His Mafia Prince
Chapter 156: Worry About Me

Chapter 156: Worry About Me

(WESLEY)

The smug expression on Danny’s face makes me even more uncomfortable. "Papa and I have been thinking of some plans to help expand our syndicate. Actually, we could rival syndicates as big as the Triple Triads if we go through with this move."

"Go through with what move?" I demand my disquiet growing.

"I think that even you Wesley, if you stop for a moment and see it through, you will see that it is a good idea." Papa stands with a grunt to help himself to a glass of whiskey. He sips the liquid, avoiding gaze.

"What scheme have you both cooked up now?" I demand.

"See, you aren’t good for much, Wes. But Christopher Heizer is taken with you. He has offered to merge if you agree to marry him."

My eyes go wide as horror shoots through me. "W...what?" I can’t even begin to mask the fear in my voice. Christopher is almost twenty-five years older than me and is one of the most repugnant alphas in the city. He is a vicious, despicable person who started sniffing around me before I was even of legal age.

"You have to admit that this is a win for you too, son." Papa says as he holds his tumbler of whiskey up to light. "He won’t care that you can’t give him babies, he already has two sons with his first omega."

I swallow heavily against the lump in my throat. "You mean the omega that he beat up and tortured? The one who mysteriously disappeared?"

"Oh come on now," Danny sucks a breath between his teeth. "Saint didn’t disappear. He ran off with the pool guy. Someone saw him not too long ago."

I’m so angry and frightened that I am shaking. Asking for mercy from my asshole brother is a useless move, that I know. I turn to Papa, feeling sick to my stomach. He refuses to meet my gaze. "Pa... please don’t do this to me. I accept that I made a mistake trying to make those omegas escape. I apologise. I won’t do that again, I promise. You can’t make me marry Christopher, please, that man is a monster."

Papa finishes his whiskey in one gulp then turns his attention to me. His gaze tells me all that I need to know. That there is no mercy. "I’m sorry Wesley. It is a done deal. You already ticked up and you are going to make it up to me now. You are going to allow the merge with the Heizer clan."

"No." I snap. "I will not do it."

His jaw hardens. Any pity he had for me seems to have flown out the window. "The merge is fucking happening." He snaps. "Show me loyalty for once in your goddamn life, Wesley. You are already of no use to me, so why would I let you live?" he says with a cold calculating look in his slate grey eyes. "We have to pull our weight in this family."

He doesn’t need to tell me the message out loud. It is already clear that I sell my soul to the devil or cease to breathe oxygen. The circumstances horrify me. My mind spins and I can’t think of any coherent response. So, I shut up and say nothing.

Papa takes my silence as obedience. "The wedding will take place this Saturday. You will be respectful and compliant towards Christopher Heizer, or you will have me to worry about. Not him. Do I make myself clear, son?"

I bite my jaw and don’t say anything. I can’t say yes, but I can’t bring myself to say no.

"That little pussy has no choice but to obey." Danny smirks.

I don’t look at any of them. I’m already planning a way to escape in my head. For a long time, I have wanted to part ways with this family, but I never wanted to show my disloyalty to them or to my bloodline.

Danny and Papa have treated me badly for as long as I can remember. I never once saw them crossing such lines with me because I considered them as blood. Now, it is clear to me that my loyalty was misplaced. They are using me as means to get more power, that is just as good as I am to them. They don’t care that Christopher is a heinous violent alpha, nor do they care of what will happen to me if I marry that horrid man.

I sit in silence on the floor as Danny and Papa drink themselves silly. My body aches and my head is pounding, I feel broken, numb and exhausted but even then, I refuse to give up. I am determined to wait for them because I know how they are. They will drink until they pass out.

This is like their little ritual. They are buzzing with excitement thinking of all the good things that the merger will come with. I don’t know what’s so funny that they are laughing while making plans at my expense. My pass is numb and my bones ache from sitting on the cold hard floor. My face keeps swelling with each passing hour. Neither of them cares to offer me ice or anything to ease the pain. That’s how little they care about me. Blood or not, I’m just another one of their tools.

Soon enough, they slump on the table, drunk and snoring loudly. I slowly get up. My heart is beating out of my chest as I eye them carefully. They’re my family but I hate them more than I have ever hated anything in this world. I get some perverse sense of melancholy as I watch them, knowing that after today, I’m never going to see them again. It is insane that I used to look up to them as a child. I thought that they were powerful and respectable people. I don’t know whether it is me or them who changed, but either way, I can’t stay here.

Anxiety is eating me alive as I creep across the kitchen floor. I freeze when Danny mumbles something in his sleep. But soon his snoring starts again. I let out a long shaky breath as I carefully open the door then slide out into the dark of the night.

It is winter here and there is a light rain coming down. My breaths hitch in the frigid air. I don’t dare to go back inside to grab a coat or anything else that I can take with me. I wish I could have planned a better escape, but I have no time or luxury to do that. This is how it has to be. This isn’t a good time of the year to be running away, but they leave me no choice. I can’t stay. I might not get another chance to escape if not this one.

I am painfully aware of the truth of the situation, and that doesn’t mean that I feel confident about running away. I don’t even know where I’m going. I could just as easily starve or freeze to death. Who knows, I could be murdered in the streets. But I refuse to stay here and get humiliated like this. I keep going, keeping as much distance as I can between me and my family estate. The fear of the unknown is frightening, but it doesn’t compare to the certainty of knowing what awaits me if I stay.

Running won’t be enough. I know that Papa and Danny will come after me. Of that, I am certain. They have eyes and ears in almost every corner of the streets. I have to be keen to stay out of sight. I will need to change everything about me. My name, my identity, everything and become invisible. I will do whatever it costs to disappear.

As of tonight, Wesley Sawyer ceases to exist.