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Chapitre 6: I'll Do It

(SASHA)

"I told you that the last time we talked about this." My father says, biting his jaw. 

"I didn't think it was this serious," I say, looking for a trace of a joke in his face only to find none. 

"Well, it is." He responds in a firm cold tone. "You have a few weeks to find a mate. If you don't, I'm afraid Angelo is gonna have to take your place."

"Angelo?" I hiss. "Why the hell would Angelo be the next in line?" 

"Because your brother Jericho is way younger than you. If the men are worked up about someone as young as you taking over from me, imagine how much more they would be disappointed if they will be with Jericho stepping in." He clears his throat. "He's also single, that wouldn't help much. Angelo is older and married. The men may not like him but they will consider him stable." 

Stable. 

"Stable?" I retort, not realizing how my voice rises. "How is Angelo stable? He's a fucking moron and we both know that. How is that stable?"

My father stares at me for a beat then rubs his eyes. "Sasha, you keep acting like I want a part in this when the only thing I want here is for you to take over from me. That has been the plan all along, and nothing about it changed. Now you have to understand that this is what they require you to do. If you want to keep the job, then you'll have to get married before I die. There is no other way." He clears his throat and looks paler than he did when I first entered here. 

I know certainly that I'm causing him extra strain, and for that, I feel a pang of guilt. But how am I supposed to help the situation? Of course, I don't want to get married. I haven't thought of it in what feels like forever. The very idea makes my skin crawl. What am I supposed to do with an omega who'll hang around me all the time? Especially one that I'm supposed to interact with as my husband?

"I've done all I can, son. Now it's your turn to do the rest. The best I can do for you now is to try to hang on for a bit longer. I don't know how long, but my state doesn't look promising." I can see his hands tremble and it then hits me that he's weaker than he lets on. "You have three weeks. Three weeks." He repeats as if I didn't hear him the first time. 

The mention of that makes fear course through me. My father is the strongest man I know. He has always been. His presence always protected me, shielded me from the realities of our world. Much as I've been trained to be the next don, he's never left my side even for a day. The men did what I ordered them to do because my father backed me, well, for the most part. 

The men know that disrespecting me will bring down the fires of hell on them. But with father gone, there will be nobody else to keep them in line except me. The fear he instills in them won't be here to shield me anymore. The men must learn to fear and respect me, or else, I'll fail miserably at my job and probably get killed in my sleep. My father has worked so hard, for so long that it would disgrace him if I threw all his efforts away just because I can't bear having an omega around me. 

As the family rule dictates, the firstborns inherit the job. I'm sure nobody asked him if he wanted to, and I'm certainly sure no one will ask me. I have to inherit it from him, just like he did from his father and many generations back. But when I come to think of what he's saying, it means that there won't be peace if he dies before I find an omega and get married. 

There will be chaos, bloodshed. That's obvious even. I don't want a simple act of selfishness to cost everything that my father has worked for to make the Triple Triad syndicate what it is now. In my years of experience, I know there's nothing as dangerous as an organization that has no leader. I have seen it happen before. I have heard of it from the more experienced men. It's heedless and many good people died while at it.

I sure don't want that for me, for us. If I fail at my job, it would put my whole family's lives in danger. The fate of the Triple Triad Syndicates lies in my hand. It is already a crushing responsibility as it is, not to mention that I don't even have a remote desire to take a mate.

I don't want to go down as the coward who couldn't see his term through. One who was raised and given the training needed and only ended up sabotaging it because I want to put my own needs first

"So, what will it be?" My father's voice startles me from my thoughts. I look at him, and much as he doesn't show it, I can see the anxiety emanate off of him like a fever. He needs me now, and I can't disobey him or turn my back on his request. 

"Alright, father. I'll do it."

When I mention that, I see his shoulders slump with relief. Much as it has put me in a tough position, I appreciate that it has relieved him of some stress since there's not much that I can do to help the situation. If this is what he wants―they want, I'll do it. 

In truth, I know for sure that it'll be a miracle if he survives the next few weeks. The thought causes grief to clutch at me, but I stifle its head, not daring to show any emotions. I know that's how he wants me to be, and if I'm going to rule the syndicate, I sure know that's the way to go.

No weakness or sympathy. 

He wants me to be the strong man he bred me to be, and do what I was raised to do.

And that exactly is what I'm going to do. 

Because I'm Sasha freaking Adonis and I'm not going to let Angelo, or anyone steal my inheritance from me. 

 


Chapitre 7: They’re Definitely Following Me

(TYLER)

I'm still wallowing when something tells me to look up, and when I do, I meet the gaze of the burly guy at the corner and immediately look away. I feel a sudden chill run through me. He looks scary, for starters, his eyes are dark and broody. His arms look like they're straining the material of the suit he has on, and his hair is cut short. Also, his nose looks like it has been broken a few generous times. 

There's just something about the way he looks at me that makes me sure that he is with the Triple Triad syndicates. They don't have to outright say it, but the way they carry out themselves clues you in.

My focus shifts back to my cup of coffee. Being on this guy's radar is the last thing I want right now. I don't get why he's gawking at me, that alone makes me break a sweat. I'm just a low-life omega. Sure, he doesn't look like he is in a high position in the mafia. He must be the muscle. But even then, the fact that he's with the Triple Triads means he's still above me. 

Reign walks over to me again, holding the coffee pot. "Need a top up?" she asks, beaming a smile at me."

"No, thanks Reign." I shake my head. "I should be on my way. Thanks for letting me sit for a while." 

Her gaze drops to my stomach, and I can see her face twitch. Much as I hate to admit it, I know she pities me. That could be the reason she lets me sit for long without hassling me. 

I get to my feet, getting ready to leave. But I still feel the burly man's stare at the back of my skull. Knowing that he is watching me makes me uncomfortable, but there isn't much I can do about it. I leave the bill on the table and take my leave, and I hear the little bells jingle behind me as I exit the diner. I can't fight the unease that courses through me when after just a few steps I hear the bells jingle again. 

Did he just follow me outside?

It can't be. I don't dare to turn my back to confirm. 

But the scrape of the shoes on the sidewalk piques my curiosity. I'm summoning all my willpower to not turn back to look however much it freaks me out. Whoever it is, they seem to be heading in the same direction as me. 

After all, people leave diners. It doesn't necessarily mean something terrible is about to happen. If it's the burly guy behind me, that means he just has someplace to be. It doesn't mean he is following me. He can't be following a nobody like me. He sure has no business with me, right?

I pick my pace as I hurry down the sidewalk, and I notice a black SUV with tinted windows parked down the street. The streetlights illuminate its tinted windows, but I still can't see a thing. However, I have this gut feeling that someone is watching me from the inside as I pass. 

When I finally decide to glance over my shoulder, I notice the burly suit guy after me. Dread slithers through me as I pick my pace again, and I'm relieved when he peels off to the SUV. I feel a tinge of relief, and I hurry down the street. I'm trembling like a leaf. Sure, I have no reason to think the weird-looking guy is after me, but I can't fight my gut feeling. 

I have to admit though that I am paranoid. I fear what Jake might do when he finds out he didn't finish the job. Part of me always suspected that he either had links with the mob or worked for them, given his endless heroin supply and how he dressed. What even fuels my suspicion was how easily he tried to kill me. To him, my life was useless, and on the possibility that I could be pregnant, it was expendable.

The strange guy wasn't after me, right? I mean, he already went towards that SUV, thank heavens. I don't want any more problems on top of the ones I already have. The last thing I want is to be followed by the mob. I suspect that Jake isn't looking for me. He thinks that he handled the problem and I died at the motel. I was only lucky that housekeeping found me before the situation turned dire, but would Jake know that? I doubt he would.

I doubt he even gave me another thought after he kicked my hand off and left me convulsing in there. 

I try to shake off the gloomy thoughts before they take me to a point of no return. I cross my arms over my chest as the cold bites into my skin as I hurry down to the homeless shelter. It's the best I can do because I didn't carry my jacket. I used to love this weather, but that was back when I had a place to call home.

Sure, my parents were addicts, but even then, I could say they were a bit functional. But that only lasted until they couldn't afford our house rent, and when we were finally thrown out, I went to fend for myself. 

We eventually lost contact when they became full-on druggies, and I didn't regret that bit. They took pleasure in telling me that I'd been their mistake, and I didn't see much loss when I finally cut ties with them. I have no idea where they are, and I don't care.

I'm close to the shelter when I hear the slow rumbling of an engine behind me, then I notice I'm being followed. Dread lodges at the back of my throat and I feel my skin grow gooseflesh. I don't dare look back because I don't want to come to terms with this, and I'm afraid of what I might see. What's with this night?

But my fear overrides my warning bells, and I turn back and take a glance.

Shit! It's the black SUV!


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