His Mafia Prince
Chapter 93: They Aren’t Born Leaders

Chapter 93: They Aren’t Born Leaders

(MILES)

I keep breaking the poles, trying to get a sharp edge out of each. It’s not like I have anything to do, so this could as well distract me. Once again I hear noises from the other side of the door at the top of the stairs, and my weapon-making is distracted. I scowl as I strain my ear trying to eavesdrop.

Yellow eyes and Arlo can’t surely be quarrelling. I find it hard to believe. Yellow Eyes is too submissive and loyal to challenge his boss. I keep eavesdropping but before I can make sense of whatever the quarrel is about, the door opens.

Three men that I don’t recognize shuffle down the stairs. I watch them warily. One is an older alpha with blonde hair, wearing a suit and a pink tie. The other two are younger alphas. They don’t look friendly at all. There is no sign of Arlo and yellow eyes. Who could these people be? Do they work for Arlo?

They don’t notice me at first because of the poor lighting down here but once they near the cot area, the older alpha notices me. He curls his lips and mumbles something in Italian that I don’t quite catch. I speak Italian but the way he speaks makes it difficult for me to grasp his words. One of the younger alphas heads back up the stairs.

The other younger alpha inches closer to me and I back away. It’s dangerous enough being here without a weapon when I’m used to having one. I feel naked without a weapon.

"Who the fuck are you?" I make sure to school my voice just so I sound intimidating enough to make him back off.

"I’m Dalton Baccalieri." The alpha says in a tone that suggests that I should put some respect on his name.

I have heard of the Baccalieris Syndicate, Terra Nova, and I know that they share blood ties with the Sovereign Ring syndicate. Even so, I still don’t recognize this alpha.

"Where’s Arlo?" I ask.

"Is that what you want to know?" he asks, glancing around the cellar with a disgusted look on his face. He yanks a handkerchief from his pocket and then tugs it on his nose. "if I were you, I’d be more concerned about myself. This place is a literal pigsty. Arlo must really want you to suffer to hold you in such a filthy place."

"You don’t sound like you’re the Calvary."

He shakes his head and purses his lips. "no, sorry."

"Do you work for him?" I ask even though I notice that he has an air of authority, which tells me that he doesn’t like getting orders."

He snickers. "He is my cousin."

"Alright, I see." I rub the back of my neck trying to place the alpha. He’s staring at me as if I’ve grown three heads. He isn’t bothering to explain what his business is in my little prison.

The younger alpha who left comes back and halts at the stairs. This time, he comes with Arlo by his side. Arlo looks anything but happy. It surprises me but doesn’t entirely displease me to see him with a burst lip. On his cheek is a cut too. My pulse quickens as I try to piece together what might be happening.

I would know. Arlo isn’t calling the shots anymore.

In not sure whether to be delighted or worry about that. Dalton has already told me that he isn’t my ally. He’s also been pretty clear about him not being here to save me. In truth, I’m getting a really odd feeling about Dalton. As the saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend, but that isn’t usually the case. The enemy of my enemy could be my worst enemy, and I suspect that that’s what it is with Dalton.

The younger alpha shoves Arlo towards me. He stumbles a bit but then he gets balance, which is good because I’d be inclined to let that fucker face plant.

He looks at Dalton’s chin high. "You’re crazy if you think you are getting away with this, Dalton. If my father were alive, your throat would have been slit already."

Dalton laughs. "But your father isn’t alive now, is he? He is dead and somebody needs to take his position as head of the Sovereign Ring syndicate."

"I have!" Arlo seethes.

"Oh come on, Arlo." Dalton examines his nails and then looks at Arlo. "We both know that isn’t the case. You’ve been busy planning your revenge on Sasha."

"of course, I want revenge. Wouldn’t you if you were in my place?"

"Sure what happened to Uncle Kasi was unfortunate, but he went looking for Sasha’s wrath himself. Sasha did what needed to be done. You’re lucky he let you live."

Arlo’s voice hardens. "My father died because of what Sasha did to him." He trembles.

"Your father knew all too well what he was getting himself into when he went after Sasha’s omega." Dalton shrugs. "Unfortunately, he had to die because of that, but he had it coming. Your grief has blinded you that you can’t see and listen to reason. You’re way too engrossed in taking your revenge and that’s why I’m now stepping in."

"Oh please, Dalton. Quit acting like this is some noble deed you’re doing. Everyone knows that you’ve always wanted to take my position." Arlo touches his burst lip and stares at the drops of blood on his fingers. "I have to get revenge, as my father’s son and as the head of the Sovereign Ring syndicate. "

"Your fixation on revenge is worrying. Your men are concerned about your mental state."

"Nonsense. My men trust me. If there was a problem among them, my captains would have let me know already. "

Dalton shrugs. "they’re not willing to talk to you about their concerns. You’re too volatile. They don’t want to approach you."

"So what are you implying? That they are talking to you instead?" Arlo seethes, glaring at his cousin.

They’re both distracted, which would be perfect for me to make a break for it. I would have already tried if it weren’t for the other two alphas. I wouldn’t get far with these two thuggish alphas gawking at me.

"The men aren’t sure if they want you to be their leader. It pains me to be the one to let you know of this, but it’s the truth. After all, we are cousins. I take no pleasure in doing this because you’re still in your time of grief."

Arlo spits on Dalton. "Liar." he blurts. " You’ve been hell-bent on taking my position since. Don’t even act like you give a shit about me. At least give me that much respect."

Dario looks down at his shiny shoe stained and bends down to wipe the blood with a handkerchief. He then straightens and sighs. "I take no pleasure in doing this. You are my cousin. I loved Uncle Kasi like he was my own father. But now something has to be done. The men need real leadership and that’s why I’m stepping up."

"Fuck you, Dalton"

I laugh gruffly and Dalton’s gaze snaps to me. "You think this is funny?"

"No."

He arches a brow. "Then what’s there to laugh about?"

"Because if it’s you two running the Sovereign Ring and Terra Nova syndicates, then they’re both toast." I shake my head ignoring Arlo’s disgruntled humph. "Both of you aren’t born leaders. I’ve never seen a more disorganised bunch."

Dalton looks insulted. "And what do you know about leadership when all you do is Sasha’s bidding?"

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