His Mafia Prince
Chapter 214: Who’s It Gonna Be?

Chapter 214: Who’s It Gonna Be?

(JERICHO)

Danny stops in his tracks, looking angry. "Wesley, are you here?" His tone has changed and now he sounds almost bored instead of smug. He mumbles something then scans the surroundings.

Frustration eats at me. If he leaves this warehouse, he is going to be free to keep hunting Wesley. I know that Sasha and Miles aren’t going to make any move on Wesley yet. They want both Peter and Danny. Should I do something? Maybe not. I don’t want to ruin the plans that they already have in mind.

Then a cold metal presses at the back of my neck and I freeze. "Well, well well, what do we have here?" Peter Sawyer rumbles from behind me.

Fuck.

I knew in my gut that bastard was somewhere in here. I just didn’t know that he had actually crept up on me. I still have a gun in my hand, but I’m sure that by the time I spin around, he will have lodged a bullet in my skull. I need to let Miles and Sasha know that Sawyer has the drop on me. My heart pounds and I say loudly. "Hey, Peter, nice to meet you here."

Danny stops walking and peers through the darkness at me and his father. "Pa, you got him?"

"I got him." Peter cackles. "You think we didn’t know that you were setting us up, boy? You’re really bad at this, aren’t you? Your brother should have taken more time to train you on this crap."

Danny walks towards us, still peering in the shadows. "Wesley really isn’t here?" he asks.

Peter sighs. "Of course he isn’t here, Danny. This was a set up for us to get here. But we got Jericho Adonis. Hot dang, this must be our lucky day." He lets out another obnoxious cackle. "We are going to get a lot of leverage with this one."

"Get up, asshole." Danny stops in front of me. "Drop your gun to the ground."

I do as he says, pulse picking up. I have never had a gun pressed to the back of my skull, and I can’t say that I like the feeling. All it would take is a slip of Peter’s trigger finger and I’m dead. I’m not sure if Miles and Sasha have a back up plan. But if they do, I really wish that they could put it into action.

"Now, I find it hard to believe that Sasha would let you be here all alone." Peter grumbles. "That means that rat bastard is probably lurking up somewhere in this building. Might need you to mind your head Danny. He might try and pick you off."

Danny’s eyes go wide as he ducks behind me and his father. "You think that Sasha is here?" I get the satisfaction that he sounds kind of scared. Fair enough. Sasha is a man that you should be scared of.

"I came alone." I lied.

"of course you did." Peter rambles. "Sasha Adonis, you better get your ass out here I can see you, or I’m going to splatter Jericho’s brains all over this floor. He leans in closer to my ears then says, "It’s nothing personal, kid."

"Yeah, Sure." I grit my teeth. I’m embarrassed I let Sawyer get the drop on me. I know deep down that Sasha regrets having me as his brother now. Thanks to my stupidity, now they too might get killed because of me.

"Just shoot him already." Danny sneers. "Just so you know, Jericho, Wesley is next. But I’m glad that he gets to know that you were murdered first. I know that he will cry like some fucking little baby when he learns the news. Such a simp."

As he finishes speaking, there is a buzzing sound. Danny’s head jerks back and he makes some sort of a gurgling noise then he falls to the ground. It takes me a moment to realize that Danny has actually been shot dead, what leaves me in shock. I’m not quite sure about what to do. I know that I’m not the target, but that doesn’t mean that I won’t catch the bullet. I crouch to the ground, and Peter Sawyer starts to cuss up a storm.

"Fuck!" Peter yells then drops on the ground beside his son, looking up in the direction that the shot came from. He is no longer focused on putting a bullet through my head. He isn’t panicking either. He just seems pissed off. Swear words are still flying out of his mouth, but he doesn’t look scared even a little.

I try to scramble away from him, hoping to slide behind some crates a few feet away, but he grabs a hold of the back of my jacket and yanks me back with so much strength that I almost fall back. I struggle and elbow him at the gut. He grunts in pain, but now, the gun is pressed at the back of my skull again and I stop moving.

"Now, Sasha. You shouldn’t have done that, but because you were so rash, I’m going to put a bullet in Jericho’s head." He exhales firefly and I get the sense that he might actually be sad that Danny has been shot dead. It is surprising, considering how he has no regard for Wesley’s life. Maybe that was because Wesley left them and he saw that as the ultimate betrayal.

"No. You won’t." Sasha shouts from somewhere above us. "Wouldn’t it be a bigger coup to kill me instead?"

Peter laughs harshly. "Obviously. Are you offering to take your brother’s place?"

"Why not?" A few feet away, Sasha drops from the rafters. He has a rifle slung on his shoulder, and he looks so nonchalant as he strides towards us. I’m in awe as he approaches us. He is fearless. An honest to God badass. Yet all I have managed so far is to get myself taken hostage.

"Don’t you take my place, Sasha. He will kill you." My voice wobbles.

He ignores me and keeps walking towards us.

Where the fuck is Miles?

Peter presses the gun harder to my head, "Sorry kid." He whispers. "This is for Danny." In that instant, I’m certain that he is going to pull the trigger. He wants to kill me in front of Sasha, and doesn’t care whether I die. He wants to destroy Sasha by killing me. Images of Wesley flash in my mind and my heart aches.

I don’t want to die. Not yet. I want to live with Wes and our baby.

"You know what your problem is, Sawyer?" I manage to keep my voice steady even with the gun threatening to crack my skull. "You’re so caught up in your wounded pride that you don’t realize how pathetic you have become."

"Shut your mouth, you little shit." The barrel digs deeper in my skin. "This is about family loyalty, and I’m going to make you pay."

I can’t help but laugh even though deep down, I feel like pissing my pants. "Family loyalty? How is hunting your son because he doesn’t want to be your puppet family loyalty? Some father you are."

A slap cracks across my face, making my head spin. Even though I’m in pain and stars are exploding behind my eyes, I force myself to grin, tasting the fresh blood.

"Your omega," Peter spits the words with a heavy Irish accent that makes every word sound like a cuss. "Belonged to our family first. Wesley was meant to work with us, not go spreading his legs for some rival syndicate’s attack dog."

"He doesn’t belong to anyone." I yell, my instincts surge at the fact that he is insulting my mate. "He chose me, and that kills you, doesn’t it? That he chose to leave you."

I notice something shifting in the shadows to my left-Miles. He is moving into position. I just need to keep the old man talking.

"Sasha, last chance before I put a bullet into your brother’s head. Where the fuck is my son?"

"Oh, but he isn’t your son anymore." Sasha’s voice carries a deadly calm that I’ve heard several times before. "You lost that right when he ran away from you years ago."

I can feel the man tense behind me. His hot breath hits my ear as he snarls. "Then I guess you won’t mind if I start hurting him little by little until you change your mind."

For a moment, the warehouse falls silent. Then Peter lets out a loud laugh that sends chills through my spine.

"Or maybe," he says in an oddly satisfied voice. "you’d rather hear about what my new friend Conrad is doing with your husband on the other side of the building?"

My blood runs cold. Tyler. Sasha exhales sharply. "You’re bluffing." He says with a dangerous edge to his voice that wasn’t there before.

"Am I?" the old man pulls a phone out with his free hand, keeping the gun steady against my head then holds the screen up. "Shall we call Conrad and ask him to put Tyler on? Though he might be...a bit held up at the moment."

"I swear if you’ve touched a single hair on his head―"

"Then what?" Peter taunts. "You’ll kill me? Knock yourself out. But Conrad has very specific instructions about what to do to your pretty omega should anything happen to me. So what’s it gonna be, Sasha? Your brother? Your husband? Or my son? Either way I’m going to make you pay for killing Danny.