His Mafia Prince

(TYLER)

I hold two pairs of cufflinks, a diamond and a gold one as I glance nervously at the side of the bed where Sasha is sleeping. I slip them into the pocket of my jacket that hangs in the closet. Sasha has so many cufflinks, that I doubt he will even notice that some are missing. I feel guilty for stealing from him, but I’m desperate. I have no choice.

I’m running out of time.

I don’t see how Angelo will wait three weeks to tell Sasha about us. I have to get this baby out. I cannot go back to the streets pregnant. I can’t survive out in the streets with this pregnancy. I’ve tried to do things Sasha’s way, but I can’t terminate the pregnancy with my anaemia acting up. It’s even worse that Sasha knows my condition because he will never let me go through with the procedure in my state. I don’t have that time or luxury.

I don’t have money to pay for the procedure and since I can’t ask Sasha for it, the cufflinks will pay for it. I know of someone who will perform the procedure without giving a shit about my condition. He isn’t even a real doctor. He is just some quack who knows how to work his way around such cases.

His name is Mortus, which is a terrifying name but at this point, I honestly don’t care. I need help. Getting this baby out of my tummy is my top priority. At least then if Sasha kicks me out, I won’t have a baby in my hands who’ll drag me. I can go back and live the rest of my pathetic life peacefully if Sasha won’t have killed me by then. I have to be ready for what will happen when Angelo finally lets Sasha in on our little secret.

Compared to Sasha, Angelo is weaker. Which means he cannot destroy him. But he can destroy me. He can use me to destroy Sasha. I doubt he’ll let me be happy now that he thinks I ruined everything for him. Indeed, Angelo doesn’t know about my pregnancy, but Sasha does. That means if Angelo tells Sasha about our relationship, he will piece up the information immediately.

He isn’t the fool I’m playing him for.

Even if I manage to get rid of the baby, I know things still won’t be easy for me. Sasha will probably think I’m Angelo’s spy. Perhaps he will think that Angelo sent me to keep tabs on him and I’ve been fooling him all along. Every fragile bond we’ve built will shatter. He will feel betrayed and I can’t even begin to fathom what he will do to me when that happens.

I don’t see any possibility of him forgiving me. He might not even consider tossing me back in the streets. I might end up somewhere in a dungeon. Even if I’m back on the streets, I’m sure Angelo will be on the lookout for me. I won’t have Sasha’s protection anymore when he decides to come after me.

Once I’ve locked my treasure away safely, I return to the bed and slide under the sheets, careful enough to not startle Sasha. I turn and face him, studying his features. He looks so soft and peaceful in his sleep. Those gorgeous eyes of his aren’t here to distract me from studying the rest of his face. His lips are full and pout and I’m thirsty just looking at them. I feel strangely drawn to him and I inch closer.