His Mafia Prince

"What the hell?" I mutter to myself.

It’s strange enough that even Sasha has to sneak around his own apartment. This man is full of surprises. I watch for a while longer wondering if he will come back, but then I give up before he comes back. I’m exhausted and my lids are heavy, and I don’t have the time to play detective, so I choose to sleep instead of spying on him.

I crawl into the centre of the bed and curl myself into a ball. This bed is far bigger than I need and it’s strange being alone in it. Much as I don’t fancy staying here, I have to admit the soft mattress feels like heaven. I bury my head into the pillow, the sweet scent of the lavender detergent wafting up my nose as grogginess finally begins to set in.

This room is strangely quiet. And it isn’t just this room alone. The entire house is quiet unlike back at the camp. I’m used to the noises of the traffic and people all around me. This room feels the exact opposite. I feel like I’m cut off the world but in a good way. Oddly, I feel safe in here, considering that I am at the mercy of a cutthroat criminal.

Sasha’s face comes to my mind. His eyes can hold such cruelty at times. Sometimes he looks at me as though I’m garbage. He makes me feel lonely like I don’t deserve a place in this world. But woven then, I know he is sexually aware of me. I know that because his eyes darken with lust whenever they linger over me long enough.

It isn’t unusual for an alpha to be sexually aware of an omega. What’s unusual however is why an alpha of his stature would be attracted to a lowly poverty-stricken omega like me. I’m sure he can land any omega of his choice. But he chose me and even went ahead to threaten me if I dared try to leave. I know I’m attractive, and that’s why most alphas notice me. Why me? Did he pick me because I was hesitant or what?

My lids droop and I push away the thoughts of Sasha. It’s already unnerving enough to have him around me all night, I don’t want to see him in my dreams too. I’ll have all the time to see him in person when the day breaks.

I have a good night’s rest. The sleep was so deep that I was not aware if it was because of the quiet or it was because of the comfy bed. I didn’t expect that much comfort considering the situation I was caught up in, but I still managed to sleep well. I wake up feeling more refreshed, but I have a long day ahead of me, and I’m curious and nervous about it.

I don’t want to start the day with the filthy clothes I had on yesterday. I rifle through the closets and drawers and finally pick out a pair of jeans that seem to mostly fit. They look a tad bit baggy, so I check again and find a belt that’ll hold them up just fine. I pick out another baggy T-shirt and put it on. Sure, it is baggy on my lithe frame, but it is better than the clothes I had on when I came.