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Kapitel 15: Choices and Consequences

(TYLER)

Sasha's growling voice gives me a tinge of unease. He is one touchy sensitive person that takes offense even in the littlest of things, which explains why he is mad I didn't call him exactly at midnight. Or perhaps he just hates being told the truth for what it is. But with how things are taking route, we are going to have to be honest, one way or the other. "I'm not lecturing you. All I'm trying to do is level with you so that you see we both need this."

"You need to do whatever I tell you when I tell you. I expect you to follow my instructions to the letter." He says harshly. But who knows, maybe this is just another front to intimidate me. They work though, well, for the most part.

"Okay." I make sure to sound calm even though I hate how entitled he feels that he even gets the idea that he can begin to order me around. I only just accepted his proposal!

"Okay? That's it? No smart-ass reply?" he quirks a brow.

I am silent for a few stretched seconds. I'm burning with rage, and after what he did today, he sure can't expect me to have good answers for him. I'm sure he knows I'm summoning all my willpower to stay calm right now. "I didn't know you were this literal. But now I know. When you say no later than midnight, you mean no later than midnight."

There's another uncomfortable silence for a bit. "So, why did you change your mind?" he finally asks.

I'm not sure if that is a question he wants me to answer. He knows damn well what he did, and that I have no place to go. He made sure to sabotage all my options. Maybe he just wants me to admit it out loud. But I will not give him the satisfaction. So, I lie. "The idea of regular meals and a warm bed sounded good."

He laughs, and that makes me grow gooseflesh. What's there laugh about? "You're sure it has nothing to do with the cops raiding the shelter?"

I grit my teeth as anger surges through me, but I push it down. He already did enough to humiliate me back at the camp, and as if that wasn't enough, he still wants to humiliate me here right in his face. "That was a nice way to say hello." I smile tightly.

"You sound more insolent rather than grateful." He says flatly. "I gave you a fair warning out of the kindness of my heart."

Fair warning? This man is unbelievable. This time I have to slap my palm over my mouth just in case I blurt out something insensitive or cuss at him. Once I'm sure that I'm more I'm control, I nod curtly. "Yeah, and I received the message."

"I know my guys didn't make you popular nice they left, or did they?" he says amusedly, which I find odd. Why does he take pleasure in taunting me?"

"Sadly no." I sigh. "Why did you have to go after people who have no idea what your deal is with me?"

"Easy. I needed you to fall in line. You decided to prove stubborn and I knew threatening you wasn't enough, which is why I went after them. That's what I knew it would take to get you to cooperate. Threaten the people around you."

I feel irritated at the mention of that. Was he stalking me? How does he know that about me? It's all hard to comprehend because Sasha seems to not run out of these bizarre acts. I brush it off. "You already did, so here I am. What now?"

"Do you mean if I accept your fawning apology?"

"I'm not fawning. And I don't remember apologizing." I'm trying so hard to be conciliatory with him but he is making it difficult because he keeps mentioning insensitive things. "I'm only agreeing to this because I see the need to and we'll both benefit from it. So can you tell me what happens next?"

He hesitates and then clears his throat. "I'm sending Miles to come pick you up."

"Now?" I yelp, "Why so fast?"

Of course, I understand that it was a matter of urgency. Not that I have better options or a place to lay tonight, but that was fast. For starters, things would be awkward if I met him right away. I don't fancy him seeing me this desperate. Maybe I'd groom a little better and do something to hide my burst lip and the bruises all over my body. Sure, I'd still look desperate, but not like I do now.

"Unless you prefer to spend the night in that stinky bathroom, I'm giving you an option."

"How the hell do you know where I am?" The fact that he seems to know everything doesn't sit tight with me. It makes me even more uneasy. I kept glancing around when I was on my way here, just to make sure I wasn't followed, yet somehow, he still tracked me.

"I know where you are and what you do at all times, Tyler. The sooner you accept that the sooner you'll stop fighting me. And we can focus on how to work out this arrangement. From today onwards we are going to do things my way."

From today onwards. That's too much entitlement even for him. "Haven't we been doing them your way since?"

"Miles will be there in 30 minutes." He answers, ignoring what I asked him.

Even though he is now relented, I'd be lying if I said it gave me relief. But I'm well aware that the alternative is worse. I have no idea what my life will be like from this point on, and in all honesty, it makes me nervous. I just said yes to living in a viper's den, but then I glance around at my filthy, stinky surroundings, the smell of sewer gas and bleach wafting up my nose and decide that I have made the right choice after all.


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Kapitel 16: And...He's Home!

(SASHA)

I feel a rush of excitement stir through me when I hang up. I could've sworn Tyler was going to reject my proposal. I knew he was going to turn me down, hell I could've bet money on it. What I don't understand however is why I'm reacting like this towards him. The thought of seeing him again excites me.

It stirs a feeling inside of me. It makes me feel things I haven't felt in a long time.

Miles who is standing a few yards away from me looks surprised. "He said yes?"

"He did," I say, hating how breathless I sound.

His brows knit together as if he doesn't believe me. "I didn't think he'd agree to your offer."

"Neither did I, Miles," I murmur.

"He's unpredictable." He says. "I hope that won't be a bad thing."

"I hope so too."

He regards me for a few suspended seconds. "Are you glad he accepted the offer?"

"He had to either way," I say, avoiding the question. "Father is growing weaker each day."

"Yes, but are you happy he accepted the offer?"

I gaze at him. He surely can't expect me to admit out loud that I finally got Tyler to accept me and I'm thrilled about it. "What does it matter what I feel now? Isn't this what we wanted?"

"I suppose it doesn't." he laughs gruffly. "I better go get him before he has a change of mind."

"Sure. That's a good idea" I wouldn't be surprised if he changes his mind anyway. Not that I'd let him get away if he did. After the hell I sent his way, I expect nothing. That wasn't the best of ways to get him to accept my offer, but since he wasn't going with my request, I had to take the higher road.

As Miles leaves the house, I go to the wet bar at the end of the room. I could use a drink right now. I head for the crystal decanter and pour myself a generous whiskey serving then I swirl my glass, holding it up in the air.

"That little slob agreed," I mumble to myself. It has been long since I've been interested in an omega. When my body overwhelms me, I use them to burst a nut. Omegas like Dylan.

Yet I don't remember the last time an omega actually made me feel anything. But Tyler challenges me. He is not a pushover, and of course, he is scared of me. He is scared of what I might do to him if he doesn't fulfil my wishes, but even then, he pushes back. I'm not sure why it doesn't work me up like it usually would.

The way we exchange sometimes arouses me. I like how he fights me. It piques my inner wolf and when that happens, I'm left with no choice but to chase him. That sorry not sorry tone he used on me when I hung up and he called back made my blood rush. I want to conquer him, own him. I want to put him in his place.

I certainly noticed too that Miles was uneasy with how easily I let Tyler get under my skin. He is used to me crushing anyone who doesn't easily bend to my will. He's known me long enough to know I don't roll like that. I suspect Miles disapproves of how much leeway I've given Tyler. He would never tell me though.

He is loyal and often does my bidding without caring much whether or not it's right. I wouldn't blame him, however, because I know he sees things from an angle of protecting me, and that sure poses Tyler as a threat to me. If Tyler manages to control me somehow, he could be a threat to the Triple Triads.

He could hurt me.

For the first time in forever, I'm in unfamiliar territory. I've never had to have an omega around me before. If I'm being honest, I don't even know what our marriage will look like.

I'm attracted to Tyler. There's no need to pretend I'm not. I know that he's physically aware of me too. Much as he hates me, it isn't much of a threat because I'd dealt with omegas who didn't like me severally. It isn't much of a deal breaker if he won't be into getting physical with me. I know however that having sex with Tyler will cause much more problems than it's worth.

And I catch myself obsessing over sex with Tyler, again. Why am I obsessing over having sex with Tyler?

That wasn't the reason I went looking for him in the first place. My sole reason for going after Tyler was to find an omega fit to play the part of my husband, just so I could secure my position as head of the Triple Triad Syndicates. It has absolutely nothing to do with wooing him.

For now, I'm relieved I've accomplished the first part of what my father wants me to do. What remains now is to plan a little wedding to make everything seem real and finally official. It has to be fast. The sooner, the better.

It doesn't take long for Miles to return with Tyler. Perhaps it's just because I'm unusually nervous. When he steps into the living room with Tyler behind him, my pulse quickens as our eyes meet. But even then, I make sure to school my face, because the last thing I would do is to show them both that Tyler makes me feel some type of way.

I don't shift in my seat. I prefer him coming to me, which is exactly what he does. I love how he walks gracefully towards me. He's so beautiful. Yet, he looks wary. Scanning him closely, I notice the burst lip and bruises on his cheeks, and it makes anger rise through me. I gave clear instructions to those meathead cops to not touch his face or stomach, but did they listen?

He's a few steps away from me. I gesture him over. "Sit."


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