His Mafia Prince
Chapter 170: Does He Hate Me Now?

Chapter 170: Does He Hate Me Now?

(JERICHO)

The thought of going with Wesley to the park thrills me, but my excitement fades off when I hear Wesley and Miles arguing in the other room. I can’t quite make out what they are arguing about, but Wesley storms out of the sunroom as though the devil himself is coming after him.

He barely notices me as he charges up the stairs towards the nursery. I scowl and head to the sunroom where I find Miles pacing back and forth. His face goes blank when he sees me, but he looked angry before.

"What was that all about?" I ask, moving closer to him.

"What was what about?" he asks, lifting a brow.

The way he dodges the question doesn’t thrill me. "I overheard you and Wesley arguing. What were you arguing about?"

"No." he lies bluntly. "We weren’t arguing."

"I overheard you." I sigh exasperatedly. "Plus, Wesley was furious now when he went by me."

Miles grimaces and drops the act. "It’s no big deal. He is just a punk and he mouthed off to me. So what?"

"So what?" I cock my head. "Wesley isn’t the kind to get passed off that easily. You must have said something to upset him. I doubt Wesley would just start yelling at you out of the blue if you haven’t done something to piss him off."

"Why are you defending him?" Miles curls his lip.

"Because I know you." I say nonchalantly. I’ve known Miles since he was a kid. He doesn’t scare me like he does most people who don’t know him. Of course he is a brute, but he is a teddy bear with the people he loves. Even if he drags on me all the time, I certainly know that he loves me. He thinks that he is doing it for my own good.

"Trust me Jericho, that kid isn’t who you think. You may think you know him now, but you don’t." he avoids my gaze, which surprises me. "That kid is up to something."

"What does that mean?"

Miles pins a glare at me. "It means that he is hiding something. Something is off with him. I’ve felt it since he came here."

"What would he be hiding?" I wrinkle my brow. I know for a fact that Miles wouldn’t have let Wesley step foot in his home if he hadn’t done a thorough background check on him. If there was something to find out, he would have already found it by now.

Miles turns the gold ring on his finger. "I don’t know yet, but I’m sure that kid is hiding something."

The way that he is stalling and just won’t come clean about what he thinks Wesley is biding frustrates me. "What is it that you were arguing about? That you think that he is hiding something?"

"No."

"Then what?" confusion and anger eat at me. "Why won’t you just tell me what it is that you were arguing about?"

"Ask Arlo." He eyes me sharply then pushes past me. "I have better things to do than waste my time on this nonsense." He then stomps out of this sunroom.

His behavior catches me off guard and I remain confused in the sunroom, scratching my head. Miles isn’t a talkative guy, but then again, he is never a secretive person. I head out into the foyer just as Wesley comes down with baby Reign. The fury on his face fades off and he looks much relaxed now. His face goes blank when he sees me, just as Miles did too.

What the hell is happening?

Luca is waiting at the front door. He is holding it open and Arlo comes after Wesley down the stairs. Arlo presses a little kiss on the baby’s forehead then straightens to face me. "Take care of my little angel." He forces a smile. "I’d love to come with you guys, but Miles would have a stroke.

"Don’t worry, we will take care of him." Wesley says.

I look forward to getting out of the house, even if Wesley wasn’t involved. I’d be thrilled to get some fresh air. Miles has had me buried busy in his study going through binders covered with the port transactions., it is deadass boring stuff. All the books are cooked, that means nothing is the way it appears to be, which makes it even more confusing. I suspect the headache that I got now is from straining my eyes followers R days over that dull paperwork. I’m hoping the fresh air will chase the dull away a little."

I’m hoping that Wesley being there with me will ease me up a little. I look forward to talking to him some more. I’ve been thinking about him a lot over the last four days that I haven’t seen him. I’m not sure that he shares the interest though. He seems off today. I thought that we had bonded the last time we were together. He told me even personal stuff about him, about not being able to get children. I thought that brought us closer. But with the way he is acting like I’m a stranger to him now, I think that it meant more to him than it did me.

Arlo kisses the baby a few times more then we head into a black SUV. Luca packs the stroller away, and Wesley tucks the baby in his seat facing backward on the backseat. He puts the baby seat between us and part of me wonders if he purposefully did that. Does he approve of the idea of sitting next to me?

Luca checks on his glock then tucks it away. I can’t go out alone because I’m an Adonis. Chances that someone might be out there wanting to gun me down are high. I know that they are too many people thirsting to kill or kidnap me. While I’d love to have some alone time with Wesley, that is out of the question. Not out in public.

Luca starts the car and we head out the driveway to the front gates. Wesley seems a little too preoccupied with the baby today. The baby isn’t really doing anything, which gives me the idea that Wesley is simply using the child to ignore me. For whatever reason, he feels uneasy being around me. He seems like a different person from the one that I spent time with in the garden. It is so frustrating because I thought that we had turned a corner with each other. I thought that we were making progress. Apparently, I misread the situation. Or is he shy because we haven’t spoken in foreign days? It seems like it’s more than that though.

"I haven’t seen you in a while," I say, hoping to make some connection. I’d love one of those warm smiles of his now, but he doesn’t even look at me when I speak.

"I guess it’s been a few days, hasn’t it?" he says, fiddling with the baby’s blanket even though it seems unnecessary.

Why is he pretending that he didn’t notice my absence? It causes irritation to nudge at me. Why though? Why is it suddenly a big deal to me? I don’t understand heat has suddenly changed. I haven’t seen him in a while, so that means that I haven’t done anything that could possibly offend him. What could make him so cold towards me suddenly?

I try to not let my frustration get the best of me. "Thanks for inviting me." I say cheerfully. "I needed some fresh air." I give him one of my most charming smiles to at least get him to reciprocate.

He doesn’t.

He hesitates for a minute then says, "I didn’t invite you. Arlo thought that it would be nice for you to get out of the house for a bit."

"Oh," I say, trying to not let his lack of enthusiasm drag me down. I attempt once again to connect with him at a personal level. "Yet here I was hoping that you missed me."

"Why would I?" he flicks a blank gaze to me.

That hurt.

Still, I refuse to be deterred. "I enjoyed your company the other day. I thought that maybe you enjoyed mine too. It is nice to have someone of my age around here. Miles and Arlo get so caught up with each other. It gets lonely sometimes you know."

He looks away. "To be honest, I even forgot that you were staying in the house."

His nonchalant attitude makes my face warm. Still, I decide to cover it up with bravado. "I don’t believe that for a minute."

He arches a brow ever so lightly. "Are you?"

"I’m a delight, remember?"

He gives a tired little sigh and doesn’t respond to me.

I’m sorry, am I boring you?