His Mafia Prince
Chapter 63: Let’s Go Home

Chapter 63: Let’s Go Home

(SASHA)

"I...I thought maybe you..." he winces.

"I did what? Bribed Dr Nicholas to not let you get an abortion? For what Tyler? Are you out of your mind? I don’t give a shit about whatever it is you decide to do with that baby. You think I care?"

"There have just been so many delays," his voice is low.

"Which weren’t my fault. My hands are full right now dealing with my father’s death, Angelo and the Triple triad responsibilities, and you seriously think I have the time to scheme and make you have a baby you don’t want?" I move closer to him, for some sick reason enjoying how my anger makes him tremble. I can sense his fear, and it is making me hard as steel.

"No," he shrinks into the mirrored wall.

"Then quit acting like I’m out to get you. The sooner you get rid of that kid, the better. I’m sick of your hormonal bullshit."

"I...I’m sorry, okay?" his voice trembles. His eyes are full of resentment and guilt. He probably hates me for doing this to him. "I know I overreacted. I’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop."

"Yeah," I sigh. "I noticed."

He bares his teeth. "Shit, this is fucking hard, Sasha. I’ve never been under this much stress my whole life. I’m trying..."

"It’s hard for us both." I rasp.

"I know... but I’m not used to this stuff like you."

I study him keenly, almost feeling bad at how upset he looks. Part of me wants to comfort him and tell him that it will be okay but I can’t be like that. I can’t be soft with him all the time. Perhaps that’s what made him disrespectful today. He’ll run roughshod on me if I’m weak. "You can’t ever talk to me that way, Tyler," I growl. "You can’t ever disrespect me like that. I won’t stand it."

"Okay, I know. I’m sorry."

"If you know then why did you snap at me in there?"

"Because I’m in over my head, Sasha. I’ve barely known you a week." His voice begins to rise but I doubt he even notices it. "In fact, I don’t know you at all. Fuck. But I have your fucking bite on my neck despite that."

"That had to happen Tyler, you’re lucky I pushed it."

He lets out a strained laugh. "Lucky, Sasha? You think I’m lucky? No, I’m not. This feels like a curse."

"No, you aren’t cursed," I mumble.

"Are you sure about that?" His eyes flare wildly and his entire face is sweaty. "I think I am. I guess that’s why I had to marry the fucking devil."

"Watch it, Tyler."

"Or what? You’re going to kill me and bury me in that massive forest behind your house. Okay. Kill me, Sasha. Get it over and done with. You’ll be doing me a favour at this point. It would be a fucking relief if you killed me."

My rage is slowly morphing into concern. His face is so red, that he is losing it, and it actually worries me.

"Calm down, Tyler―"

"Calm down?" he grimaces. "How the fuck do I calm down? I’m losing my mind, Sasha. This... this baby? I don’t want it. And no matter how many times I try to get rid of it? It just can’t go." He glances down at his stomach and literary screams, "Why wouldn’t you just go the fuck away and let me live?"

It was just five seconds ago that I wanted to strangle him, but his erratic behaviour is now concerning. He’s on the verge of hyperventilating, struggling to breathe. He looks panicked as he glances at me.

I grit my teeth and tug him to my chest. He throws a few frail punches at first trying to push me away then goes limp. I sniff his hair, raking my fingers lightly tugging on it. I feel his short quick pants on my throat. "It’s alright, Tyler. You’ll be okay."

He doesn’t speak, instead, he shoves his face further into my chest.

"Deep breaths, Tyler. It’s okay." His entire body trembles in my hands and I tighten the hug, stroking his back and pressing light kisses on the side of his head. "I’ll handle everything, okay? Just relax, everything’s gonna be fine."

He grabs my jacket and for a moment, I feel relieved. He’s breathing better now, not ragged shallow breaths like before. He presses onto me like he wants to crawl and sink inside my skin. My heart aches so bad now that I feel his agony. I can’t remember the last time I felt like this.

I also know now that part of this hysteria is the shit he is dealing with that he won’t tell me. I can’t help him though, because I have no idea what is bothering him. I see no reason why he’d lose his mind like this just because the procedure was delayed by a few weeks.

What’s a few more weeks? What’s the urgency? Whatever it is that’s driving him has him terrified. He runs hot one minute and cold the next. One minute he’s happy, the next he’s raging angry and withdrawn into his shell again.

"I wish you could just trust me, Tyler," I say gruffly, almost sounding desperate. "I wish you could just tell me what’s wrong so I can help."

His muscles stiffen. "You only think you want to know."

I pull back and study his sweat-drenched face. His eyes are bloodshot and he looks miserable. "Tell me, Tyler. Whatever it is, I can fix it. I can fix anything. You just have to tell me what it is."

"You can’t fix what’s bothering me." He mumbles.

"Don’t you know who I am? Have you forgotten?" I’m pissed at the fact that he won’t let me help him. What’s even more confusing is I don’t know why it bothers me. I should be thrilled that he’s not dumping his baggage on me. If anything, I just brought him into my life to use him. He was just serving as a means to an end. Why does he feel like the final destination?"

I clear my throat. "You should trust me more."

His face flutters with something close to guilt.

I wonder if it is because he cannot trust me. Why can’t he just trust me? Doesn’t he want to? Or am I misreading him? Maybe. This could be a revulsion at the idea of trusting me. I wouldn’t blame him if he doesn’t though. We didn’t quite start on good terms.

"Or not," I say when he doesn’t respond. Knowing Tyler, I know he probably thinks I’m just trying to get into his pants when I mention that trust thing. I can’t force him to trust me. I want him to come to me with his problems because he wants to, not because he feels threatened to do it.

"I just want to go home, Sasha." He looks up at me. "Can we go home?"

I have to admit that his rejection does not at all feel great. But he is a wreck. He used all his remaining energy on that meltdown.

"Okay." I press a kiss on his forehead. "Let’s go home."

I hit the emergency button again and the elevator begins to move again.

I feel like punishing Tyler for the way he is acting. He rejected my trust when I offered it and he should pay for that. No one says no to me. I should make his life hell, but that thought doesn’t excite me as usual. I don’t get any joy at the idea of crushing Tyler. I should probably give up on pestering him to let me in on his little secret. I should have done it a long time ago. It is in the past, after all.

But before we left the house today, I instructed Miles to do a thorough background check on him. He’s such a guarded little slob that the only way I’ll ever get to know what he’s hiding from me is by snooping around. He leaves me no options. Of that, I’m more certain than ever. He made sure of that today.