His Mafia Prince
Chapter 60: You Don’t Really Want To

Chapter 60: You Don’t Really Want To

(TYLER)

"What’s wrong with you, Tyler? Do you have to fight so hard to enjoy even the littlest of privileges?" he moves away from me and shoves his hands into his pockets. "Would the world be a better place if you waited longer in the waiting room?"

"I’m not trying to make the world a better place. It is all about being considerate."

"Give it a rest." He snorts.

"I honestly want to know why you think you are better than others. I’m genuinely interested."

"I’m Sasha fucking Adonis. That’s why. Even if it’s just the luck of the draw, then I won the draw. I get to reap the benefits. There’s no honour in crawling in the mud, Tyler. I’d prefer it if you weren’t so willing to be taken advantage of. It’d be better if you accepted your place as my omega instead of judging my personality."

"I’m not judging you," I say quietly.

"Yes, you are."

I feel a little embarrassed. "I just thought it wouldn’t be bad if you considered others occasionally. It wouldn’t kill you."

"Actually, it could. If I were to become the soft fuzzy version of me that you prefer, I could easily be targeted. You know nothing of my world. Those opinions of yours, you should keep them to yourself."

"Whatever, hide from the truth all you want then."

He narrows his gaze. "Really, Tyler? You want to talk about the truth? Because you’d never hide from it, now, would you?"

"What’s your point?"

He strides and stops in front of me. "Then tell me this, how do you know Angelo? Don’t even think of lying to me and saying you just met him because I know that isn’t true."

"Wha...what?" my eyes go wide with shock at the question.

"I’m not as stupid as you think, Tyler. I know you two knew each other before the funeral."

"I...I..." dread jolts through me. "I don’t know what you are talking about."

"You’re a horrible liar, Tyler." He smiles coldly.

"I haven’t had as much practice as you"

"You and I both know that isn’t true. I suspect you’re hiding tons of things from me. You’ve been hiding things from me since we met. What I don’t know is why. Why wouldn’t you tell me who the father of your baby is? Why are you so afraid?"

"I’m not afraid of anything. It’s not your business."

"Okay, then tell me his name."

"No."

He holds my chin and stares hard into my eyes. "Tyler, tell me the name of your baby’s father now. I won’t do anything. I promise I just want to know who he is."

Yeah, right.

I purse and shake my head lightly.

"Stubborn little prick," he lets go of my chin.

I’m relieved when he gets his hands off me. Ignoring him when he focuses his aggressive energy on me is hard. I just wish the doctor could come soon so that we can hurry up and get this over with. Anxiety is killing me inside. I hug my belly, trying to relax.

Sasha looks at me condescendingly and huffs.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Why did you do that?" I sigh.

He leans on a table and regards me closely. "You won’t like what I have to say."

"When did that ever make you shut up?"

"Careful, Tyler." He narrows his eyes.

I hug my stomach again. Deep down, I wish his stare didn’t make me this nervous. "Why did you huff at me? Just tell me."

"You will not like what I have to say, trust me."

"Go on, tell me."

"Fine," he shrugs. "I don’t think you really want to get rid of that baby."

"Your thought process is wrong, Sasha. I told you once and I’ll tell you again that I want nothing to do with this baby."

"I don’t think I’m wrong though."

"Trust me, you are. I...I can promise you that. I can’t have this child."

"I’ve noticed you always say ’Can’t’. Why is that?"

"Well, first of all, I can’t take care of it."

He looks sceptical. "But you have all of my resources at your disposal now. Why should that be a problem now?"

"Circumstances change." I keep my head down to avoid his gaze. He is more determined than ever to find out whatever secrets I’m hiding from him. He might start digging and I hope he doesn’t decide to go that way.

"You better not be hinting at your old life, Tyler. We already talked about that. It isn’t happening."

For a moment, I am silent. I don’t know what or what to not say because I might end up giving everything away.

"You either really hate the father of that child, or you are in love with him." he narrows his eyes. "Maybe his rejection hurt you so bad that you can’t have a kid running around to remind you of him."

"No," I wince "I don’t love the alpha. I never did." Guilt gnaws at me.

A naughty smile tugs at the corner of his lips. "I still don’t think you want to get rid of the baby though."

"No, I don’t."

"I don’t think so."’

"And how did you conclude that?"

"I’ve observed you for a while now. Whenever you’re stressed, you hold out your arms in front of your belly or hug it whenever you are stressed. You’re hugging the baby maybe because it comforts you in a way."

I swallow thickly as I pull my arms away from my stomach. "I’m...I’m only doing that to hide my stomach so that nobody notices that I’m pregnant. I’m just trying to hide the pregnancy.

He looks at me keenly. For some reason, his gaze makes me so guilty. But I have to play brave so that he can buy whatever I’m trying to convince him of. I must not look guilty while at it. He must not have even the subtlest of hints that I might be conflicted about this. It is already hard enough to convince him because he keeps changing his mind. I’ve come so far along to thrash my efforts now.

"I don’t believe you." He crosses his arm over his chest. "I think you are connected to that little baby growing inside of you."

Heat rushes to my face because I know that he isn’t completely wrong. It’s true that I don’t want to have some kind of connection between me and this baby, but sometimes I have dreams about us playing at a park, or just having a good time. It’s hard to not wonder whether it is a girl or a boy. If I were to deliver it, will it grow up to be kind and compassionate or will turn out to be as evil as its father?

"I get that all this must be very confusing for you," he scowls. "You know... carrying a child whose father you hate dearly."

Again, another different side of him. A compassionate one. I am tongue-tied.

He comes closer to me and then suddenly slips a hand inside my gown. The feel of his warm hand makes me stiffen and buzz with excitement at the same time. "Wha...what are you doing?"