His Mafia Prince
Chapter 67: I’m Using His Feelings

Chapter 67: I’m Using His Feelings

(TYLER)

Minutes later, Sasha gets up and heads into the bathroom. He walks away and I enjoy the view of his toned ass and his muscled thighs.

Even though I barely understand him, I feel like I have known him all my life. It’s barely been two weeks, and I can hardly remember life without Sasha’s all-consuming presence. He used to terrify me at the beginning, but I’m not terrified of him anymore. I no longer believe that he can hurt me.

But that will change when Angelo finally lets him in on my secret.

"We’re going for a dinner party, "he says when he comes from the bathroom. "Your tux will be delivered this afternoon."

"A party?" I sit up. "Tonight?" I hadn’t expected any interference because I had hoped to contact Mortus today. Angelo could decide to enlighten his brother today, and I have no time to waste.

"Yes. Alessandro Romano’s daughter is engaged to the firstborn son of the Black Knives mafia." He strides towards the closet as he continues to talk to me. "Alessandro is a friend of the family and an important ally. Be charming."

"Do I have to be there?" I frown.

"Of course," he pokes his head out, frowning.

"I don’t know how to make small talk," I whine. "I can’t even drink. You could just lie to them that I’m sick or something."

"You’re going,". He says as he walks out of the closet, fully dressed with just the exception of his tie. "I don’t want to hear any more of your complaints Tyler. I told you from the beginning that this was part of your duty."

I glance down at my bump. It seems to be growing bigger by the hour. "I can’t hide this much longer, Sasha. Please just let me miss the party."

"No."

I gawk at him and he snickers.

"It’s not funny, Sasha."

He laughs as he inches toward me. He then leans in close that my face is just inches away from his. "Why would I have an omega as sexy as you and not show you off?"

"Flattery won’t cut it."

"Okay, what if I bribe you?"

"Still no."

His thumb swipes over my cheek softly. "Tyler, I want you to come with me tonight because I want you there. Forget what I said earlier okay? This isn’t about you doing your duty. It’s about me wanting you by my side."

"I don’t know why" My chest squeezes at his soft tone.

He narrows his eyes. "Really, you don’t know?"

"No." I swallow hard.

He presses a soft kiss on my lips. "You are my omega, Tyler. I want you by my side all the time. I need you with me. I don’t like it whenever you aren’t around me. That’s why. Do you understand now?"

I gaze up at his eyes and my pulse picks up. He doesn’t look like he’s trying to threaten me or boss me around like he usually does. There is actual emotion in them. He is coaxing me. This version of him that I get to see lately is mystifying and exciting. "What if I don’t obey you?"

"I need you with me, Tyler. Didn’t you hear me?"

A slight pain jabs at my chest because I ache to give him what he wants. But I ignore it. "What happens when I don’t listen to you and do what I want instead?"

Frustration eats at his face. "Why are you so stubborn, Tyler?"

I glance down at my stomach. "Because I don’t want to go, Sasha. Look at me. I’m fat and tired. A party sounds like a drag."

He scowls. "You aren’t fat."

"Okay. I’m tired then."

He sucks on his bottom lip and then gazes at me keenly. "I want you to go through. But you can stay home if you are too tired."

His disappointed look makes guilt nudge at me. "It matters to you that much that I be there?" I ask softly.

"I wouldn’t have asked you if it wasn’t important."

"I wish you knew what it’s like to be pregnant."

He laughs. "Uh, I don’t know and I never will."

"Okay," I rasp. "I’ll come with you."

He shrugs, his expression unreadable. "Well, now I feel guilty. I shouldn’t force you if you don’t want to go."

"Nonsense. You aren’t forcing me at all. You shouldn’t feel guilty."

"It’s alright." His lips twitch. "You should just stay home and eat bonbons." He quirks a brow. "I’m sure I won’t miss Omegas who’ll be excited to spend time with me."

"Oh, really?" even though I know he’s fussing, I can’t help feeling jealous.

He shrugs. "Can I help it if I’m popular?"

"You’re going to be dickless if you cheat on me, Sasha."

He laughs. "That escalated pretty quick."

"I’ll go with you. I can’t promise I’ll be fun to hang around though."

He puts on his tie and adjusts his collar. "You’re always good company."

It is when he says stuff like this that he makes everything so much harder. This feels like a real relationship. So natural. It’s like we ceased being enemies. It’s only bad that this thing between us now is fragile. It can’t withstand Angelo’s treachery.

He grooms himself on the dresser mirror and then pats his coat clean. He straightens and then comes back to me. "Are you feeling better today? Are the dizzy spells gone?"

I shake my head. "I can’t tell yet."

He studies me with an odd expression on his face and I narrow my eyes. "Something in your mind?"

"There is, actually." He bites his jaw.

"Is it bad?" I look up at him curiously.

"I don’t know." He shrugs. "You might think it is."

"That’s worrying," I squint.

"You know, I’ve been thinking. What could go so wrong if you just kept the baby?"

Anger and shock rock through me at the same time. "What? Not this again, Sasha, please."

He grimaces. "Come on, Tyler. You’re almost halfway there."

I feel blood drain from my head as I glare at him. "Sasha, have you lost your fucking mind?"

"Watch your mouth, Tyler."

"I have told you countless times that I can’t have this baby. I just can’t." There are so many emotions shifting through me that I can barely contain myself. I want to puke.

"I know that, but why won’t you tell me who the father is, or why it is such a problem having the kid? I’m still in the dark."

"You can just stay in the dark, I’m not having this child."

"But you have all my money and protection now. I get that you hate the alpha. Why make the innocent child pay for the sins of the father?"

"What? Are you against abortion now or something?"

"No." he shakes his head. "Not at all. But I like kids. You’re almost there Tyler, why won’t you just wait a little longer? Plus, mother would love having a kid around. I told you that earlier, remember."

"And I told you that I won’t make decisions just because they benefit you and your family. I don’t care what you want to tell me, no, but I’m not having this kid. I climb off the bed, raking a frustrated hand through my hair. "You have to trust me, Sasha. I don’t want this child."

"Why not?" he asks frustratedly.

"Why is it so normal to you if I get to keep another alpha’s child around?"

"I’m not threatened. I’m secure enough in my masculinity."

"Sasha," I grate as panic courses through me. "Just drop it, please."

"God, Tyler," he rumbles. "You act as if you’re carrying the spawn of the devil."

"That’s because I am!" I cry out but regret the words as soon as they leave my lips. I storm away into the bathroom. I have to get away from him before I end up revealing too much.

"You’re the most frustrating omega I’ve ever met." He calls after me as I disappear into the bathroom.

I push the bathroom door shut as I struggle to keep my breathing in check. I rest my head against the tiles, trying to think. Is Sasha trying to force me to keep this baby? That’s it. I have to leave this city without his knowledge. He can’t make me have this baby. I won’t have it.

I cup my belly. "Sorry baby. I can’t go back to the streets pregnant. That’s where I’m headed once your father speaks to Sasha." I mumble.

My face is shiny with sweat. I can feel Angelo’s evil presence hovering around me. It won’t be long until he drops the bomb that’ll finish me for good. I wince at the thought. My secret will soon be out, and I will lose Sasha forever. I can’t have that.