Page 20 of Mafia Heir's Alpha
Andro held a gun on him while Cord had one pointed at me.
Rosco’s eyes were wide as he searched mine, as if looking for some indication that what I said wasn’t true.
Joey, Avery, and Rowan all glared at me from where they stood behind Andro.
"You come into my home, threaten myfamily—" Cord began.
"I didn’t, I wasn’t?—"
"Then what purpose do you have here?" Cord shouted in my face, and I shook with fear. He was inches from my face, and if he kept questioning me, I’d probably do something stupid like start crying.
It wasn’t supposed to be this way. If they’d just listen. “I–”
Cord gripped my chin, squeezing my jaw so I couldn’t continue.
Rosco moved to stand, but Andro struck him with the butt of his weapon. He tried to speak, but Cord shot him a glare. "You have no right to speak. You brought a threat into my home, presented him as your mate to me and my family. The only reason you’re not bleeding out on my carpet is because I've known you too long to execute you in such a way."
Rosco hung his head.
"It's not like that," I said. "Rosco, I?—"
He wouldn't look at me.
"I don't want revenge,” I continued. “I didn't know about the things my father did. Once I learned the truth, things changed. Rosco, I love you."
"Save it." Cord pushed me back into Trev’s arms. “Lock him up and send a crew to get Rosco.”
“Yes, boss.”
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ROSCO
I’d been in the dungeons before. At this house, and also Andro’s. We had a few jail-like cells at our casinos as well. Dungeon was a harsher name for what the cells really were. They resembled more of a holding cell like you’d find at a police station than an actual dungeon, but the result was the same.
I was locked up, in chains. Thinking about what I’d done.
I’d brought a threat into my boss’s home. Into my home.
Generations of loyalty from my family to the Menettis was ruined.
Even though Ori’s confession had taken me just as much by surprise as it had Cord and Andro, the result was the same. I’d fucked up.
I only hoped that Ori was being treated slightly better than I was.
I couldn’t complain too much about that. I’d seen Cord beat men nearly to death before holding them for several days, letting their bodies recover just enough that they could be beaten again. Yet, here I was, mostly untouched. All I had received was a disappointed look when Cord sent me away.
I would have rather taken the beating.
Cord and Andro would interrogate Ori the same as they would me.
My fate was a mystery. Would they kill me? Probably. My history with them was solid, my loyalty never a question, but the mistake I made was a deadly one. I didn’t know what Ori’s end goal was, but we would both suffer the consequences of it.
I was currently strapped to a metal chair with my hands cuffed behind my back, a chain connecting them to my neck and feet so my movement waslimited. My muscles ached, and I lost track of how long I’d been here. Hours probably, not days.
How long would they keep me like this? Did I want them to come see me or not? I didn’t know. I wasn’t ready to pay the full consequences for my actions.
The creak of the basement door and the shuffling of feet told me my fate was arriving now, whether I was ready or not.
