His Mafia Prince

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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?"