His Mafia Prince
Chapter 199: Don’t Hate Me, Please

"I don’t know, Wesley. People can fool you." I shoot him a disdainful look.

He sighs frustratedly. "If you are this angry with me, then maybe you should just drop me on the side of the road."

"And let you out of my sight again? No way." My lips curve into a mean, little smile. "I can’t wait to see how you are going to explain yourself to Miles and Sasha. It will be quite the show."

He goes very still. "You can’t take me back there. Please, Jericho. They will kill me."

"Not necessarily." He is right. I know Sasha. His first instinct will be to kill him. That’s just how my brother is. He neutralizes threats. Sasha won’t buy that story of Wesley not working with the Sawyers. I myself wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen how his father and brother were hostile with him earlier.

I don’t plan on taking him to Sasha just yet. I’m only saying that to scare him. To be honest, I don’t know what to do with Wesley. If my intention is to keep him alive, then I have to get him as far away from Miles and Sasha as possible.

Maybe I need to take him someplace where he can lie low for a few days. Just until I can figure out what I’m going to do with him. Right now, I’m just not ready to part ways with him yet.

"Then what was the point of saving me if you were just going to take me somewhere I’ll be murdered anyway?" he asks quietly. "If that was your plan, then you should have just left me alone there with Danny and Papa."

"And rob Sasha and Miles of their revenge?"

"I don’t really believe that you will let them hurt me."

"You should."

"Jericho." He calls me again quietly. "You have to believe that what’ve shared was real. I...I let you knot me. Surely, that is enough to tell you that I wasn’t faking my feelings for you. I’ve been so miserable since I left."

I feel a wave of relief and pleasure at his words. I want to believe him so badly. I want it to be true so badly that he missed me and was indeed suffering in my absence. But then I remember that he kissed the redhead. He kissed Justin! Justin didn’t kiss him. He initiated it and I saw it with my two eyes.

"So, who is that redhead to you?"

"You mean Justin?" he frowns.

"Are there more redheads?" Jealousy ravages me.

He sighs tiredly. "No. Only Justin.

Only Justin.

Wesley’s words feel like literal knives slicing through my heart. To distract myself from the painful thoughts, I pass a slow-moving truck. My car shudders from the movements caused by the heavy vehicle. I grip the wheel tightly and feel Wesley’s gaze burn on my side. I don’t want to look at him. To see how jealous I am will only satisfy him more.

He seems to catch on the jealousy though. "Justin was only helping me." He says quietly. "We are just friends."

"You kissed him. I saw you." I swallow hard. "You kissed him, Wes. I saw you do it. It wasn’t the other way round."

"Were you watching me?" he seems surprised.

"No." I lie.

"Then how did you know that I kissed him?"

"I mean, I just happened to drive up. You weren’t hard to miss right out in the open."

"Jericho, that was just a thank you kiss. Justin has been very kind to me." He says in such a plaintive voice that it is disturbing. "It was nothing. I don’t feel for him like I feel for you. I swear."

Once again, my ego throbs happily at his words, but I know better than to show it. Then I remember that he is the same liar, and that I shouldn’t trust him. How can I believe a word that comes out of his mouth? I feel like he is a stranger to me, and that I don’t know shit about him. He lied so easily before, so why wouldn’t he lie to me now? "So, you say."

"Jericho..."

I glance over at him and my heart aches as our eyes meet. The sun reflects on his hair and he looks like an angel. Literally. His eyes are so green. Even with a burst lip, he looks as perfect as ever.

"How can I ever trust you, Wesley?" I say hoarsely. "You’re a Sawyer and I’m an Adonis. We are at war."

"No, Jericho. Our families are. You and I don’t have to be enemies." He wrinkles his brow. "I don’t want us to be enemies."

"Then what do you want?" I scowl. "Do you think that is possible?"

"I...I don’t know. Just please, Jericho. Don’t hate me. Please. I can’t stand imagining that you hate me now." His lip quavers.

Part of me is bitter that he lied to me, but part of me also softens when I look at him. I’m forced to pull my gaze away from his. Wherever Wesley is concerned, I am weak. He lied to us all. He fooled us. I can’t be sure of his motives now. Much as I want to believe him, it is almost impossible.

"We should stop talking." I step on the accelerator harder. "I need to think, and I can’t do that with you talking."

He turns away and stares out the window. I glance over to take a look and all I see is a dejected Wesley. His shoulders are slumped and his cheeks look pale. He leans his head on the window and his breath fogs against the glass. He looks pained. But is he grieving over the situationship we had or for Justin? How would I know?

All I know is that I fell in love with an omega that I barely know, and now, I have to figure out what I’m going to do with him.