His Mafia Prince
Chapter 190: My Wesley

Chapter 190: My Wesley

(JERICHO)

"Do you want me to make sure he goes for good? That he never comes back?" Luca asks, cracking his knuckles. "I could silence him permanently if you want."

A chill runs through my spine as I wait for Miles’ answer.

"I’m not sure about that."

I grit my teeth, stifling the urge to strangle both of them to death. Why are they this casual with the idea of murdering Wesley? They are so callous and nonchalant with how they are discussing his death, and that makes me sick to my stomach.

"I don’t want to kill the kid," Miles says. "Of course, he is a pain in the sass but he still saved Jericho and the baby. He risked his life for theirs. For that, I think he deserves some grace.

"That’s true."

"Don’t tell Arlo that you saw Wesley, okay?" Miles says in a stern tone. "He is soft when it comes to matters like this, and I don’t want him telling Jericho about it."

"I don’t even feel right about letting Alto know. He is my boss."

"We both are." Miles rumbles.

"Yes, I know. But he was my boss first. I...I just don’t want Arlo to get mad at me when he finds out that I knew about Wesley and kept it from him."

"Don’t worry about that. I’ll take the blame." Miles says. "Arco won’t tell Jericho what he doesn’t know. If he learns about that, he might tell Jericho, and Jericho might try to go after Wesley himself. We are in the middle of a war now, and that’s too dangerous. I can’t have Jericho doing that now."

"That’s valid," Luca says. "Jericho shouldn’t be sneaking out on his own trying to find Wesley."

"Alright. Just do as I tell you now. Okay? This is what’s best for Jericho. We can keep him safe this way." Miles says in a condescending tone. "Sometimes we got to protect people from themselves."

Frustration eats at me intensely, and I have to bite my tongue to stop myself from screaming. I’m not a little kid anymore. It irks me that all the time, Miles has to find petty reasons to berate me and treat me like some little boy. I don’t need him to protect me from Wesley for God’s sake. He is so damn controlling sometimes and he gets on my nerves so badly

"I have an idea. How about we bribe Wesley to stay away from Jericho? That would be a solution that keeps him alive and quiet at the same time."

Miles grunts. "You think he will accept the money?"

"I’m not sure. Sometimes I get the feeling that the kid has a code of honour. But everyone loves money. It might be worth a try. Maybe he will accept it."

"Or it might piss him off and make him come back out of spite," Miles says drool. "He can’t be around Jericho. I don’t know how Jericho might react. I’ve seen him with tons of omegas, but none of them has ever got him smitten like Wesley has. Wesley is probably aware of that. Who knows? He might try and use that to his advantage."

"You think so?"

"I mean, it’s a possibility. That kid was hiding shit when he was here. Who knows what he might be capable of?"

"Yeah?"

"Oh, I’m certain. I looked deeper into that story he told me about his sister dying in a shooting."

"You did?"

"Yeah. I had a feeling he was lying about it the entire time. Six people died that day. However, there’s no record of any young girl among the victims of that day."

"Really?" Luca asks in an uneasy tone. "You mean Wesley can lie about his sister’s death?"

That part catches me by surprise. What could possibly be the reason for Wesley to lie about his sister dying? Unless Miles got it wrong about her name missing from the list of victims. But Miles doesn’t usually miss on such things. If Wesley’s sister’s name had been among the victims’, odds are Miles would have seen it.

A phone buzzing in the room catches Miles’ attention, and he says, "I need to get this; it must be Sasha."

"Should I go back to Magenta and offer Wesley the money? See if he takes it?" Luca asks.

"No. Let’s just sit for now." Miles gets up and the chair creeks. "We will deal with him if he tries to come back."

Their voices move towards the door. A pang of relief hits me.

"Hello," Miles answers the phone and seconds later, the door shuts with a soft click.

I wait for a little longer just to make sure that they are both gone. I slowly sit up, climbing to my feet, excited at the last second that Luca mentioned the name of the place where he bumped into Wesley. The Magenta Restaurant. That should be an easy find. That means that I have a trail to follow, which, if I’m lucky enough, should lead me right to Wesley.

I leave the study and immediately look up the Magenta Café and Restaurant on my maps. There are several branches of the café across the state, but just one is located in this city. It should be a few hours drive. It makes sense that it is the location where Luca crossed paths with Wesley.

Even though I’m ecstatic about seeing Wesley, I realise that he might not be happy to see me. He ran away from me for a reason. He might be spooked by my sudden appearance, and I’m not sure what I might do then to convince him that I’m on his side. I need to remind him that he can be safe with me. That he can trust me. I need to remind him of the connection we had, however short. I know that it wasn’t just me who felt that, he did too.

Wesley is going to have to trust me.

After all, I’m not the enemy.

***

I have parked outside The Magenta Café and Restaurant for about fifteen minutes. My heart is beating out of my chest. I called the café earlier to make sure that Wesley is working his shift tonight. From my car, I can’t see inside the restaurant clearly. So, I haven’t had a glimpse of him yet, But I know that he is in there. The thought alone has butterflies building in my stomach.

My hands tremble as I grip the steering wheel. I knew that I would be nervous, but not this much. I can’t wait to see Wesley, but at the same time, I’m terrified that he might be upset that traced him to the café. He might even think that I’ve been stalking him. But I need him, or a part of him, at the very least. I realise that this is a tricky situation for us both. There are a lot of obstacles barring us from being together.

I can never claim him.

It is absurd that the thought of not being able to claim Wesley doesn’t sit well with me. Never once have I been bothered about wanting to claim an omega. Sasha and I have argued a lot about me not wanting to claim an omega. But when it comes to Wesley, it’s like I’m someone else. He has something in me that I can’t fight no matter how much I try,

But I know that as much as my feelings are this string for him, I can’t give him my bite. My family would never approve of me claiming him because he can’t have kids. It is already bad enough that he is Irish. Being barren is just unacceptable in the Adonis family. The omega that I decide to claim has to be able to give me kids. That’s non-negotiable. Even I know that.

Even so, 1 can still take care of him. I can protect him. Wesley can still be mine. I can set him in a nice place where we can be together at will. He’d still be mine even if I didn’t claim him. I know that eventually, Sasha will insist that I have children of my own. That doesn’t mean that I won’t have Wesley on my side. Most of the guys in the mafia marry suitable omegas, but they still have the omegas they want by their side.

It worries me that Wesley might not agree to that sort of arrangement. I worry that he might be too prideful. But I’m not just going to give him up without at least trying to fight for him. I need him in my life. I have to find a way to convince him that being together part-time, even if it isn’t the ideal situation, is better than nothing. That’s how I feel. We bonded the day we had sex and I know he felt it too. But will that be enough, I have to convince him, even if he is scared.

But I’m not going to convince him of anything if I keep sitting like a coward in my car. I exhale shakily as I open my car door. At that exact time, the café door suddenly opens too, and Wesley steps out. My heart literally flips at the sight of him. Even across the parking lot, I can feel it. His scent.

My Wesley!