His Mafia Prince
Chapter 54: Vow For Revenge

Chapter 54: Vow For Revenge

(TYLER)

The crowd nods and gives unified nods as the murmuring continues. Some of them even look offended at the claim that Sasha proves I have his mark. I’m glad that even though I’m sailing in a sea of rogues, some of them still have basic decency. The majority of them however see no harm in forcing me to show the mark.

Sasha holds up a hand and the crowd goes silent. "If seeing the mark on my omega’s neck is what it will take for all of you to feel reassured then so be it." He then turns to me. My chest feels tight.

When Sasha hesitates, Angelo cackles.

A shiver runs through me at his horrid laugh. Even though I have my alpha’s mark, I’m still nervous and my nerves jangle as Sasha holds my shoulders. I look into his eyes and my pulse races wildly. My legs feel wobbly and I’m struggling to pull air into my lungs.

"It’s okay," Sasha whispers as he stares into my soul.

The murmurs get louder. I’m glad that I listened to Sasha because just as he suspected, his instincts were correct. I’m glad that I trusted him and let him claim me. I don’t even want to imagine what would have happened to us now had I refused his mark. Would we be driven out in front of this whole crowd? Would we be at Angelo’s mercy? Or even killed?

God knows Angelo wouldn’t have shown us mercy. Not with hatred bubbling inside him like a cauldron. He would have us killed the first chance he got.

"I guess we’re left with one choice. To satisfy the curiosity of those who wish to see the mark." Sasha says.

"Quit stalling," Angelo grunts with a sheepish expression on his face.

Sasha snickers and then looks into my eyes. "I’m not stalling, brother." He whispers. "I’m savouring the moment."

Sasha begins to undo the top buttons of my shirt, and I can’t help the shiver rippling through me. The warmth of his hands sinks into my skin and the memories of him giving me his bite begin to resurface. He notices me quivering and he smiles at me.

His thumb strokes my cheek lightly. I don’t know how and when I began being this submissive to him, but I’d be lying if I said part of me doesn’t enjoy it. I’m sure I look like a puppy beneath him as he leans in and presses his lips to mine.

He kisses me slowly, taking his sweet time like there’s no place he’d rather be. Like the crowd isn’t waiting on us. Like he forgot any other lips his mouth had ever touched. He kisses me with delight and grins in my mouth as I inhale his sighs. He pulls me closer by my waist, like we are about to dance then looks into my eyes like I’m the brightest thing he’s ever seen and presses his lips to mine again. I can’t resist opening my mouth to his kiss even though we have an audience around us. I’m addicted to his taste. His touch. His warmth. I can’t ever get enough.

Seconds later, he pulls away then gently tugs my collar down and slowly turns me to face Angelo. It’s almost like I forget myself. I’m sure if someone asked me what two plus two is right now, I’d say Sasha’s name in answer.

The crowd gasps loudly as they take in the bite mark on my neck. My face suddenly feels hot as they whisper and stare at us. Sasha’s hand presses on my back reassuringly as his lips curve into a smug smile. When my gaze meets Angelo’s, dread and horror are all I see. His mouth goes wide as though he doesn’t believe what he’s seeing. Red flushes up his face as the crowd turns their attention to him.

"No. This can’t be right. The mark is fake. It must be." He falters as he inches closer to us.

"Easy there." Sasha holds out his arm. "I didn’t say you could touch my omega."

"He isn’t your omega." Angelo barks. "That bite isn’t real. Are you sure that isn’t make-up or some trick?"

"No," I finally get the guts to speak. "It’s my alpha’s bite."

"Why would you object to me checking then if it’s a real bite mark?" he roars.

"Fine," Sasha sneers. "Be gentle." He warns sternly.

Angelo takes a handkerchief out of his pocket and then presses it to my throat a little too hard. He rubs the wound clumsily and I wince.

"Don’t hurt him," Sasha barks. "I said be gentle."

His voice makes me tremble because I know that he isn’t acting. He is possessive and angry and I can feel it. He hates his brother, but this isn’t it. He doesn’t want any other alpha laying their hands on me, period.

Angelo pulls the cloth away and brings it to his face, examining it with much keenness. His brows arch togetherness as he looks at it, bewildered. "But... but..." he stutters. "I...I ...my sources told me it was a fake bite." He rakes a hand frustratedly in his hair. "My sources are reliable."

"No, they aren’t," Miles says loudly. "That was the height of disrespect, Angelo. You owe the family an apology.

"Yes... yes." Murmurs erupt from the crowd as they nod, agreeing with him.

Angelo’s face is shiny with sweat as he barks out an awkward laugh. "Uhm...Sure. Of course. I’m glad to apologize to uhm...Sasha...and my... my family." He speaks as if he is choking on his saliva. "I’m sorry that I uhm... I might have hurt them. The Triple Triad syndicate and my family mean more than anything to me in this world."

Lying ass motherfucker.

I bite my tongue to not say it out loud. I loathe Angelo so much that I want nothing more than to rub in his face that his plan failed for a second time. Again. I’m dying to rub in his face that his plans will fail and keep failing because he’s a poor schemer who doesn’t think through or plan his tactics well. But then I have to be in control and not jinx myself by doing that too soon.

"I think it’s best if I leave now," Angelo says. "Uhm...the circumstances ―" he turns and heads for the door. "I’m sorry, again for causing chaos on such an important day." He bows and takes his leave.

Lucia’s eyes follow him, cold and calculating until he is out of sight. Marco who’s been standing beside her looks even more bewildered by what just unfolded before his eyes. Just before Angelo steps out the door, he shoots me a dirty glare, one that can sear wings off an archangel. The glare makes one thing clear to me. That vengeance will be his and he won’t let the matter slip. That I’m now his target.

It won’t be long until he outs me to Sasha and tells him I used to be an addict.

It won’t be long until he tells Sasha that he used to fuck me.

That also means it won’t be long until Sasha realizes that Angelo is my baby’s father.