His Mafia Prince
Chapter 30: Give Me The Knife

Chapter 30: Give Me The Knife

(TYLER)

Listen to me, Dylan." I try to implore him but he looks like he’s already lost control. "This is insane." My voice wobbles as I wrack my brain trying to figure out how I’m going to protect myself. He was right when he said running won’t work. But I’ll take my chances trying to run then end up dead in here, consequences be damned. Reasoning with him now seems futile.

I don’t know martial arts. Hand-to-hand combat isn’t my specialty either and even if it was, I doubt I’d be in a position to execute it well. I feel like a drum. I’m not sure what to do now.

Dylan steps closer to me and I raise my fists as I step backwards to the doorway. Fear grips me in a chokehold at the raw hatred I see glowering in his eyes. This can’t be happening. When I left the encampment, I knew my safety was guaranteed. Yet here I am about to be sliced and diced all because Sasha can’t keep his cock in his pants.

"Dylan!" a harsh voice comes through the doorway behind me. "What the fuck do you think you’re doing?"

I turn and the sight of Sasha at the doorway relieves me that my knees feel wobbly. Never once have I been this happy seeing someone I hate dearly. A vein is bulging at the side of his head and his face is flushed red. His gaze is pinned on Dylan like a laser.

"S...Sasha" Dylan whimpers with the knife still in his hand. "I...I just wanted to talk to Tyler."

"With a knife in your hand? And why is he trying to run away from you? How dare you threaten my omega, Dylan?" Sasha growls, advancing into the room. I’m surprised he doesn’t seem the least bit intimidated by the knife.

"B...but, I love you, Sasha. You’re supposed to be mine. I deserve you." Dylan says softly on the brink of tears. "All those nights we spent together, they must have meant something."

"No, they didn’t. I told you they didn’t." Sasha says coldly, his glare fiery. Dylan flinches at his words.

"Why are you doing this?" Dylan snickers, trying to hide his hurt but he only ends up hyperventilating until the absurd reaction turns into tears. "You’re lying Sasha. I know you want me. Please don’t do this." Tears flow freely down his cheeks. His big blue eyes have gone wide as though he is in shock.

Sasha sighs exasperatedly. He glances at me then back at Dylan. "No. I was upfront with you since. It meant nothing. What we had was physical. You were available when I wanted to burst a nut."

The callousness of that response makes me wince too. I can’t surely be on Dylan’s side. I might have been lying in a pool of my own blood if Sasha had come even a minute late. But then, why does Sasha have to be so cruel to him?

"Didn’t you even consider me?" Dylan asks, his voice breaking. "I thought we meant something to each other. You didn’t even ask me if I wanted to be your omega." He shoots me a hateful glare. "He doesn’t deserve you. He doesn’t even know what you like, Sasha. He doesn’t know you like I do. I’m the loyal one. It should’ve been me."

Sasha steps in between me and Dylan, instinctively shielding me with his body. I sigh with relief. "I know you’ve been very loyal, Dylan. I suppose it’s earned you a place in my affection."

"Really?" Dylan asks, looking up at Sasha hopefully.

"Yes. But I’m still going to marry him." he points at me over his shoulders. "Not you. I’m sorry if this is painful. But that’s what’s up."

"This isn’t fair at all, Sasha." Dylan whines and a fresh stream of tears flow down his cheeks. "You aren’t fair. It hurts."

"Probably. But it’s happening." Sasha moves closer to Dylan while I stand there frozen. "Give me the knife."

My pulse goes haywire when Sasha moves closer to Dylan. I am worried sick that Dylan might stab him. I don’t understand why the thought of Sasha stabbed makes me this uncomfortable. If anything, his death means I could go back to my old life. Yes, it was unbearable. But at least I didn’t look over my shoulder all the time in fear of being attacked by God knows who. Why does the thought of Dylan driving the knife right through Sasha’s heart fill me with dread? Shouldn’t I be happy about it? Sasha has been nothing short of an asshole to me.

"No. Please don’t marry him. I beg you."

Sasha sucks his teeth. "This will get ugly if you don’t hand that knife over, Dylan."

"What? You’ll kill me?"

"Yes, if I have to." Sasha holds out his hand.

"Why are you doing this to me? After all, I’ve given you?" Dylan whispers.

Sasha’s patience seems to grow out. "I’m giving you a chance. Hand over that knife now. You know quite well if you were someone else, you’d be dead already."

Dylan’s thin body trembles as he cries.

"Come on, hand it over," Sasha says with gentleness in his voice unlike how he usually talks. I however applaud his patience with Dylan. "I don’t want to hurt you, Dylan. Hand it over."

I feel stuck watching the ordeal unfold right before my eyes. Sasha sounds like he actually does care about Dylan. He was callous before, but I don’t think he wants to hurt Dylan. He is trying to talk him down. To me, it’s like watching a tiger coddle a cub. If he wanted to kill him, he could’ve already. I know that because I know he has a gun. From where I am, I can see its arm holster nestled on his body.

"Give me the knife Dylan. I don’t have time for this." He reaches behind his pants. "Last warning."

I’m horrified he might gun Dylan down. I don’t think I’m ready to watch squiggly chunks of Dylan’s brain explode out of his skull. Being Sasha’s victim already taught me just how easily he can snap if he doesn’t get what he wants. In truth, I’m concerned for Dylan. But he is so in love I’m starting to think he’s lost his mind.

"Please listen to him, Dylan. Sasha will kill you. You know he will."I whisper.

Sasha looks at me over his shoulder. I’m too dumbstruck to even talk. He returns his focus to Dylan, holding it for a beat.

Defeated, Dylan lowly lets the knife slip from his grasp and stumbles forward, falling on Sasha’s chest, and Sasha puts his arm around him. Dylan can’t control himself and is now sobbing uncontrollably.

While I’m relieved Dylan is unharmed, I’m embarrassed watching him break down completely.

Miles had been at the door all along and I didn’t even notice him. After a few minutes, he leads a distraught Dylan out of my room as Sasha watches them go.

His expression is as stoic as ever. No compassion or emotion at all. He doesn’t seem the least bit fazed by what has just happened. But even so, I know what I just witnessed. Now I know he isn’t the cruel monster he pretends to be. He would have put Dylan down if he had to, but he wouldn’t have been proud of it.

It was just yesterday that I thought he was incapable of compassion. Maybe Miles was right. Sasha could be more complex than I thought.