His Mafia Prince

(SASHA)

I’m riding high, feeling proud of myself after thwarting Angelo’s attempt to dethrone and embarrass me in front of the other syndicates. I spend the better part of the day with people walking up to me to reassure me of their undying loyalty. I made sure to take note of everyone who followed Angelo when he left, just to take note of them as my enemies. It’s safer to bet them as my enemies since they are sympathetic to him.

I’ll have to deal with them later for being disloyal. I can’t and won’t stand traitors.

It is however much harder to punish Angelo. Sure, he tried to take my position as head of the Triple Triad syndicates but still, he is my brother. Much as I would love to murder him and get him out of the way, I know certainly that father wouldn’t have wanted that. I want nothing more than to destroy him so that he’s no longer a nuisance, but I chose to let him stew, for now.

Some guests left earlier, but most of them stayed late into the night. At around midnight, Tyler disappears upstairs. After the show with Angelo, he didn’t talk much. He went and stayed beside Mother. He seemed to wilt more as time went by.

I want to go and be with him so much. I still feel his taste linger on my tongue. But then I can’t leave the guests like he can. I don’t have that liberty. As expected, I have to be here, present with them the entire time. I’ve officially taken up the role of a mafia boss, which means I waved comfort goodbye.

By the time I head up to our room, it’s already 4:00 am. Tyler is curled up on the bed, but I can tell by the way he is breathing that he is not asleep. I get out of my clothes and change into a T-shirt and boxers then brush my teeth. I join him in bed, but he doesn’t come closer to me which irks me for some reason.

This little sucker should be friendlier. I claimed him.

"I know you aren’t sleeping," I say, watching his curled figure.

"I am. So what?"

I notice the attitude but I choose to let it slide. "Today was a good day, Tyler. We dodged a bullet."