His Mafia Prince

(SASHA)

A muscle works in his jaw and I can tell some part of him wants to play defiant, but he obeys. He sinks into the closet chair and crosses his arms over his chest looking exhausted. I can see the lines beneath his brown siren eyes. He is nervous, but that doesn't stop him from meeting my gaze. I see the familiar resentment in his eyes, and that surly look of his gives me butterflies.

"Do you have any concerns about the wedding?" I ask, not sure why I did because this is a sham wedding. We are not about to start doing coupley things like picking out flowers or the flavour of the wedding cake together. This is a business deal. Even then, I wait for his answer, curious to know what he will say.

"I don't have a guest list if that's what you want to know." He says, regarding me without averting his gaze.

"No? Don't you want to invite anyone?"

"No," he snickers. "And even if I was, I wouldn't introduce them to you."

"So, no family?"

"No." he gazes at me harshly before looking away.

I mean to ask him no family, not even his baby's father. But on second thought, I choose not to. I'm curious to know what the deal is with him though. Since Tyler expressed an interest in terminating the pregnancy and is not openly telling me about it, I suspect it has something ill to do with the alpha.

I'm fine with him terminating it. The fact that he's pregnant had played its role and made Tyler more vulnerable, easy to manipulate even. Now that he is here and I've finally got what I wanted, I don't care what he chooses to do with the pregnancy.

I clear my throat and talk softly. "The wedding is set to happen this week."