His Mafia Prince
Chapter 182: Something Isn’t Right

Chapter 182: Something Isn’t Right

(JERICHO)

Miles is a pill over what happened at the park. He keeps ranting and raving about how vengeance will be his. He finally manages to calm down but when Sasha calls, the ranting starts all over again, except that it is on the phone this time.

Its not that I’m not upset about what happened earlier today. I’m furious that the Irish mob tried to kill me. But to say that my mind isn’t occupied with what happened afterwards between me and Wesley would be a lie. The sex was bomb, and I literally can’t stop thinking about Wesley.

I look forward to seeing Wesley when the time comes around for dinner. Even if I just catch a glimpse of him across the table. It would be better than not seeing him at all. But when Wesley doesn’t join us for dinner, I get concerned. I wait for a while before asking. Maybe he is just running late.

But when he doesn’t show up and the meal is almost over, I’m forced to ask.

"Isn’t Wesley eating tonight?" I ask, meeting Arlo’s gaze.

He swallows the bite of beef. "No, he isn’t feeling well."

"Is he sick?" I ask sharply fighting the unease shifting through me.

"I think that he is just tired." Arlo says. "He has been working long hours and today was stressful for him."

"I hope that he isn’t sick." I say quietly.

Miles glance at me with a funny look on his face. "Why are you suddenly concerned about Wesley?"

Heat rushes to my face. "Well, he saved my life today. Is it wrong that I care whether he is sick, or okay?"

"I get why you care Jericho." Arlo smiles. "Its not everyday that someone saves your life."

"Exactly my point."

Miles grunts as he continues chewing, still watching me.

"I’m sure he’s fine." Arlo continues to eat. "Marzia will probably take a plate of food to his room. She likes to mother us all."

"Yeah, she sure does." I agree, trying to ignore Miles’ disapproving stare.

I try to focus on my meal, but the truth is that I’m distracted. I’m worried about Wesley. Is he having second thoughts about coming to my room tonight? I bet he is. I had to practically beg him into it. Or is he really sick? Will he be too sick to come to my room? Much as I want to fuck him tonight, my main concern is that he is ill. I would love to go check on him but I can’t do that. Miles is already too suspicious of my interest in Wesley.

Miles begins to discuss some businesses that Sasha wants to buy, and Arlo joins in. Impotent to enjoy my meal as they keep talking on the business. I can’t help but watch the clock. The time seems to tick by agonizingly slowly and by the time midnight comes, Wesley still makes no appearance. My heart sinks.

Or did he change his mind about coming to my room because he is not interested in me? Earlier on he seemed like he was interested in me just as I was interested in him. Or did I misread him? How is that possible? I mean, he fell asleep in my arms purring. His kisses were warm and hungry when he went back. I was sure that he was longing for more of me.

The thought that he could really be sick makes my anxiety peak. Me missed dinner, that means he could be truly sick. I contemplate that, my gut churning. I feel so agitated. If I go back to his room to check on him, will he be upset? Will he resent me fir not giving him his space, or he will think that I am a clingy alpha?

My instincts are buzzing. I’m not sure that he will appreciate me barging in his room in the middle of the night. If he failed to come as we had planned earlier, then maybe he decided that it was too risky to be near me again. I do have pride, so I’m not going to walk up to his room to smother him.

Feeling restless, I slide under the covers. I try to force sleep, but it doesn’t come. Minutes tick by as I ache to go to Wesley. I don’t really understand what this connection between me and Wesley is. I keep reminding myself that I hardly know him. But that is not how I feel. Maybe that feeling of closeness is just one sided. It is very possible that he is skipping dinner because he is avoiding me and doesn’t want to come to my room as we had planned earlier. Or maybe he is truly sick.

But he seemed healthy as a horse when he was in my bed!

I’m awkwardly insecure with Wesley. Usually, I don’t have to chase omegas or coax them to be with me. I’m out of depth here. These are uncharted waters for. Wesley isn’t an open book like the other omegas. I wonder if he is like that with everyone or just me.

Somehow, I restrain the urge to go see him. I barely sleep through the night though and when the morning comes. My eyes burn from lack of sleep when the morning comes. I take a shower and get ready for the day. The fact that Wesley blew me off last night still hurts me, but I can’t let him learn about that. I’ll just act like nothing is wrong at breakfast. I don’t want to come off like some pathetic little boy.

I walk down the stairs and finally come to the sunroom where we usually have breakfast. Arlo and Miles are already there with baby Reign. They are both doting on the baby as I sit across from them. I smile and greet them cheerfully but I don’t fail to notice that Wesley isn’t at the table. I’d like to ask where he is, but I don’t want Miles reading too much into my inquiry. But is it really odd to wonder where he is? We usually have breakfast together.

I debate my options whether to ask where Wesley is or not. I help myself to some eggs and bacon. I pretend to focus on eating but once I’ve had a few bites, my curiosity overwhelms me and I ask. "Has Wesley had breakfast already?" I ask trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. But Miles still eyes me suspiciously.

Arlo shakes his head. "No. I told him to sleep in. We should be going together at Sasha’s because he is going to help me with the baby. He looked too tired today, so I thought it would be alright for him to get some extra rest."

"Oh, alright." I say, trying to hide the uneasiness that I feel. Something just feels off. His absence is gnawing at me. Missing dinner, blowing me off and now he is skipping breakfast too? No. Something isn’t right. I can’t help but feel that something’s going awry.

I eat my breakfast, trying to not rush with it. I’m certain that Miles would notice if I gulped down my food and hurried to go check on Wesley. Once I’m satisfied that enough time has passed and that I have consumed enough, I get up slowly and take my plate to the kitchen.

I find Marzia in there washing dishes. "Good morning, Jericho." She smiles at me warmly.

"Morning, Marzia." She reaches for my plate but I pulp back my hand. "I can wash it."

"That’s my job." She frowns.

"I’m not helpless." I grin and press a soft kiss on her cheek. "I know how to rinse m dirty plate."

"Are you sure about that?" she winks and grabs the plate from my hand and begins to scrub it with a sponge. "I usually have to wash your plates again after you leave the kitchen."

"That’s not true." I laugh.

"You’re always in a hurry, you tend to miss spots."

"How dare you doubt my dishwashing skills?"

"If the shoe fits." She shrugs.

I lean against the sink. "I’ll try and do better next time."

"No. You won’t." she laughs and sets the dish in the dishwasher. "Its okay though. Don’t worry."

It is then that it occurs to me that Marzia might have some information about Wesley. She might know how he is doing if she took a tray up there last night or this morning. "So, how is Wesley this morning? He missed dinner and breakfast. Is he really that sick or something?"

"To be honest, I have no clue how Wesley is doing." She glances up at me. "I left a dinner tray in his room yesterday night. But when I went to his room this morning, he wasn’t there and the food wasn’t touched."

"Really?" I ask, tension coursing through me.

"Yep." She shrugs.

"Perhaps he was in the shower?" I suggest so, knowing it probably doesn’t explain the matter. It might however explain why he wasn’t there where anyone could see him, not why he didn’t eat his dinner.

"No. I checked. I was worried that maybe he had fallen asleep or something. But he wasn’t in the bathroom or anywhere in his room." She sighs. "I wish that he had told me earlier that he didn’t want to eat anything. I wouldn’t have bothered to carry up a tray to his room this morning. And he wasted all of that food from last night." She says and closes the dishwasher in one firm push. "Usually, he is a very considerate boy."

"I think that I should go and check on him." It doesn’t matter that Miles likes me worrying about Wesley, I feel compelled to go to his room now. Something is definitely off. I’m mire certain of that now. Wesley isn’t the kind of person who’d let Marzia carry up food to him if he wasn’t going to eat. He Isa thoughtful person, too thoughtful to do that kind of a thing. And if he is so sick that he can’t eat, wouldn’t he be on his bed?

"That’s a good idea. If you see him, ask him if he wants lunch. I won’t bring a tray up this time unless I know he is going to eat it." Marzia huffs.

"Alright." I leave the kitchen and head for the stairs, heart pounding. Since yesterday night, I have ignored all the feel fs of unease that I had, but I can’t ignore them any longer. Something is wrong.