His Mafia Prince
Chapter 234: The Devil Knows his Own

Chapter 234: The Devil Knows his Own

(SASHA)

"Let’s leave the discussion for tonight," I say at once. "Give Miles time to mull it over, eh? There’s no rush. I can stay in here another few nights."

Tyler turns his irritation onto me. "You’re the one who wanted to get this figured out. So let’s figure it out."

Miles and I exchange a glance that Tyler intercepts this time.

"What?" he asks suspiciously.

"What is it?"

Miles clears his throat. "Well, Boss, there’s one more property you hold that could be—"

"Enough," I break in. "We can deal with it tomorrow."

"No," Tyler insists. "I want to know what Miles was going to say. What the hell is going on between you two? And if you tell me it’s Family business, I’ll fucking end you both, I swear."

Miles gives me this shrug that tells me he won’t be any help. So I bite the damn bullet. "He’s thinking of my father’s old place. It’s a free-standing house, it can be easily defended with guards around the perimeter, and... well, it’s been renovated. Cleaned up."

Tyler has gone silent, staring at me without expression. "Your father’s old place," he repeats.

"We can discuss our options tomorrow," I try again. "Your father’s old place?"

"Baby," I say gently, "let’s do this tomorrow. Please."

Tyler looks as though he’s going to be sick. He swallows hard, several times, then nods. I think he’s agreeing with me that we should pick up the discussion tomorrow, but he looks over to Miles.

"Is it even safe? The mobs ran straight through it with no problem."

Miles has the sense to look to me before he replies. I give a slight nod and only then does he reply. "It was as safe as the previous Don Adonis allowed it to be at the time. Things were peaceful, or seemed to be. Biggest threats back then came from the Feds. Anyhow—I can make it safer. But it’ll take a little time."

"How long?" Tyler asks, and then immediately continues, "Stop looking at my husband, Miles. I’m asking you a question. How long would it take?"

"I can’t say for sure without a real look at the place, but...two months, maybe three?"

Tyler takes it in, looking down at his feet.

"There are other options," I say softly. "Better options."

"It’s okay," Tyler says calmly to me, then looks to Miles. "You have one month, Miles. Understand?"

Miles wants to argue, I can see, but he just nods.

"Angel," I begin, but Tyler puts up a hand. "As for getting you out of here, we’ll spend a few nights at Marco’s—brownstone, after they release you. When Darla says you’re well enough to travel, we’ll go there stay while Miles renovates. But I don’t want them in danger any longer than they have to be, so four weeks, max."

Miles looks slightly happier, as though having Tyler and me out of the city will make his job easier. I’ll let him get away with it. For all that he’s new to the role, Miles is very good at it, and he has Santino’s approval.

"I’ll drive you out, make sure things are still solid there, then head back and get the mansion into shape."

"Then that’s settled," Tyler says, too casually. "Thank you, Miles."

Miles recognizes the dismissal for what it is, and I don’t delay him. He nods to me and withdraws from the room, leaving Tyler and me alone with each other.

It feels like forever since I’ve been alone with him. I reach out my hand and he takes it, but I can tell something’s coming.

"I wish you would stop doing that," he says. I don’t bother to pretend I don’t understand what he means.

"It’s my job to protect you, baby. Body, mind and soul. I didn’t want to spring the idea of my father’s old place on you like that, not in front of Miles."

"Miles is my friend," Tyler says firmly, and now he looks at me. "And you’re my husband. If I can’t face a little emotional torment in front of my friends and family..."

I smile at that, just a little. "If you change your mind about staying there, that would be okay."

He squeezes my hand. "Sasha—it’s my job too, you know. Protecting you."

"Me?" I snort. "I don’t need protection."

Tyler’s face goes dark, and I preempt him. "You think my being here, alive, is anything but proof that I don’t need protection? Who else could get shot as many times as me and live through it? The devil knows his own. Men like me, we already have infernal protections in place."

Tyler just shakes his head, refusing to share my cocky smile. "I’m going to speak to Darla, ask her if she’ll come with us. And I’ll find out when they’ll release you. I don’t want to stay in here a second longer than we have to."

"Okay." He pulls his hand out of mine and turns to go. Halfway across the room he looks back at me. "I’m serious, Sasha. You need to stop smothering me and start looking out for yourself more. If you don’t..."

The look crossing his face is hard to read. Pain, fear, confusion? I dread to think what it might mean.

I dont want to come of as mean or as someome who barely cares about his safety and security. I can not appear weak. Not for my omega or anyone around me. I am his alpha, and the ultimate don of the Triple Triad Syndicate.

Even in my death bed, I will make sure to keep him safe, just as I promised him back then. I will do whatever even if it costs nothing, or everything.

"If I don’t?" I ask, trying to keep my voice light. Or if not light, at least neutral. I suspect it simply sounds hostile, because Tyler turns away.

"I’ll go talk to Darla," he says over his shoulder. The door closes behind him.