His Mafia Prince
Chapter 78: If The End Justifies The Means

Chapter 78: If The End Justifies The Means

(SASHA)

When I get home, I don’t give the details of what happened to Angelo to anyone except Miles. It’s best if they don’t know anything. I’ll probably tell them much later. If I’m honest about Angelo right now, I’d have to explain a ton of things to them. In not about to give them a reason to judge Tyler. I don’t want them to judge him in any way.

Miles instructs his subordinates to stash the remains of Angelo and Avi for the scavengers to feast on. I don’t feel sickened at all that it came to this. Angelo left me no choice. I knew for a fact that if I didn’t handle him, he’d go hunting Tyler again. He would never rest until he made sure that Tyler was dead, and I wasn’t going to have that. He was becoming too much of a threat because he wouldn’t have stopped coming for my position either.

His biggest sin was going after my omega.

I would have been able to stand him much longer if it weren’t for him going after Tyler.

I haven’t talked to Tyler since I came back. He is exhausted after the ordeal and needs as much rest as he can get. I had a lot to deal with myself. The news of Angelo’s disappearance travelled fast and caused a lot of mayhem among the syndicates. They’re all worried, each one of them wondering who’s next.

I’m relieved that Angelo is gone, but even then, I still have to deal with the fact that Tyler is carrying his child. The child isn’t at fault. I wish that Tyler could just change his mind and have the baby. Even so, I understand that Tyler wouldn’t be thrilled to bear the offspring of an alpha who tried to kill him twice.

I lean on the edge of the bed and take him in my arms. I press a soft kiss on his lips. He is worn out. I can tell by the way he kisses me. I don’t push it. I’ve learnt to be more considerate with him these days. Holding him is enough for me.

For one horrible moment, I feared that I’d lost him. But here he is now, back in my arms, and I will do everything possible to make sure that he is safe.

"I’m sorry I ran away, Sasha," Tyler says weakly.

"It’s because you didn’t trust me, right?"

"Not exactly. I was afraid of what you’d have done if Angelo told you the truth. I was terrified that you’d hate me."

I gaze into his eyes softly. "Nothing could ever make me hate you, Tyler."

"But you have so much pride, Sasha. I knew you’d kick me back into the streets pregnant. I mean...I’d be an embarrassment to you."

"No. I feared losing you. I connected the dots when you said you were carrying the devil’s spawn. I just wanted to figure out a way to make it work. To get Angelo out of the way so that he can never think of hurting you or me again."

"Well, I didn’t think you’d react like that. I thought you’d be so disappointed in me and you’d want me gone. I couldn’t have gone back to the streets pregnant." He says softly gazing into my eyes. "I was so scared when that alpha grabbed me, Sasha. He injected me with something and when I woke up, I was at the back of a van. I was so terrified."

"I know you were." I pull him closer and kiss his hair.

"Then they... Angelo came at me with a gun and... they... they... they began to hit me so bad. I thought I was going to die in the garbage―"

"Shhh..." I press a long kiss on his forehead and close my eyes." He can never hurt you again, baby. He’s gone."

"Yeah." He nods then looks up to me. "Am I a horrible person for being glad that he’s dead?"

"No baby," I chuff. "Of course not. He was way too dangerous and unpredictable. He was out of control and he had to go. He left me no choice, and I don’t regret taking him out. He brought that on himself."

"God, Sasha you’re cold."

"Mmh, that’s true. I am."

He doesn’t argue. I’m glad he doesn’t. I have no illusions about the kind of man that I am. I do what needs to be done. That’s just who I am. When I love someone, I move heavens and earth for them. I’ll do just about anything for them. I hope that makes up for the darkness inside of me.

"What about the yellow-eyed alpha who jammed a needle on my neck?"

I shake my head. "He’s dead. He won’t be a threat anymore."

"What of the other guy they were with? Did you punish him?"

"Yes," I mumble.

"Did you...kill him?"

"Yes. I cut off his toes and feet and part of his legs... and uh... his dick."

"Ouch, Sasha."

"That’s what he gets for messing with my omega."

"Oh,"

I glance down at him, tangle his soft hair then tip his head back so he’s at eye level with me. "I could hurt them. I could kill them all, but not you. If it were up to me, you’d never see a drop of your own blood again."

"They had no right to do what they did to me."

"No, they didn’t." I let go of his hair.

He cups his belly and his brows knit. "Should we talk about what happened between me and Angelo before you met me?" Tyler says in a low tone. I get the feeling that he thinks that I might be mad at for him having an affair with Angelo.

"Are you ready to talk about it?"

"Not really," he shrugs, "but I feel that we need to talk about it."

"Alright then." I brace myself.

He looks up at me. "I only had sex with him because he gave me drugs. That was the only reason, I promise."

"Okay," I swallow thickly, crushing the desire to growl with jealousy. The idea of Angelo touching him makes me sick. I know better than to show a sign of jealousy because I know that Tyler will clam up. So, I stuff it down.

"I’m clean now. You don’t have to worry about me using again. I haven’t touched them since I found out that I am pregnant. Not because I was protecting the baby or being a saint. I did because wanted to save up enough for the abortion."

I eye him curiously. "Don’t you think you’ll use again?"

He shakes his head. "No."

"What’s to stop you?"

"I only used because I wanted to be numb. I needed to be numb. I didn’t want to have to deal with the shit that happened daily. I didn’t want to think of my parents either. It was just easier to shut down like that."

"Well, your past remains. The triggers could still be there."

"I know. But I don’t want to use drugs to numb myself anymore. I don’t see the need."

"How about you talk to someone, about those emotions and your parents?"

"Do you believe therapy works?" he asks.

I shrug. "For some people. I have seen it help some people, not me though."

"You mean like the weak-minded?" he frowns.

I shake my head. "No, Tyler. That’s not what I mean."

"Then why do you think therapy would work for someone like me, and not you?"

"I didn’t say I’m too good for therapy."

"Okay, so why wouldn’t you need therapy?"

"I don’t tend to feel remorse, or guilt." I shrug.

"What are you then? A sociopath?" he squints at me.

"No, I don’t think so." I scowl. "Maybe? I just know that whenever I decide to do something, there has to be a good reason behind it. Even if it’s something that people may think is morally grey. I don’t question stuff. I move on. I don’t need to work through stuff like you might need to. That’s just how I’m wired."

"Oh, I see. So that means you see nothing wrong with how we met? You think it was alright to threaten my life?"

I exhale deeply and tip his chin to meet his gaze. "Do you love me? Tyler?"

He hesitates and furrows his brows. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"Because if you love me, then the end justifies the means. It’s all worth it in the end."

For a minute, he stares at me silently then pushes himself up and kisses my lips softly. "I love you. Sasha."

It’s the first time he mentioned that to me and I have to admit I’m flattered. I’m so thrilled, my heart wants to jump right out of my chest. Never once had I expected him to say that to me. Not with how I forced him into our marriage. Not with everything I’ve done to make his life miserable.

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