His Mafia Prince

(MILES)

I wanted to sleep but it ended up eluding me. I try to force it but that’s extremely hard, considering the anxiety eating at me. Having Arlo in my arms doesn’t exactly help either. I feel the warmth of his lithe body every time he shifts and it makes me hard. It’s almost impossible to ignore him.

For the next few hours, I stay awake. I listen to Arlo’s soft breaths. I’m glad that he finally fell asleep. He was so wound up earlier and for a minute, I thought he wouldn’t sleep. To ignore the arousal, I play every possible scenario that might happen when Dalton comes back.

They will be all armed with guns, so it is important that we catch them totally unaware. The fishing poles are sure no match for bullets unless they never see it coming. I’m hoping and praying that my decoy plan works. Needing to trust Arlo to play his part is asking a lot of me. Sasha is one of the few people that I trust with my life. But soon enough, I’ll have to put that trust in an omega that wants me dead.

I’m not sure what time it is, but I get up and go to one of the farthest corners of the room to urinate in one of the empty water bottles. There’s no way in going to battle with my bladder full. By the time I come back, I find Arlo sitting up with his legs on the edge of the bed.

"I actually slept," he says, rubbing his eyes roughly.

"Yes," he says, lifting the dummies carefully off the ground."

He gets up. "I need to pee."

"Alright, then do it," I say, laying one of the dummies on the bed. I think sitting up in fear for our lives is something that Dalton might believe. He wants us to dread his return. He wants us to be scared. Lying down will seem suspicious to him. I glance at Arlo and find him still standing there astounded. "I thought you wanted to pee?"

"I do." He says, biting his lip. "it’s disgusting to pee where you sleep."

"It’s funny how that thought crossed your mind when it was just me down here."