His Mafia Prince
Chapter 85: Magna Escapades

Chapter 85: Magna Escapades

(MILES)

I’m borderline pissed when the omega seated alone at the Magna refuses a drink I bought him. It’s been long since an omega turned me down. I can barely remember the last time that happened to me. Doesn’t he know who I am? I’m Miles Caspar, second to Sasha Adonis, leader of the Triple Triad Syndicate. That alone commands a lot of respect in this city.

That alone should make the little fucker tremble in fear that he just disrespected Sasha Adonis’ right-hand man. But his expression looks nothing like that when he glances over his shoulder. Instead, he looks smug.

Eritrea smiles apologetically then gives me a little shrug. She looks almost sorry for me. My cheeks heat. I’m not about to accept little embarrassments.

Fuck that.

I get up, bumping the table and two of my juniors who I’m with, Hank and Jay look at me questionably.

"Something wrong, boss?" Jay asks, glancing around warily. He tugs his hand on the piece under his jacket. "See something alarming, boss?"

"No. Easy there." I respond without shifting my faze from the uncouth omega who just refused my drink.

Hank’s gaze follows mine, then he bumps into Jay’s elbow. "Oh, the boss is on the move."

My discomfort overrides my patience and I get up, not responding to them. I slowly walk and stand behind the omega. Considering the way his shoulders are tight, I can tell that he feels my presence even with the way he shot me a condescending look a while ago. I move closer to him, my intention to make him feel my presence hovering around him.

I suck in his sweet lavender scent. He has to know who I am and why I’m appalled by his snubbing behaviour. Anyway, that’s alright still. I love me a challenge.

It tends to be the best part, in most cases.

"Is something the matter with the drink?" I ask.

He hesitates for a beat before glancing at me over his shoulder again. The second our gazes meet, a flush runs through my core and ends at my dick. He looks even tastier up close. His long wavy hair falls on his shoulders. Thick black lashes that encase his beautiful jade green eyes. His lips are red and pout like ripe cherries. His sharp jawline and that annoying sarcastic smirk he got. He looks like something Leonardo da Vinci would love to paint.

He smirks again. "When an alpha buys me a drink, I prefer he does it in person." He sounds husky. And confident.

Alright. I can work with that.

It’s not that he is disinterested, he is just high-maintenance. Fair enough.

I tug out the stool beside him and sit. "I’m here now." I clear my throat.

"Mmh, you are."

"So, what’s your name?" I signal Eritrea to get him another drink and bring me one as well.

"Arlo."

"What’s the other name, Arlo?"

"What does it matter? Do you want to embroider my initials on something or what?"

I can’t help but laugh. He is a smart ass. I also kind of like mouthy omegas. The mouthier the omega, the more I love to put them in their place. "Alright, so no last name?"

"No." he studies me, and it catches me by surprise that my pulse picks up a little. I never let omegas get under my skin. Why is he getting under my skin? Now I really want to fuck him. I don’t care where. I could fuck him right here in the bar.

I’m already imagining what it would feel like to have his warm, lithe body shuddering beneath me. It’s been a long since I wanted someone like I want him. It must be his snobbishness. It must be doing something to turn me on. I doubt he’d look at me like he is doing right now with my cock deep in his ass.

Eritrea sets the drinks in front of us and Arlo picks up his Martini. I grab my glass of whiskey and hold it out. "To new connections."

He smirks. "That works, sure." He then takes a sip of the drink then licks his pout lips.

"You look too classy for this joint. I haven’t seen you here before."

"Well, yeah. I do like to slum around with the little people often. It pisses my dad. And I love nothing more than to piss him off."

"Is that right? I suppose you won’t tell me who your dad is?"

"No." he laughs. The laugh sounds sincere.

"I don’t mind knowing," I say and sip my drink. "I hated my dad too."

He turns his glance sharply towards me as if he’s surprised at what I just told him. "Why?"

"He used to put off his cigarettes on my arm as a kid. That made me grow to hate him."

"Shit." He says sharply. I can see that my little story rattled him.

"We can talk about a ton of nicer things. Let’s not talk about him."

"Of course," his naughty smile returns. The way his knees bounce up and down beneath the bar shows me that he is indeed bothered unlike how he pretends to not be. I can’t help but wonder what his deal is. He is too high-end to be a hooker. I also noticed earlier that he had ignored every alpha that had attempted to talk to him. So far, I’m the only alpha he has had something close to a conversation with. I kind of feel honoured. He strikes me as picky, but that’s fine because I am picky myself.

Lately.

I wasn’t as picky before. I used to sleep with Sasha’s cast-off omegas. But since Sasha settled with Tyler, I’ve been a tad bit envious of how happy they are. It’s not jealousy, however. I’m still very close to Sasha. It’s just that sometimes I wish I had someone look at me the way Tyler looks at Sasha.

That doesn’t mean I expect to have that kind of connection with an omega I meet at a bar. Arlo isn’t giving nesting vibes. I do think of settling though, and I know one of these days I’m gonna do it. I’d also like to have a kid someday before I grow old. I have a feeling that Arlo would bear me a gorgeous baby.

Why the fuck am I thinking of my baby with Arlo right now?

"I don’t usually do this," Arlo says, looking at me beneath his thick lashes.

"No?"

"No," he says, pushing a slender finger through the mist on his glass. "My old man likes to keep me in his stuffy old house."

"Does he keep you there against your will?" I ask, barely concealing the concern in my voice.

He laughs gruffly. "Well, I mean... it’s not like I’m a prisoner, but he doesn’t like me going out alone."

"Oh, okay. And how old are you?"

"Twenty-four."

"At that age, I don’t think a parent should be controlling you that much. You’re an adult, but then, who am I to judge? Maybe he’s just trying to protect you because you’re an omega. We protect our omegas. That’s what we alphas do."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah."

"It seems to me though that alphas will just take advantage of an omega the first chance they get." I notice that his eyes glitter with something I can’t quite place. Resentment?

"In my experience, I can confirm that some omegas like that."

"That I know."

"Alphas tend to think omegas are weak."

"Many alphas are idiots." I shrug.

My reply seems to make him happy and he laughs, inclining his head towards me. "You’re interesting. I like you."

"Really?" I ask, excitement coursing through me. I feel real anticipation and my palms even get a little sweaty. I hope he doesn’t turn me down, because that will be a huge disappointment. I’m all honesty I’m dying to fuck him.

He studies me keenly, bringing his face close enough to mine that I can see a ring around the green of his iris. "Do you... maybe want to get out of here?" he asks softly.

My cock throbs so hard in my pants that I grunt. I remind myself to calm down. Somehow, I manage a calm, "Yes."

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