His Mafia Prince
Chapter 183: Did You Sleep With Him?

Chapter 183: Did You Sleep With Him?

(JERICHO)

I knock on the door gently when I reach Wesley’s room. When I get no response, I push the door gently and go in. There is no sign of Wesley. I notice that his bed is made. I head into the bathroom and notice that it is empty too. I scan the empty room and anxiety eats at me. I rush to the dresser and my stomach sinks when I open the top drawer. It is empty.

"What the fuck?" I rasp. I open the rest of the drawers rushedly, only to find them empty.

I feel sick to my stomach as I turn and hurry to the closet.

Empty.

I freeze in shock as I try to come to terms with what this means. Wesley left. Wesley is gone. Without a word. Nothing. Why? Why would he suddenly decide to take off like this? It is obvious that Miles and Arlo still don’t know that he is gone. He just snuck off like a thief in the night.

I slowly sit on the edge of the bed, fighting the nausea that’s now creeping its way up my throat. I’m in utter shock. He is just gone... no goodbye, no warning, nothing. I have done nothing but think about him all night when he was just planning his escape? Why did he feel the need to escape? To leave without saying a word to anyone, much less me? I don’t understand.

Or did the violence that happened at the park made his memories of his sister resurface that he ultimately decided to leave? Was it too much for him to handle that he decided to just run away? Why didn’t he come talk to me then? I would have tried to comfort him. I know that I would have tried my best. I rub my face roughly, trying to come to terms with the fact that he is truly gone from my life and everyone else. I feel deeply gutted right now. Once again, I’m confused as to why I’m this connected to Wesley.

Apparently, he doesn’t share my feelings. That’s why he left without a word. Not a fucking word.

My legs tremble as I stand up. I have convinced myself a million times in my head that I didn’t know Wesley. Yet, I feel like part of me is gone. The idea that I might never get to talk to him again, or touch him, or kiss him feels incredibly painful. I can’t believe how gutted I am at the thought of losing him forever. I’m borderline embarrassed by how gutted I feel right now.

I need to let Arlo and Miles know because they still think he will be there to help with the baby today. I leave Wesley’s room, still reeling with shock. When I get to the sunroom, I find Miles and Arlo are still there. They both look up when I enter the room. Miles is still holding the baby, so he is a little distracted. Arlo notices my distress immediately.

"What’s the matter, Jericho?" he frowns. "Why do you look like you’ve just seen a ghost?"

"Wesley is gone." I swallow hard.

"Gone?" Arlo blinks rapidly.

"What do you mean he’s gone?" Miles stops playing with the baby and turns his attention to me.

"He is not in his room, and his stuff is missing." I slump into a chair next to Arlo.

"You mean to say that he is gone for good?" Arlo asks.

"Well, it seems like it. He took everything with him." I wince. "I guess that means that he isn’t coming back."

"When did he leave?" Miles asks in a harsh tone as he hands the baby to Arlo.,

"I...I don’t know. I think he might have left last night, because Marzia told men that she took him a tray of dinner last night and it wasn’t touched."

"Marzia said that he was unusually quiet when he took the tray to him last night. Subdued even." Arlo squints. "I assumed that he was just very tired."

"And why would he just leave like that?" I ask, knowing that no one but Wesley can answer that question. Even so, I still feel compelled to ask. "It makes no sense. Why would he sneak?"

"I told you. I knew something was off with that kid." Miles growls.

"Oh yeah?" I glare at him impatiently. "Well, he probably left because of you, Miles."

"Me?" Miles raises a brow.

"Yes. You." I snap angrily. "You made sure to constantly ride and threaten him with his job."

"Bullshit." Miles scowls. "I only warned him to not get close to you, Jericho. He was good at his job and I just didn’t want him getting close to you for personal reasons. I didn’t want him to get involved with you."

"Why was that any of your business, Miles?" I shake my head in disappointment. "You had no right to butt into our friendship. You made sure he was uncomfortable. Thanks Miles. He ran away."

"Stop it, Jericho." Arlo says. "Miles did nothing wrong. He was just trying to protect you. None of us know much about Wesley. He wasn’t a fan of speaking about himself. Miles simply looked out for you because he cares about you."

"Yeah. I know. More like a control freak." I rasp. "He hated that Wesley and I had a connection."

Miles lets out a harsh laugh. "You’re damn right, Jericho. I didn’t want the two of you to have a connection."

"And why did it matter to you?"

"Why?" Miles looks at me as if I have grown two heads. "Sasha would skin me alive if he learnt that I allowed you to get involved with our Manny. Think about that. How do you think Sasha would have viewed that? That I let you get involved with the Manny?"

"Wesley was more than just his job." My face twitches as I hold his angry gaze. "I really liked him."

"You what?" Miles laughs. "Well, that’s adorable, but you damn well know that that wasn’t going anywhere, you are an Adonis, kid."

"You think I don’t know that?"

"Jesus, Jericho." Miles grumbles face flushed. "You can’t seriously get worked up over some lowly omega. To make it worse, an Irish one."

"So, what if he is Irish? I don’t care about that." I rake my hands through my hair frustratedly.

"You better start caring." Miles laughs harshly. "We are at war with the Irish now."

"But Wesley isn’t a part of that war." Arlo frowns.

"How would we know that?" Miles shrugs. "He could have been sent here to spy on us for all I know. The Sharks and the Sayers could have had him planted in our home so he could murder us in our sleep."

"He wouldn’t have protected me and baby Reign if he wanted to kill us." I snap.

"I agree." Arlo gives me a supportive nod. He however appears to be uneasy. It is probably stressful to be supporting an opposite side from his alpha on the subject of Wesley.

"You agree with him now?" Miles asks, scowling at Arlo.

"I doubt that Wesley was sent here to harm us." Arlo lists his chin stubbornly. "He has been of great help to us. He has helped me to be a better dad to baby Reign. I don’t see why we should suddenly turn on him and start to say disdainful things about him, maybe something scared him and he ran away. Maybe it’s what happened at the park yesterday."

"Maybe." Miles says, looking unconvinced. "Either way, I knew there was something off about him."

"He was different, but that doesn’t always mean that he is bad in a way." I hold Miles’ irritable gaze. "He just wasn’t built like us. He was kind, and thoughtful. He was... special."

Miles’ disgusted look makes heat rush to my face. I now get the idea that he is annoyed at the idea that I wanted to be closer to Wesley.

"Special?" he curls his lip.

"Yes, and now he ran away because you were being a bully." I don’t flinch from his angry glare once.

"Listen here, Jericho―" Miles says angrily.

Arlo wraps his arm around Miles. "Don’t be mad at him, love. It’s now obvious that they were closer than we realized."

Miles glances at Arlo impatiently, but says nothing.

My face still feels hot as I hold Arlo’s curious gaze.

"You’re so upset that Wesley left, Jericho." Arlo says softly.

"Yes, I am."

"Can I... ask you something personal?"

"Why?" I scowl. I know that much as Arlo seems less aggressive, none of them would approve of me having a relationship with Wesley. Of that, I am certain.

Arlo shrugs. "I just want to know why you are so angry that Wesley left without saying a word. It’s obvious that you have taken his sudden exit quite personally."

I purse my lips. I can’t help feeling confused and embarrassed. Of course, I’m hurt that Wesley left without a word, but they can never understand why I’m this hurt unless I’m completely honest with them, and the thought of that alone makes my stomach turn. I highly doubt that they would understand why I’m being a pill and be compassionate with me.

Arlo doesn’t wait for my response. "Jericho, did you and Wesley get close?"

I flinch but remain silent.

"You did, right?" Arlo grimaces. "Jericho, did you and Wesley actually... sleep together?"

Miles makes a strangled sound. I thought my face was hot, but now, it feels like an egg frying on a rock in the Cancun sun. My throat is tight. I can’t speak. Not that I would know what to say anyway.

"That’s it. Isn’t it?" Arlo wills"

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