His Mafia Prince
Chapter 162: Who Are You?

Chapter 162: Who Are You?

(WESLEY)

It’s been about a week since I moved into Miles and Arlo’s place. In truth, it took me a while to get used it. I have never had a problem living in people’s houses, but Miles is not your typical alpha. He is actively taking part in baby Reign’s care. It threw me off at first. It is sweet that Miles wants to be part of taking care of the baby, but it is stressful as hell, mostly because he doesn’t fully trust me. I know it in my gut. He watches me a lot, and his gaze is impossible to read. If he thought that I was a danger to his family, I’m sure that by now he would have already fitted me for cement boots.

But I get why he is overly cautious. It makes him very wary of strangers and new people.

Miles’s inherent suspiciousness comes with a territory. The people of higher ranks in the syndicate tend to be suspicious of everyone. Even my family did the same. Never once did I see my father and brother trust a new face. It would take forever to get a mafia family to accept you. One of the reasons they don’t trust people easily is the fear of them being undercover cops. Some of those cops take years to firm bonds with the mafia just so they can infiltrate the organization and lock them away.

Miles and Arlo left earlier this morning because they had a meeting. I am left alone at home with baby Reign. I’m happy that even fir that short while, I’m away from Miles’s prying eyes. Plus, it is fine to handle the baby however I know without having to explain every detail of it. Its not that I mind explaining my way if care to the new parents. That makes the bigger part of my job and is the reason why I stay at their home for the most part. But sometimes, I just appreciate hanging out with the kids alone. Without their parents hounding my every move.

Now that Miles and Arlo are away, I’m having a leisurely morning. Miles has a security team watching us and his home. Right now, they are outside. That means it is just me and baby Reign in the big house. I left my bedroom door open so that I can hear when Miles and Arlo return.

The baby is full. I have just fed him and he has fallen asleep. I’m contemplating whether I can take a shower while he is still asleep. I’ll probably make it if I am quick enough. I pull off my white T-shirt which leaves me wearing just a pair of red plaid boxers. My last employer gave them to me as a Christmas gift. Alfonso is an elderly alpha who decided to adopt babies after his omega passed away. I’m so fond of him so I kept the boxers that he gave me, even though they are somewhat ostentatious.

Im just making my way to the bathroom to take a shower when baby Reign wakes up and begins to fuss. Frustration works through me as I make my way to him then I pick him up. I kiss his chubby cheeks. "What are you doing awake, baby? Don’t you know that I need to take a shower?"

The baby is still fussing grumpily. He kicks his feet in the air in response.

"What am I going to do now?" I kiss his head and sniff the powdery scent of his hair. "You smell so good baby, unlike me. I reek. I think a buffalo will smell better than me right now."

The baby blows spitty bubbles at me as he gurgles. He waves his little arms uncoordinatedly.

"Oh really?" I laugh. "You don’t say. You certainly have a lot of opinions, little one." I slowly turn around with the baby, singing a little song about whales and octopuses that I made up. "You like my song?"

"Well, you are no Beyoncé, and the baby seems to enjoy your performance." A sardonic voice says through the doorway.

I gasp suprisedly then turn to meet a tall, dark haired alpha about my age leaning in the doorway. "Who the hell are you?" I blurt, ready to protect the baby.

The alpha’s gaze falls to my boxers and they linger on my thighs and bare chest longer than I’d like. "More importantly, who are you?" He asks, his tone flirty.

Heat rushes to my face and I ignore the question. "How did you get in here?" I ask, backing away slowly. My gaze darts around, searching fir anything that I can use as a weapon if the alpha tries something stupid. The only things in my proximity are a baby monitor and a pack of wipes. Those aren’t exactly deadly weapons.

I know how to fight. The only disadvantage is that I’m holding a baby.

He holds put his hand. "Its ok. Don’t be scared. I can see that I startled you. Im not here to harm or steal. I’m a guest of Miles and Arlo. Its just that I arrived late last night."

I squint at him, not sure whether I should trust him. "A guest? They didn’t mention a thing about a guest when they were leaving."

"They didn’t? Well, this is awkward." He lets out a gruff laugh. "I mean no harm. I promise. I’m Jericho Adonis. Sasha Adonis’ younger brother.

The mention of that makes me stiffen a little. He is Sasha Adonis’ brother? Like I’m not surrounded by enough Mafia, Sasha Adonis brother is staying here too? "How do I know that you are telling the truth?" I ask, hugging baby Reign tightly to my chest.

"Well," he glances down at his suit. "I wouldn’t dress like this to come steal."

"I guess not." I say, relaxing slightly. I take in his black fitted suit and his red tie. Now that I am a bit calmer, I notice that he is indeed an attractive alpha. His hair is jet black and glossy and is slightly long, brushing his collar. He has high cheekbones and full lips. He studies me sulkily and I notice how he looks like a sulky prince.

"I’m guessing you are the new manny," he says. "Everyone here knows me except you. So I guess its you?" his brow furrows but I don’t respond. "I wish that you could just stop looking at me like I’m here to steal something."

"I’m not trying to be rude. I’m concerned for baby Reign. You can say whatever you want to say, but that doesn’t mean that I trust you. "

"Hmmm, you are quite suspicious." He says. "Maybe some ID will help you believe me?" he reaches to his back pocket as he speaks. He then tugs out a thin leather wallet and opens it. "See, Jericho Rossi Adonis."

I lean forward to study the ID. The photo on the ID is definitely his. Perhaps a few years younger. I nod then soften my expression. "Sorry. I cant be more careful. Miles and Arlo are high profile clients and that poses the baby to many risks of harm and kidnapping."

"That’s understandable," he shrugs. "I guess instead of being offended, ill be grateful that you are such a fierce protector of baby Reign. "

"I appreciate your understanding." I smile weakly, relieves that he is not taking offense.

"Of course."

The way he studies me makes my pulse pick. He is just about my age but exudes himself with more confidence than I ever would. I’m sure the confidence cones with being an Adonis. No one dares to mess with the Adonis family, unless of course they are mad.

Unfortunately for me, I was born into a low Irish mob. Some Irish mobs demand respect. The Sawyer clan isn’t one of them. We are the bottom feeders. We always have and will always be. I’m happy that I escaped them. But I always live in fear that someday they might decide to hunt me down.

"So what are you doing here?" I ask while patting the baby’s back lightly.

Jericho moves into my room swiftly like he is welcome, as if or it never occurs to him that id prefer of he didn’t. "Sasha is insisting that I learn a thing or two about the family business. "

"But I thought at your age, you should have learnt about the family business." As I recall, I was fired to learn more when I was barely of age.

"I know a lot." He shrugs. "Sasha just wants me to learn about the ports. Arlo is taking care of that business currently, but Sasha wants him to teach me the ropes."

"Alright, I see." I say.

"I’m sure Arlo is thrilled to have me here." Jericho laughs, showing his perfectly lined white teeth. "Sasha doesn’t take no for an answer."

"Right. I bet that was the wise thing to do."

Now that I know he means no harm, I’m kind of relieved. The fact that more Triple Triads are living under the same roof as me doesn’t sit right with me though. That upps the odds of them discovering me.

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