His Mafia Prince
Chapter 55: Emotions Emotions Emotions

Chapter 55: Emotions Emotions Emotions

(SASHA)

I’m riding high, feeling proud of myself after thwarting Angelo’s attempt to dethrone and embarrass me in front of the other syndicates. I spend the better part of the day with people walking up to me to reassure me of their undying loyalty. I made sure to take note of everyone who followed Angelo when he left, just to take note of them as my enemies. It’s safer to bet them as my enemies since they are sympathetic to him.

I’ll have to deal with them later for being disloyal. I can’t and won’t stand traitors.

It is however much harder to punish Angelo. Sure, he tried to take my position as head of the Triple Triad syndicates but still, he is my brother. Much as I would love to murder him and get him out of the way, I know certainly that father wouldn’t have wanted that. I want nothing more than to destroy him so that he’s no longer a nuisance, but I chose to let him stew, for now.

Some guests left earlier, but most of them stayed late into the night. At around midnight, Tyler disappears upstairs. After the show with Angelo, he didn’t talk much. He went and stayed beside Mother. He seemed to wilt more as time went by.

I want to go and be with him so much. I still feel his taste linger on my tongue. But then I can’t leave the guests like he can. I don’t have that liberty. As expected, I have to be here, present with them the entire time. I’ve officially taken up the role of a mafia boss, which means I waved comfort goodbye.

By the time I head up to our room, it’s already 4:00 am. Tyler is curled up on the bed, but I can tell by the way he is breathing that he is not asleep. I get out of my clothes and change into a T-shirt and boxers then brush my teeth. I join him in bed, but he doesn’t come closer to me which irks me for some reason.

This little sucker should be friendlier. I claimed him.

"I know you aren’t sleeping," I say, watching his curled figure.

"I am. So what?"

I notice the attitude but I choose to let it slide. "Today was a good day, Tyler. We dodged a bullet."

"It was an epic day," he says sarcastically.

I frown at his tone. "Yes, it was, actually. All things considered."

"Mmh..."

Again, the attitude baffles me but I decide to ignore it for a second time. "You know... we didn’t get to talk much after Angelo left."

"Of course not. You were held up holding court."

I snicker. "Should I have ignored the guests, Tyler?"

"No, I didn’t say that."

I smirk. "You can’t be mad because I didn’t give you attention. I can make up for that if you want."

"No, thanks." He grunts. "It was a welcome relief to be ignored."

"Really now?"

"Yes."

"Okay then," I frown. "Why did it bug you though?"

"It didn’t."

"It definitely did."

"Look, Sasha. I’m really... really tired and I just want to sleep now." His voice comes out and he sounds exhausted.

"So sleep then."

I have to admit that I’m a little disappointed. I thought we made a connection today. I was almost sure that he felt it too, but I guess I thought wrong. I convince myself however that he is really tired and he wants to rest. I tell myself to be more considerate, which makes no sense because never once have I considered being considerate to anyone. But he is pregnant. The day was hard on me, but it must have been much harder on him.

He kicks the duvet off him and sighs impatiently, adjusting himself a few times then mumbles something I can’t make out.

"Are you okay?"

His head jerks up. "Does it matter to you if I’m okay?"

"I wouldn’t have asked if it didn’t matter to me."

"Right," he laughs gruffly. "It does matter to you. That’s rich."

I frown looking up at the ceiling, trying to hand on my patience. "I’ve been good to you lately, Tyler."

He lets out a long sigh but doesn’t speak.

"It’s not like I’ve been totally uncaring."

"Who are you performing for, Sasha? There’s nobody here except us. We did put up an act today but we both know this marriage is total bullshit."

"I know that, obviously." I shrug. "It’s not a real one. But why are you this angry?" I anchor myself on my elbows. "What’s the matter? I thought everything was working just fine."

He laughs raggedy. "Yes, it is. Just because you forced me to accept your bite so I didn’t end up dead. We get along so much better now."

"Please, Tyler," I sigh frustratedly. "Don’t start with this again. We had no choice."

"Of course," he mumbles.

"Then what is it? We were okay just a few hours ago, what happened again?"

"We aren’t okay. You forced me into this marriage, and I’m still fucking pregnant. Excuse me if I find nothing fine about this life. You’re the one who’s got everything you wanted so far. What about me? What have I gotten out of the deal, Sasha? Your fucking bite mark? Yay for me."

I gaze at him, bewildered. "I honestly have no clue why you’re angry."

"I just listed them out for you."

"You weren’t this grumpy before we bonded, it’s even got much worse after... you know, the bite."

"That’s one way to say it, Sasha. A nice way." He mutters. "I’m trapped with your fucking bite on my neck for life, yet you think it’s just a mere bond?"

"Okay, maybe try talking to me about it then instead of throwing a tantrum."

He hoists himself up beside the lampshade. The golden light bathes him and my cock twitches at the sight of his bare, creamy chest and his slender neck. I can’t stop my gaze from tailing down to the little line gracing his baby bump to the band of his boxers then lift my eyes to meet his resentful gaze."

"All you ever think of is sex." He grits his teeth.

Heat rushes to my face. It is true. He’s right and I can’t stop myself. The thoughts consume me nonstop when he is with me. And they are very hard to resist considering he’s this close. "It’s hard to not want you, Tyler."

"I don’t want to have sex." He snaps.

"What do you want?" I ask softly.

"I want to get the abortion tomorrow. I don’t want to hear your suggestion about it or why you think I should wait some more. I don’t want your excuses. This baby needs to go, asap." His lips press into a grim line.

"As you wish." I shrug.

"You’re not going to tell me to wait until Marco and his family leave?" his eyes flicker curiously.

I’m trying so hard to level with him but it’s getting really difficult when he keeps countering me with bizarre questions like this.

"I mean..." I grimace. "Technically you should wait a little―"

"I knew it!" he snaps.

"Tyler," I hold a hand up. "Calm the hell down. I’ll make you an appointment tomorrow, okay?"

"Promise?" he asks hopefully. "You’re sure this isn’t just you blowing smoke up my ass?"

An irk shifts through me. "You do know I don’t work for you. You’ve been a lot demanding lately. You need to watch the way you speak to me."

"Or what? You’ll kill me?"