His Mafia Prince
Chapter 25: He’ll Want Blood

Chapter 25: He’ll Want Blood

(SASHA)

When we get into the study, we find Father behind his desk busy as usual. He seems to grow weaker with each passing day, I dread the day when he won’t be here anymore. Father has been my guiding force and I have leaned on him all my life. I hope I will be ready to lead the men when that time finally comes.

Father is frail, but even then, he gets up to greet us. He shakes Tyler’s hand. "Come, let’s sit near the fire. It’s more comfortable." He says while moving slowly to the chair closest to the fireplace. It isn’t as cold; however, Father seems to be always shivering, and he doesn’t want Tyler to see him trembling. The last thing Father will do is show his weakness, even on his deathbed.

Tyler follows him but looks confused. He seems to have no idea where to sit, and when I notice that, I put my hand on the small of his back to guide him. I can feel his muscles tighten. His scent wafts up my nose and for a minute, the scent and the heat of his body distract me.

But I know better than to be distracted. This isn’t the time or the place, so I shake off the annoying haze and guide him to a chair next to me and across from Father. We sit, waiting for Father to begin the conversation.

Father studies Tyler thoughtfully for a few suspended seconds then says bluntly. "You’re with child."

"Yes," Tyler says, a shade of pink flushing his cheeks. "Will that be an issue?"

Father turns to me. "Will it be a problem, son?"

"No, I don’t think so. He’s not keeping it."

A frown works up on Father’s face. "What, why are you not keeping it?"

Tyler shifts uncomfortably and then glances at me warily. "I’d rather not say."

Father lets out a gruff laugh. "You’re off to a great start. Already keeping secrets from Sasha?"

"It’s my problem. No one else." Tyler says sternly.

He only just met Father. He was nervous at first, but he was brave. I have to give it to him. He openly speaks his mind. I watch him, and something stirs inside of me. I feel almost proud of the way he speaks his mind. Does that make sense?

"The fact that he is pregnant doesn’t bother me in the least." I finally say. "After all, that pregnancy already worked to my advantage. It made him desperate enough and easy to manipulate. I’m just glad he is finally here."

Tyler scowls at me then scoffs. "What, you’re just going to say that right in front of me? You do realize I’m sitting right beside you."

"Besides, keeping the child would only complicate things more," Father says, and this time, he sounds stern.

"Why would it be a problem?" my attention shifts to my father.

"Because if you were to have more children, then they would be your firstborn." He clears his throat. "Should you have others."

Tyler bites his jaw. "No, I’m not going to have children with your son. That’s not part of the deal, I didn’t sign up for that." He crosses his hands over his chest. "Besides, I’m not keeping it. I meant what I said earlier."

"The child won’t have Adonis’ blood. I’m not worried." I tell Father. "I know my bloodline would outdo theirs." I smile grimly.

"Wow!" Tyler laughs gruffly. "It’s like I’m not even here."

"You’re quite opinionated," Father says.

"For an omega, you mean?" Tyler interjects

"No, for someone speaking to the head of the Triple Triad syndicate."

"Oh," Tyler’s cheeks flush. "I mean no disrespect." He keeps his head down.

"Great," Father says. "I might look frail, but trust me I can still be a menace if I want. I can be quite hazardous to your health."

Tyler swallows thickly and remains silent. I’m sure there’s a part of him that thinks the whole family is a menace. Which is okay, because it’s true, kind of. But if he’s going to stay with this family, he’s going to have to get used to it.

"Have you introduced Tyler to your mother and Jericho?"

"Yes," I say. "Mama seems to like him, while Jericho likes the idea of having someone by his side to taunt me as well."

"Jericho likes to taunt you."

"I like taunting him too."

The way Tyler glances at me gives me the impression that he is surprised by the amusement in my voice. He probably thinks I’m a vile monster. It’s only fair because all I’ve done since we met is threaten him. I’m a monster, well for the most part, but that’s only because the job requires me to be one. But I have a good side to me too. Once I trust him, he’ll get to see it, maybe.

"So, Tyler, what do you think about this arrangement?"

I know for a fact that he feels terrible about all this. He didn’t even want to be here to begin with. But I went out of my way to make sure I taunted him and that he had nothing left or no place to go. I made sure to leave him with zero options except to stay with me. Even in his right senses, he wouldn’t feel good about it. But then again, I know he can’t tell father that. I trust that he is not dumb enough to say that.

"It’s a little overwhelming," Tyler says.

Father’s brows knit together. "Are you having second thoughts?"

Both me and Tyler know he doesn’t. I gaze at him, waiting for the answer too.

"No." Tyler shakes his head.

"Good." Father heaves, shrugging his bony shoulders. "I don’t have so much time left."

"I’m sorry," Tyler says, sounding pitiful.

As the light flickers, the orange glow of the flames bounces off Father’s gaunt features. He looks like he is contemplating a lot, much of which he doesn’t want to say. Much as we are dreaded, he seems to be dreaded even more. But the father I know will do anything before he shows that the reality of the situation works him up as well.

"I have lived a great life. I’ve fought a good fight and now my only worry is for the ones I’ll leave behind. Not me."

The sound of a phone ringing on the desk catches our attention, and I’m glad something finally distracted the gloomy mood that was just about to set in. I stand. "Should I get it, father?"

"Don’t bother. I’m sure it’s Angelo. Lately, he’s been hounding me daily at around this hour. He isn’t aware that you’ve found your omega." He swipes his pale hand over his face. "He still thinks he’s stepping up as head of the Triple Triad syndicates." He smiles, and he looks like a fascinated skeleton. "Wait until he finds out about Tyler. He’ll piss himself."

The mention of that alarms Tyler. A typical amateur doesn’t even know what importance he holds until now. "Will he be mad?"

"Oh, Tyler," I facepalm myself. "That’s a nice way to say it. He’ll want blood."

He blinks rapidly, his face going pale. "You mean he will come after me?"

The fear in his voice sends something dark and sinister welling up inside me. "He better fucking not even think about it."

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