His Mafia Prince
Chapter 157: Of Grave Doubts

Chapter 157: Of Grave Doubts

(WESLEY)

(Six Years Later...)

A young handsome omega, Arlo, sits on the couch holding his infant son. He has silky long hair pulled into a bun and jade green eyes. He could easily be the prettiest male omega that I have ever laid my eyes on. He is talking about his son’s eating habits. He looks exhausted and sleepy. Newborns tend to do that a lot. They deprive you of sleep to a point that you become a zombie.

Beside him is a dark brooding alpha. I was sent here by the child agency and they gave me very little information about this meeting. Usually, I don’t mind that, but recognition hits me as I stare at the alpha. I’m certain that he is in the mafia. He has to be Miles Caspar, Sasha Adonis’ second in command.

I meet Miles’ dark assessing gaze and a chill zips up my spine. If I had known earlier who this interview was going to be with, I would have cancelled it. I do my best to keep off mafia related families or activities. I don’t think that Miles would know me though. We are from different cities and they don’t tend to mingle with us much. Plus, I am not a high-ranking member of my family’s mob. I have seen and experienced first-hand what mafia families can do to someone. Everything about the mafia way of life makes me uneasy. I left that life behind for a reason.

"I spend long hours working." Arlo says, looking at his son with a guilty expression. "I feel like I am not giving baby Reign enough attention, and I don’t want him growing up feeling neglected."

"I know you do your best." Miles says, rubbing Arlo’s back. "Baby Reign is a very happy child."

"I just know that I’m not taking care of him enough, and I should do better." Arlo frowns.

Miles shakes his head. "No, Arlo. You are an amazing dad."

Seeing Miles Caspar doting on his omega is as weird as it gets. Rumours have it that he is a violent, cold-blooded killer who murders people for fun. You’d never know that watching him with Arlo. He is gentle and warm with him.

Who knows, maybe rattlesnakes too have feelings.

"Being a new parent can be exhausting." I clear my throat.

"It is so much harder than I imagined. Maybe if I didn’t have to work, it wouldn’t be as tiring. But babies tend to be drained no matter what."

"They are." I smile politely as I try to figure out a way of cutting this interview short without making them feel insulted. I could lie and tell them that I already have a job offer somewhere, or I could fake a phone call and say that I have a family emergency. But the way Miles’ gaze is pinned on me makes me nervous about lying. He seems like an expert at reading people, and I have a feeling that he would know.

"I don’t know how to run a business and he is a good dad to my baby at the same time. It... it has taken me forever to admit but now... now I know that I need help with the baby." Arlo’s cheeks are flushed pink as he admits.

"We all need help sometimes." Miles says tenderly. "How is this different from any other job? We can always hire someone if we need help with the baby. Anything to make the job easier. Why shouldn’t omegas have the same liberty?"

I find myself nodding. "It’s true." It is hard to get an alpha who acknowledges the hardship that comes with taking care of a baby. I didn’t think that a ruffian like Miles Caspar would be so enlightened in such a way. "Raising a child I no mean feat. It’s very important as any job done outside the home."

"Of course." Miles grunts. "Arlo has that too. His hands are full. That is why we need your help, Wesley."

Arlo laughs. "I don’t think I’m one who was born with the typical omega skills. I seem to be struggling more than the others. Maybe you could show me some things that will help the baby sleep through the night, that will be super grateful. There must be some way to succeed at my work and be a good parent. So far, I can’t find a balance between both. I fear that I’m losing on both ends."

Arlo’s insecurities about himself touch me in a way. I know for a fact that Miles wouldn’t have settled for an inferior omega. With his position, there is no way he could have done that. I know that Arlo has impeccable breeding and that he is very intelligent. Yet, his lack of confidence gives him anxiety about his parenting. His self-doubt makes me want to help him with the baby. On a usual occasion, he is the kind of client that I would gravitate towards. He is willing to be taught and learn. It would be my pleasure to lift him up and show him just how good of a parent he can be.

But I know too that taking this job comes with risks. While my family and Miles’ don’t link too much, it is not entirely impossible that Miles Syndicate, The Triple Triads might cross paths with the Sawyer clan at one point. The bigger mafia looks down on my family, as they should, but business is business.

Part of me also feels that it would be foolish of me to take on the job just because I’m being empathetic towards Arlo. But as I study him, taking in the gaunt circles beneath his eyes and the lines that strain his pretty face, something inside of me softens. Danny always called me a simpering wimp. Maybe he was right.

"How old is baby Reign again?" I ask.

"He is six weeks old today." Arlo kissed the baby’s cheek.

Baby Reign begins to fuss and cry and Arlo watches him with a panicked look on his face. I watch as he puts the baby on his shoulder and begins to pat his back. Arlo looks so conflicted, and he holds the child like he is afraid of breaking him in half.

"Oh dear," Miles gets up as though he has no idea how to handle the fussing baby. "I know nothing about newborns, but I would certainly do better with an older baby." He dangles keys on the baby’s face."" You want to play, little one?"

Newborns do have a reflexive grip, but they don’t reach out to grab things so soon. Not until they are a few months older. Offering the baby the keys isn’t exactly helping right now. If anything, the jangle of the keys might even aggravate the baby more due to its sensory overload.

The baby cries louder and Arlo grits his teeth. "You’re... you’re fine." Arlo mumbles, tapping on the baby’s back gently while shifting him to the other shoulder. "I just fed you, baby. You should be a little happy." He smiles at me weakly. "Baby Reign, come on you’re making me look bad..."

I smile then get up. "You say you just fed him?"

"Mmh," Arlo nods. "This is what he does lately. Earlier on, he used to eat and go straight to sleep. Now he eats and fusses for hours before he goes to sleep." He bites his lip. "I must be doing something wrong. Could it be the way that I’m holding him?"

Of course it is, but I don’t know how to tell him that. He is holding the baby like a hot potato. I don’t know if I can tell him that without making him feel more self-conscious. So I smile. "He probably has colic."

"But I thought only cows get colic." Arlo frowns.

"Oh, that sounds terrible." Miles raises his brows.

I laugh quietly then grab a little blanket on the couch and lay it flat. "Babies get colic too. "I say as I take the baby. I set the wiggling baby on the blanket then swaddled him on the soft material. I carefully pick him up while supporting his little head and hold him against my body. I begin to pat him gently while twisting from side to side."

Moments later, the baby stops fussing. Miles and Arlo exchange glances.

"See," Arlo says. "I am the worst parent ever. I can’t even get my own child to stop crying. He likes strangers more than he likes me."

"No, not at all." Guilt nudges at me. "I have taken care of so many babies, Arlo. I think he has gas." The baby burps softly when I finish speaking. "See, he has gas trapped in his tummy. That’s all. Plus, swaddling the baby helps them feel safe sometimes."

Arlo wipes his eyes. He seems unconvinced.

"You’re a great dad. Arlo." Miles hovers to his side. "It is no coincidence that the baby stopped crying."

"Please don’t feel bad, Arlo." I say. "I have a lot of experience with babies."

"What happens if I never learn how to take care of him?" I notice real fear sparkling in his eyes. "Or am I just a defective omega?"

"No, you’re not." Miles scowls. "Please stop saying such things. You are doing a great job, Arlo."

Arlo slips into Miles, who wraps him with his big muscular arms. "So when can you start?" Miles meets my gaze over Arlo’s head.

I should tell him that I can’t take the job. Anxiety eats at me at the thought. The way Miles looks at me gives me the impression that I shouldn’t dare turn him down. He is worried about his omega, but he oozes aggressive energy. I’m not sure what to tell him.

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