His Mafia Prince

(TYLER)

Angelo’s eyes flutter. "Of course not," he says uneasily. "Let’s keep it as you said. It’s better if they don’t find out about the things they don’t need to know. What you should know is I’m still more qualified than Sasha. The position belongs to me and I will still take it as head of the Triple Triads."

I scoff. "I’d give up if I were you. It’s done, Angelo. Sasha has already won."

His jaw hardens. "Not for long Tyler. Wait and see. I’ll give you one last chance to change your mind. I mean...I would love to fuck you some time. You were always fun. We could work out something nice if you just stopped being so adamant."

I shake my head. "No, thank you." He must be really dumb to think we aren’t aware of his plans to embarrass Sasha before other syndicates. Even so, his remarks still make my skin crawl. Of all the alphas I’ve ever met, he is the vilest. He makes Sasha look subtle. "I’ll stick with my husband."

His eyes narrow. "Don’t be dumb, Tyler. Don’t you see I’m offering you protection? It can’t be official though because I’m already married. You should be smart and make a wise choice now because things will soon get ugly, and Sasha won’t stick by you any longer."

"Make an effort to please me, Tyler. Treat me right and I promise I’ll make sure that I take care of you. You can be my little side piece. You’ll never even run out of drugs. I’ll get them for you whenever you want."

People turn to us and it I then that I notice his voice has gone a notch too high. They glance at us and their conversations falter. I feel their gaze piercing as they strain to overhear our conversation.

"Fuck off with your drugs," I hiss. "I don’t want them. And I will never, ever let you touch me again. Wake up from that dream of yours of ever touching me again."

I’m startled when a hand slides over my back and grabs my waist. It’s Sasha.

"There you are, Tyler."