His Mafia Prince
Chapter 21: My Hero

Chapter 21: My Hero

"What the hell?" I mutter to myself.

It’s strange enough that even Sasha has to sneak around his own apartment. This man is full of surprises. I watch for a while longer wondering if he will come back, but then I give up before he comes back. I’m exhausted and my lids are heavy, and I don’t have the time to play detective, so I choose to sleep instead of spying on him.

I crawl into the centre of the bed and curl myself into a ball. This bed is far bigger than I need and it’s strange being alone in it. Much as I don’t fancy staying here, I have to admit the soft mattress feels like heaven. I bury my head into the pillow, the sweet scent of the lavender detergent wafting up my nose as grogginess finally begins to set in.

This room is strangely quiet. And it isn’t just this room alone. The entire house is quiet unlike back at the camp. I’m used to the noises of the traffic and people all around me. This room feels the exact opposite. I feel like I’m cut off the world but in a good way. Oddly, I feel safe in here, considering that I am at the mercy of a cutthroat criminal.

Sasha’s face comes to my mind. His eyes can hold such cruelty at times. Sometimes he looks at me as though I’m garbage. He makes me feel lonely like I don’t deserve a place in this world. But woven then, I know he is sexually aware of me. I know that because his eyes darken with lust whenever they linger over me long enough.

It isn’t unusual for an alpha to be sexually aware of an omega. What’s unusual however is why an alpha of his stature would be attracted to a lowly poverty-stricken omega like me. I’m sure he can land any omega of his choice. But he chose me and even went ahead to threaten me if I dared try to leave. I know I’m attractive, and that’s why most alphas notice me. Why me? Did he pick me because I was hesitant or what?

My lids droop and I push away the thoughts of Sasha. It’s already unnerving enough to have him around me all night, I don’t want to see him in my dreams too. I’ll have all the time to see him in person when the day breaks.

I have a good night’s rest. The sleep was so deep that I was not aware if it was because of the quiet or it was because of the comfy bed. I didn’t expect that much comfort considering the situation I was caught up in, but I still managed to sleep well. I wake up feeling more refreshed, but I have a long day ahead of me, and I’m curious and nervous about it.

I don’t want to start the day with the filthy clothes I had on yesterday. I rifle through the closets and drawers and finally pick out a pair of jeans that seem to mostly fit. They look a tad bit baggy, so I check again and find a belt that’ll hold them up just fine. I pick out another baggy T-shirt and put it on. Sure, it is baggy on my lithe frame, but it is better than the clothes I had on when I came.

Now that I’m set for the day, a wave of nausea hits me. I lie on the bathroom floor after fifteen generous minutes of vomiting. My mouth is bitter to the taste and I’m sweating, all my strength drained out. I drag myself up and brush my teeth, then head to the bed for some rest. When I’m satisfied that I feel better, I sit up.

The nausea is gone, but now I’m hungry. I hadn’t eaten anything meaningful in the last week. I don’t know my way around the house, but I want to find something to eat. I decide to get up and go look for food because it won’t come to me while I sit here.

When I get to the door, I cautiously open it and peek out. The hallway is clear and silent. Sasha’s door opens the minute I step outside. He looks sharp, dressed in his five-thousand-dollar Armani suit. His hair is slicked back to perfection. He is distracted by his phone, so when he doesn’t see me right away, I take a minute to study him.

He has a defined jawline and an arched nose. He is more gorgeous than I’d like to admit. My pulse picks up as I study him. He looks dangerous, but even more gorgeous. I want to sneak back into my room before he notices me gawking at him, but I’ve barely made a step when he turns to me. His face is expressionless.

"You’re up."

"Yes," I answer. It’s obvious. Why is he asking me that?

His gaze runs over me and stops at my eyes. "You fought them, didn’t you?"

"Fought who?" I ask, looking bewildered.

"The cops I sent to the shelter? I meant to ask you yesterday. Did you fight them?"

The question throws me. I don’t know what sort of an answer he expects from me. What did he expect me to do after he sent his rogues after me? Or is he just trying to taunt me again? It’s too early for that.

"No, not at first," I respond tightly, summoning all the cosmic forces I don’t believe in to not tell him to go to hell.

"Those meatheads." He snaps. "I gave them explicit orders to not touch your face or stomach. Your face is bruised and you have a burst lip." He says, wiggling his fingers on my face. "Maybe you fought them, that’s why they got rough with you."

"I saw them attacking people then I ran. Then they came after me with their batons. It wasn’t until they started to hit me that I tried to fight back."

He clicks his tongue. "I’ll make sure they’re punished."

The words sound foreign to me the minute they leave his mouth. "Really? You’d punish them because they attacked me?"

"No, I’ll punish them because they disobeyed my orders."

I scowl. "Oh."

"I told them to not touch your face, now people at the wedding will think I did that to you."

My chest tightens. "I should’ve known you don’t have my interests at heart."

"I wouldn’t want my omega to be beaten up, but you weren’t my omega then." He clears his throat. "They still had orders to follow, and they didn’t. They disrespected me."

I sigh. "My hero."

"Quit being a baby."

"Of course, I’m a baby. I don’t like being beaten."

"If you agreed earlier, I wouldn’t have sent those cops to beat you up."

I narrow my eyes. "You seriously don’t see anything wrong with what you did, Sasha?"

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