Chapter 106

Layla concentrated on Davian's arm that rested on the small of her back as he led her out of the mansion. His scent tickled her nostrils and she couldn't help but lean into him.

The butler had seemed odd; usually he was intent on making her uncomfortable but this time, he had mostly avoided her gaze.

This didn't put her at ease; rather, it made her even more worried. He had promised to get rid of her. She couldn't help but think he might be plotting something.

She might say Alpha Davian’s presence had deterred him from being openly antagonistic towards her but that had never stopped the butler before.

There was also the fact that it was a week already and he hadn’t made good on his threat, it was unlike the Arthur that she knew. The one that had made every moment she worked in the mansion a living hell.

She doubted he suddenly saw reason and was willing to let it go and not tell Alpha Davian whatever his evil plot was.

A car appeared in front of the huge mansion as they stepped out the doors. It was a black-tinted car; the windows were almost as black as the paint on the car.

One of the men dressed in black quickly opened her side of the door and held it. Layla felt a cold hand wrap around her heart as she noticed he had two guns by his side, partially hidden by his jacket.

She pushed it from her mind as she got closer to the car. She knew the kind of work Davian did but it was easy to forget with how he treated her. She hadn't even seen him with a gun.

The Alpha reluctantly pulled his hand away to help her into the car, then shut the door, walked around and got in through the other side.

He moved to grab her hand as soon as he got into the car. "Are you comfortable?" he asked as he gently squeezed her hand.

She nodded, appreciating his touch. He easily eased her worries about the butler. She leaned back so she could look at him without straining her neck. He was huge; it was impressive how much space he took in the car.

"Nervous?" He asked and glanced at her stomach.

Layla instinctively moved her hand to her stomach. It was still flat, not a single hint she was pregnant. "A little. It is my first pregnancy," she chuckled.

Davian's face immediately turned serious. "I know and you have nothing to worry about. I will make sure nothing goes wrong."

Layla nodded and turned her face away with a little pout. She had been joking and had tried to get a laugh out of him. He had seemed so serious since he mentioned going to the hospital.

She sighed. What was she doing? She wanted things to be like this; she couldn't get angry now that he was taking everything seriously.

A loud beep echoed through the car and he pulled his hand away to pick up his phone. Layla turned to look at him just as a deep frown appeared on his face.

"Tch!"

"Is something wrong?" She asked with concern, turning her whole body to face him.

"Nothing you need to worry about," he replied and turned off the screen of his phone before placing it face down between them.

"Oh," she replied, irritated at the disappointment in her chest.

She had a feeling it was about his work and he was right; it wasn't anything she should be worried about. However, his words felt like he was telling her not to meddle and it hurt.

The chair vibrated as his phone began to ring. Layla glanced at the phone then at Davian but he seemed intent on ignoring it.

"Don't you have to pick it?"

She nearly smacked herself as the question slipped out of her lips. It was her curiosity poking its ugly head; it was clear the Mafia King didn't want to pick the call.

"No," he said coldly.

Layla instinctively pulled her hands to herself at his cold response. Was this his way of saying she should stay out of his work?

She wasn't trying to anger him. His mood had completely changed since the message and she was hoping to help but she couldn't help if she didn't know what was wrong.

After the call, a series of beeps went off and Davian reluctantly picked up his phone. His frown deepened as he went through the messages and before he could reply again, his phone started to ring.

"Nick, have you lost your mind?" He asked coldly despite how irritated he was.

{I am very sorry, Master Davian. I know you told me not to bother you until after lunch today but Alpha Nolan is insistent on getting a reply now.}

"And my answer is no. You didn't have to call me to know that."

{I am really sorry, Alpha Davian but he is refusing to take no for an answer. He insists there should be enough time for you to plan—}

"Tch!" Davian placed his phone down to see Layla staring at him with concern.

This was really not worth talking about. It was Alpha Nolan and his bullshit. He had not heard anything from the other Mafia Kings in over two months and he was enjoying his blissful peace.

He should have known it wouldn't last too long. Asher and Nolan were always up to something.

Asher thankfully was distracted by his mate and the only firecracker left was Nolan. As expected, the Alpha was up to no good.

Layla adjusted in her seat and he forced himself out of his thoughts to pay attention to her. He didn't want to worry her. Today was their first appointment.

"Are you sure everything is alright?" she asked, twisting her hands together. "Or is it something you can't tell me?"

Davian's brows knitted. "What?" he blurted before he could help himself.

He could certainly tell her but the last name he wanted to bring up in her presence was Nolan. The Alpha was not worth talking about. He was a waste of breath.

She jumped at his sudden response. "I am sorry," she blurted. "I was just concerned that something bad happened."

Davian sighed; he needed to get his emotions together; he was scaring her. He was just irritated that Nolan had raised his ugly head again.

"That is not what I m—" the rest of his words were cut short as his phone began to ring.

He picked up the phone, ready to curse at Nick for bothering him. However, his countenance darkened as he saw who the caller was.