His Mafia Prince
Chapter 169: Right Through Me

Chapter 169: Right Through Me

(WESLEY)

"Make sure to send Luca with them for security." Miles grumbles.

"Already on it, dear." Arlo says, tapping on the phone screen.

Baby Reign is napping. On the table near me is a baby monitor. The red lights flicker and the baby wails come through the little speakers. Arlo jumps before I can.

"I’ll go." He says, tucking the phone away. "I haven’t seen the baby all day. I want to spend a few minutes with him."

"But I just sat down with you." Miles scowls.

Arlo smiles affectionately. He hands Miles his half-eaten apple. "I know, but I’ve spent most of the day with you, working. You’re gonna have to learn to share me, dear husband."

"But I don’t want to share you." Miles scowls.

Arlo leans down and presses a kiss on Miles’ lips, which seems to catch him by surprise. Miles looks a little twitterpated when Arlo pulls away. "I’ll be back before you know it." Arlo says then hurries off the room.

Miles wrinkles his brow. "He tricked me."

I’m nervous, so I smile to hide it. Arlo is now gone, unfortunately that leaves me alone with Miles. I don’t like that I am trapped with him. He is one of my least favorite people to be trapped with. He always makes me nervous, and today is no exception. He studies me with his dark, brooding eyes. And my insides begin to churn.

"So, tell me, who were you and Arlo talking about?" and please don’t tell me that it is someone that I don’t know. You are a horrible liar, Wesley. He leans back on his chair to get more comfortable, and it creaks alarmingly beneath his weight.

"No one important." I say, avoiding his gaze. Miles is wrong about me though. I’m not a horrible liar. Just when it comes to Miles. He is like a walking, talking lie detector machine. The minute he pins me with his gaze, I start sweating and twitching like a tweaker on meth. There is some kind of darkness in him that sets me off. I think that is the reason he gets to me that much.

He drops the legs of his chairs and leans towards me, mouth hard. "I said don’t lie to me, kid."

"Arlo is wrong."

"About who?" he raps, shooting me an accusatory glare. "I’ll just ask Arlo later. I see no point in lying to me."

I grit my teeth and confess. "He was talking about Jericho. But he is wrong."

Miles bites his jaw and I notice that he had no idea who we were talking about. It took him by surprise. "Why is he saying that Jericho likes you?"

"Because Jericho saw that one of the guards bothering me then suggested to Arlo that maybe the guy should be relocated to work in another sector. Alto thinks that Jericho was protecting me, but I don’t think that was the case. Arlo already thinks that was it, and I cannot convince him."

Anger paints Miles’ features. "Which guard?" he rumbles angrily. He seems less concerned about Jericho now and more concerned about the guard, which honestly, I find odd.

"Reid."

"Well, that’s no surprise." He chuffs. "Reid can’t keep it in his pants to save his fucking life." He shakes his head then returns to glare at me. "Is it really Jericho that suggested that Reid be moved? Are you sure it wasn’t your idea?"

"I wasn’t going to tell anyone about Reid." I lift my chin. "I can handle myself."

"Oh, is that so?" he snorts a laugh. "You’re a tough guy manny?"

His derisive tone makes my face warm. But that won’t make me back down. "I know how to fight, and I know how to handle a gun. Those are basic skills that everyone out there needs to know. It isn’t always a friendly world out here."

"Ain’t that the truth." He says, finishing the apple in his hand. I desperately want to leave. I don’t fancy having a conversation with Miles, but since Arlo is taking care of baby Reign, I have no excuse to bail.

Miles tosses the apple core across the room. It easily lands on a small trash can against the far wall. His attention then returns to me. He folds his hands on the table then stares at me, a grim line forming between his brows.

The way he looks at me makes me squirm in the chair. My mind goes blank. I can’t think of any response to give him that won’t sound dim witted. He continues to watch me in silence and sweat breaks on my upper lip. He seems to be staring right through my soul.

"Don’t get involved with Jericho." He finally says.

The raw warning makes me go stiff. "I have no intention to get involved with Jericho."

I’m not lying about not wanting to get involved with Jericho. Even though I find him attractive, I’m not dumb enough to get involved with him. I know better than to sleep with Jericho. My reasoning isn’t the same with Miles, but it is just as valid.

"Good." He says with an emotionless voice. "He is out of your league. He doesn’t care that he is being rude to me. All he cares about is that the warning is home. He probably thinks that I’m stupid enough to think that I have a chance with Jericho. That I’m too dumb to waste tact on.

"I’m here to work. That’s all, Sir."

"Good." He nods approvingly. "I don’t want any drama in this house. I want you to be standoffish with Jericho when you go to the park, capeesh?"

"You want me to be rude to him?" my brow jerks.

"Did I say that? I said be standoffish. Don’t be rude, but also, don’t be overly friendly with him. Don’t give him any reasons to think that you are interested in him." Miles looks at his nails. "He is bored and therefore prone to getting in trouble. We don’t want that now."

"Right." I get to my feet, feeling that I have given him enough of my time. I turn to take a leave but his voice stops me.

"Wesley?" he calls me gruffly.

"Yes?" I glance at him over my shoulder.

"If you think that you can ignore my warning, think again. You will be watched at the park the entire time, and I will get a report of everything once you are back." He gets up and when he approaches me, I begin to grow gooseflesh. "People who tuck around with me and mine don’t live to tell the tale. Do you understand?"

Anger eats at me at Miles’ unwarranted threat. I narrow my eyes. Once again, he reminds me of how my brother Danny is. The bullying manner in which he talks to me grates at me more than it should.

"You know what Miles?" I snap. "I haven’t done anything wrong since I got here. All I have done is to work my ass off and help Arlo with the baby. But do I get a word of thanks from you about how happy Arlo seems these days?" I let out a harsh laugh. "No. All I get are threats from you about something that isn’t even a thing. I don’t lust after Jericho or anyone else in this house. I’m here because Arlo seemed desperate for my help and I wanted to help. Other than that, I want nothing to do with the mafia guys, capeesh?"

He doesn’t exactly budge at my comment, but he flinches slightly at my angry capeesh.

I’m trembling with so much rage and anger that I don’t wait for his reaction. I know that the smart thing to do right now is to get away from him. One, it is important to keep my distance so that I don’t end up being strangled. Second, it is important that I don’t keep spewing anymore reckless words at him anymore.

I stride away from the sunroom. I feel his gaze drilling holes on my back. I wanted to stay in this home until Arlo was ready to handle the baby by himself. Until he was ready for me to go. But Miles keeps butting heads. I might need to leave sooner than I had planned to.

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