His Mafia Prince
Chapter 200: Don’t Bury Us, I Got You

Chapter 200: Don’t Bury Us, I Got You

(WESLEY)

We drive for two hours straight. I’m gutted that now Jericho seems to despise me. The way he looks at me now is different from the way he used to when we first met. I want the warm, funny version of Jericho, not this glum, surly one.

Anxiety also eats at me about my family finally catching up with me. I’m terrified throughout the drive that my father may send somebody to ambush us. But I’m glad when no one tries to stop us. Apart from fearing for my life, I’m also worried for Justin. Danny knocked him out cold. Justin just came into my apartment to inform me that the test results were the same as the first.

I am pregnant.

Much as that should be a dream come true, I’m in a real mess. Now pregnant with Jericho’s child, but we aren’t together, and judging by how angry and intrusting Jericho is towards me, I realise that we will never be together. Now I’m going to have to raise this baby by myself. I know for a fact that when I reach a certain point of pregnancy, it will be hard to work. But then I can’t count on Jericho or his family to help me. I can’t even dare to tell them that I am pregnant. Telling them will cost me my life and that of my unborn baby.

I glance at Jericho and take in his grim profile. I get why he is angry and hurt. I would be too. I get that he feels betrayed by me. But I can’t stand the idea that he thinks I lied about us, and what we shared too. Yes, I lied about so many sensitive things about my life, but when it comes to my feelings for Jericho, 1 never once lied. That day we slept together was one of the most moving moments of my life. I’ve never felt safer or more cherished than that day in Jericho’s arms. But he doesn’t believe me. He doesn’t trust that it was real to me. And I have no idea how to convince him otherwise.

It is early afternoon by the time the skyline of the city rises in the distance. I’m worried that Jericho might drive me straight to Sasha’s home. I doubt that he would do anything to hurt me, but then I have never seen Jericho this angry, I’m not sure of what he might do. He already threatened me that he would, and the only thing that is giving me hope at all is the fact that he protected me from Danny and Papa today.

Would he have protected me if he intended to throw me to the wolves? I know for a fact that Sasha Adonis will not show me mercy. Jericho must know that too. Telling Sasha that I’m pregnant won’t help either. Perhaps that would give him more reason to want me dead.

Once we reach the outskirts, I expect Jericho to drive me straight into the heart of the city towards his family estate. But then he takes a turn into the cobblestone driveway of some quaint-looking hotel called the Las Jonas. His lips are pressed into a grim line when he turns to face me.

"Are... are we staying here?" I ask, hoping that recharged his mind. If he wants to spend some alone time with me, then I think that that’s a good sign. I know that it is close to impossible, but I might try to reassure him of who I am. That I’m not the liar and manipulator that he now thinks I am. That Jones isn’t my real name, and that I lied about who my family was, but the one thing that I didn’t lie about is how I feel about him, and that whoever he knew was the real me.

He exhales harshly. "I don’t know what to do with you yet."

"Okay." I nod, forcing myself to sound calm when in reality, my heart wants to jump out of my chest. It’s good that he is conflicted. Maybe his feelings for me are as deep as I hoped. If he is stalling handing me over to his deadly brother, then that is a good thing. "I...I want to stay here with you, Jericho."

His eyes are dark brown and hostile as they glare at me. "Why?"

I lift a shoulder. "Because I missed you?" I admit.

"I don’t know that I believe you, Wes." His eyes flicker.

Frustration eats at me, but I’m forced to stifle it. If I were him, I wouldn’t trust me either. He has his reasons. I need to prove to him that I am worthy of his trust. "Let’s get a room here, please, Jericho. We can talk about things more easily if you aren’t driving."

He shrugs. "Maybe."

"I’m hungry, I bet you are too." I give him a little smile which he ignores.

He hesitates for a but then opens the door. "Let’s go." I open my mouth to say something but he slams the door shut before I can respond.

I bite my tongue and get out of the car. The valet gives me a funny look, and it is then that I remember that I have a burst lip. I move towards Jericho and my face warms. He puts his hand on the small of my back and removes it immediately. Even so, it comforts me that his first instinct was to touch me. He is trying so hard to keep the distance between us. I don’t really think that he wants that though. He is confused because I hurt him, and now it is my job to reassure him and show him that whatever we had together, though brief, meant the world to me.

The Las Jonas Inn is charming with a classic brick façade and ivy colour walls. On the side of the hotel sits a small garden courtyard. It is filled with flowers and the sound of trickling water.

The clerk behind the desk must recognise Jericho because he stumbles over his words and his pen drops more than once. He doesn’t question when Jericho uses a fake name to register. He doesn’t even ask for ID. I tend to forget that Jericho is an Adonis. People fear the Adonises for a reason. I should probably keep that in mind. Even though Jericho’s energy is gentler than Sasha’s, I need to remember that he is still an Adonis.

The room turns out to be nicer than I expected. Natural light filters through the lace-draped windows. There is only one queen-sized bed, and when I notice that, my pulse picks. I know that Jericho could have asked for a room with two beds, but he didn’t.

I switch on the lamp by the side of the bed even though it is daytime. I’m so nervous and I don’t know how to act around him. Jericho was so hurt and distant in the car, but he asked for just one bed. I’m not sure what that might mean. I’d give the world to sleep in his arms tonight. Or is he planning to make me sleep on the floor?

He slips out of his jacket and then slumps into the leather chair by the window. I study his brooding profile. He stares out the window with a lock of hair on his forehead and a scowl on his face. I want to go to him, touch him, kiss him and smooth that frown away. But odds are that frown will deepen if I move closer to him.

I perch on the edge of the bed. My stomach growls loudly and for a moment, I’m embarrassed. He glances over and I wince. "Sorry."

He studies me, looking somehow snotty in his dark suit and red tie. He reminds me so much of the day we first met. At first, he seemed snobbish, but then he helped me with the baby while I took a shower. When I remember that first meeting, my heart aches. It feels like ages ago. I want that Jericho back. I want the smiley alpha who made little jokes.

"We should order food." He says in a brusque tone. "You said that you were hungry."

"Okay." I smile tentatively, but when he doesn’t respond, I say, "I don’t have my wallet. I left it back at the apartment."

He narrows his gaze at me. "Why would you need your wallet?"

"I don’t know." I shrug. "To pay my half?"

He sighs loudly then gets up. When he approaches me, my heart does a literal somersault. But then, he goes to the phone on the nightstand. I feel a pang of disappointment that he wasn’t coming to me. But of course, he wasn’t. He is still very upset with me. He dials the kitchen and doesn’t ask me what I want. He speaks softly into the phone and doesn’t ask me what I want. He speaks softly into the phone and then sets the receiver down.

I try to make the mood light. So, I say, "You didn’t actually pretend to order food, but actually call Sasha, right?"

"Maybe."

"Jericho, stop. You’re making me nervous. You’re so serious."

"Good." He says. "This is a serious occasion." He studies me. "I’m trying to decide what to do with you, Wes. If I decide a certain way, you’ll probably die. You think that’s a joking matter?

"You won’t do that to me." I get up and we face each other. "I...I just don’t believe that you will intentionally put me in the way of harm."

"I didn’t know the real you." He shrugs. "What makes you think that you know the real me?"

"I know you," I say softly and move towards him. The way his breathing picks up instantly makes me a tad bit relieved. He is really trying to act like I mean nothing to him. But he’s a fake. "I liked the old version of you better."

"Why? Because he was a naïve pushover?"

"He wasn’t either of those things." I take the chance and hold his palm. "He was funny, warm. He protected me and made me feel safe."

He yanks his hand away angrily. "He was stupid. That’s what. Tell me something. Are you like this with redhead too, Wesley? Do you touch him and try to seduce him when you aren’t getting things done like you want?"

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