Page 16 of The Mafia's Omega Queen

Shit. I could fucking kiss him. It’s perfect.

“Make it happen.” I pull out my phone, typing out a message to my brothers to meet me in the office. “Please.”

“Of course, sir.”

We both make our way down the stairs, and once we hit the bottom, I peel off toward the office while Andre hustles to the kitchen. My hands shake as I sit down at my desk, my nerves getting the better of me. I’m just talking to my brothers, why the hell am I so damn nervous? Oh, yeah, right. I’m about to ask them for the opportunity to make things up to Haylee. I want to do this right, and it starts with talking to them. Just like she mentioned.

Two minutes later, my brothers stride into the room, scowls on their faces aimed at me all because I summoned them. Maybe I should have asked instead of demanding, but it’s too late to rethink my approach. But it doesn’t negate the fact that I totally deserve it. And it doesn’t hurt any less to see it. This is a precarious situation, so I need to set my pride aside and try to kill these old habits. With everything we’ve been through over the years, things have never escalated this far. And seeing those looks on their faces tells me one thing. I royally fucked up my family.

“You rang, master,” Hunter mutters snidely, his lip lifted in a snarl as he twirls his knife in his hand.

“Please have a seat, I would like to talk to you three.”

Hunter snorts but makes no move to sit down. He leans against the closed door, eyeing me with disdain as the light glints off the metal, flipping through his fingers. Gavin glances at Arden, who gives him a small nod, and they both take the seats directly in front of my desk. That one small look and nod is like a stab to the heart. My brothers are deferring to Arden now, not me. But what the hell did I expect after they told me they were done with the family.

I’m a fucking idiot.

And I am one hundred percent positive that not one of them would correct that assumption.

“First off, I want to apologize to you guys.” Hunter scoffs, but I continue without acknowledging him. “Gavin, when you first showed up with Haylee, I was pissed. Yeah, I’ll admit it. But not because I hate or despise her. There were plans in place already, and her showing up threw a wrench in those plans.”

“Fucking Bianca,” Hunter growls through gritted teeth.

“That was my fuck up. I didn’t care about her, but she was a means to an end. But since Haylee has been in this house, I haven’t touched Bianca.” They open their mouths, but I raise my hands, stopping their rebuttals. “I’m serious. I couldn’t stomach even the thought of kissing, let alone anything more intimate with her. And I think that’s what caused all of the issues. I should have dismissed her the moment I set eyes on Haylee. But I didn’t. And I will take that blame to my grave.”

Arden tosses me a small smile and an encouraging nod, obviously thinking about the conversation we had last week.

“It’s great and all that you see the error of your ways, Vinny, but what exactly does that have to do with us?” Gavin murmurs, distrust lacing his tone.

Shit. Why is this so hard to say?

My Adam’s apple bobs as I glance between my brothers. Can I do this? Can I ask? Do I even deserve a chance?

If I were in their shoes, hell no, I wouldn’t. I can only hope they're better than I am. Wait. I know they are. They never would have allowed the past events to happen.

My knee bounces up and down, belaying my nerves. Thank fuck for my desk hiding it.

“I…” I dig my fingers through my hair, tugging it at the root. “I want to ask you guys for the chance to tell Haylee that I’m also her fated mate. I would like your blessing to fix things with her, and maybe, possibly, have a relationship with her.” My breath whooshes out as my heart hammers in my chest.

It’s in their hands now, and if they say no, I’ll accept it. It will hurt more than anything in this world has, but I’ll accept it. Part of me even thinks I deserve Bianca’s fate for what I’ve done.

Air whizzes past my head, a dull thunk echoing in my ear. The knife previously in Hunter’s hand is gone, and I know without even looking it’s next to my face. Yep, deserve that too.

“Why are you even asking? You’ve never asked before, you’ve just done whatever the fuck you’ve wanted to,” Hunter grunts, Gavin and Arden nodding their heads in agreement.

Resting my elbows on my desk, I give Hunter my full attention. “Because you three have an established relationship already with Haylee, and it would be wrong for me to barge my way into that. If you tell me no, I will stay away. Be nothing more than a friend if she needs one. But if you say yes, I will prove to you all that I can be the alpha she needs, not the piece of shit I’ve presented to her.”

The guys all exchange looks, but it’s Arden who replies. “What makes you think she’ll even want something with you? Come on, Vinny, she doesn’t even know that you’re fated mates. How is she going to feel when she finds out, yet you betrayed her with Bianca the whole time of knowing?”

I swallow roughly, a massive lump caught in my throat. He’s right. She’s going to be pissed.

“I plan on telling her as soon as humanly possible and then begging for her forgiveness.”

Hunter shakes his head and stuffs his hands in his pocket. “I’m sorry, I don’t believe a damn word of this. But you do you. If she doesn’t kill you when you tell her, then yeah, you can try.” He kicks off the door and spins, ripping open the door and leaving the rest of us sitting here. As much as I want to yell for him to get back here, I keep my mouth shut, my eyes veering back to Arden and Gavin, imploring them to give in.

I can’t, with good conscious, try for my mate without them giving me the go-ahead. If even one of them says no, then that’s it.

“Haylee may not be my fated mate,” Gavin gets up from his chair, heading for the door also, “but if you hurt her one more time, I’ll fucking kill you myself.” With that, he leaves the room, not another word spoken.

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