while Arlo trains you on how to run the ports."

"Why would I stay at Miles’ place?" I frown. "I can just drive to the place in the morning and come back in the evening."

"No. I don’t trust that you won’t stop over at an art gallery. Or at some departmental store on your way there every morning. You might as well just decide to not show up at Miles’ house. I’d rather you just stayed at their place instead."

"But I prefer my bed. I am sure that they don’t want me living there. With a newborn baby, a guest is the last thing that they need on their hands."

"It is all planned, after all, they have a Manny to help with the baby." He shuffles the papers on his desk. "Now go ahead and pack." He says, looking bored. "I have a lot of phone calls to make. I told Arlo and Miles that you’ll be there first thing in the morning."

His dismissive tone makes me bristle. "Sasha, I’m not a little boy. You can’t just treat me like a child. I don’t want to live with Miles and Arlo. You can’t make me do that."

"You wanna bet?" he glances at me with a serious expression on his face.

I know Sasha too well to badger him. He doesn’t take no for an answer. So, I will try another approach. "Look, Tyler sometimes needs my help watching baby Martino so that he can focus on baby Luca during the evening hours. I can’t just leave him like that."

"Stop arguing, Jericho. You are going. Tyler has Mother to help him take care of the kids.

"But―"

"You are going there to learn everything you need to know about taking care of the ports. Keep arguing and Ai will take away your Lamborghini."

"You wouldn’t dare." My eyes widen with horror.

"Try me." He says curtly.

"But I love my car. I need it."

"Why do you think I threatened to take it away?" he smirks.

I glare at him sharply then stand from my chair. "I have to go for a massage and a manicure in ten minutes. I have no time to argue with you." I stick my nose and head for the door. "You are a bully, Sasha."

"No brother. I’m concerned. There’s a difference."

"Tell yourself that. We both know that you resent that you had to grow up fast and you had to give up your freedom. You just like to take out your frustrations on me."

"See, that’s where you get it wrong Jericho. I love you, and all I want is for you to step up and claim what is rightfully yours. The men will perceive you as weak if you don’t, and in this business, you will be seen as expendable. Do you want our men to think that?"

"I’m not weak." I snap.

"I know you aren’t. But like everyone else related to me, you have to prove yourself. If you just joyride behind me, you’ll have a bull’s eye on your back and never seize any power for yourself. I can not let you do that. I can live with you hating me but ill make you grab some goddamn power for yourself."

"Even though I don’t want it?"

"Yes. Nothing about being an Adonis comes because we want it. It comes by birthright. My sons will have to step up just like I did. Yours will too. It is the way of this world, and fighting it will only bring unhappiness to you and your loved ones.

"Fine." I grumble. "How long will I have to live at Miles’?

"As long as it takes." He says with a grim expression. "Please don’t disappoint me, Jericho."

His cold tone sends a chill down my spine. I know that Sasha would never physically harm me, but he has tons of ways to make my life hell. I have to do what he asks of me otherwise; I will face the consequences. I was born in a Mafia household. I have to live their life whether I like it or not. I can’t escape being an Adonis.

This is the reality of who I am, and despite me wanting to run away from it, I know that it will ultimately catch up with me.