His Mafia Prince
Chapter 212: The Sawyers Die Tonight

Chapter 212: The Sawyers Die Tonight

(JERICHO)

To protect the mental health of your omega, sometimes you have to keep secrets.

I haven’t told Wesley anything about what has been going on with the Sawyers. Ever since I took Wesley from them, the Triple Triads have been receiving constant threats. They vowed to kill Wesley and the unborn baby and swore no mercy upon them. They claim that they want Wesley’s blood spilled, and that nothing else will satisfy them apart from that.

In the Italian syndicate however, we have a commission that serves as a governing body that meditates disputes and oversees operations among the mafia syndicates. But I’m certain that the Irish don’t have that. If they did, we’d petition to get Peter and Danny under control. But they don’t have a commission. So we can’t get those two back on their leashes.

Unlike Italian mobs, the Irish mobs don’t usually have structure. Italian mobs have clear hierarchies and are highly structured. There are bosses, underbosses, soldiers, capos and associates. Irish mobs are loosely organised and they have individual gangs that mostly operate independently. Their leadership is less formal and is always influenced by other peoples’ decisions. In short, they are a bunch of hooligans who don’t know which way is up.

And that brings me to one conclusion, Peter Sawyer and his son have to die.

I talked to Sasha earlier about it and he’d already agreed to help me take them down. He has finally accepted that I’m in love with Wesley. He isn’t particularly nice to him, but that is typical of him. He takes time to warm up to people. What makes me positive that he has accepted Wesley into the family is because he is willing to go into battle with me to protect him. Sasha never does anything that he doesn’t want to do.

Miles is tagging along too. Arlo wanted to come as well but Miles explained that if they both wound up dead, then baby Reign would remain an orphan. That hard truth made Arlo stay at home.

Tonight’s the night that we take out Danny and Peter Sawyer. Wesley knows nothing about the operation. I’m certain that he would lose his mind if he learned about it. don’t intend to die tonight, but sometimes, shut happens. Kissing Wesley goodbye was distressing. To think that it might have possibly been the last time I kissed him sank my heart. I touched his growing belly and bid our growing baby goodbye too.

Just in case.

As far as Wesley knows, I’m having dinner with Arlo discussing port business. If Indie, he will be blind sighted. Gutted. Devastated. But I have to protect him. I have to do this. If we don’t take out that crazy family now, I’m sure that they will someday corner him somewhere. Much as Wesley has our protection, we can’t be around him every second of every other day for the rest of his life. What if one day I’m not there to protect him? I can’t bear the thought of losing him. I have to neutralise the threat now.

We had some operatives spread a fake story about me and Wesley having a huge fight. The lie is that Wesley is so upset that he refuses to stay in the same house with me. We spread the rumour that he is hiding in some old warehouse where he is alone and completely vulnerable. We have heard rumours that Danny and Peter Sawyer believe the story and are on their way to dispose Wesley while he is defenceless.

Sasha, Miles and I reach the warehouse early enough just to make sure that we arrive before the Irish.

The old warehouse stands at the edge of the city, surrounded by a chain link fence that is coated with patches of rust. Some of its sections are missing even. The building itself is a massive structure with faded brick walls. The large corrugated metal roof is dented and partially covered with moss, which adds more sense to the abandonment. Broken windows, most of them shielded with wooden planks lining the upper levels make the building look even more foreboding. The only entrance is a heavy sliding door that creaks ominously as we push it open.

My pulse picks up as we enter the building. There is always a chance that the Irish got her first. There are so many noises and creaks in the big structure that it is almost impossible to feel secure. Miles and Sasha take the lead as usual. I have never been on an assignment like this, and I’m not sure what it will turn out to be, but I would give anything to protect my omega.

Sasha has always shielded me from this gritty side of things as much as he could. To be honest, I think if Sasha could make me stay home tonight, he would have. But Wesley is my omega, and I’m bound to protect him. So I needed to be here.

The air inside the building is thick with dust and a faint smell of metal and oil. The warehouse is dark, with only the moon light filtering through the windows that aren’t boarded up. The moonlight casts long creepy shadows on the floor and the cobwebs hang high from the exposed beams of the ceiling. Piles of crates and debris are scattered all over.

Sasha is positioned near the entrance where he can watch the door with the scope of his rifle ensuring that nobody ambushes us inside. Miles has perched behind a stack of old crates not so far from Sasha, ready with his hand gun. I’m farther from the entrance than I’d like, but Sasha insisted that I stay there and unless I was going to throw a hissy fit, I had to obey.

We wait patiently. The silence in the warehouse is eerie. Except for the occasional dripping of water that echoes through the space and a faint sound of rustling rodents., the wait is long and tiring until eventually, the silence is broken by the distant sound of an approaching engine.

Sasha signals with a quick hand for us to get ready. The engine outside quiets and we wait for Danny and Peter Sawyer to make an appearance. My nerves jar as the heavy rusty door slides open once again, and the silhouette of a man stands at the entrance, gun in hand.

"Come out, Come out Wesley. Wherever you are." Danny’s mocking sound echoes through the building. "We know you’re in here crying your little eyes off because you had a fight with Jericho. Come out now."

I’m uneasy that I don’t see Peter Sawyer. He isn’t with Danny and that makes the hairs at the back of my neck rise. I glance around the building, hoping to catch sight of him. There is no way that Danny came alone. That means that fucker is in here lurking somewhere. It is so frustrating that I can’t communicate with Miles and Sasha. I Don’t even see them anymore. Did they shift their positions?

Danny enters the building, eyes darting around the dark structure. He stealthily moves down the space while he checks all the nooks and corners where he thinks that Wesley might be hiding. Sweat beads on my brow because deep down I know that Peter Sawyer is in this building, I just have no idea where.

Danny walks past the spot where Sasha is hiding, but Sasha doesn’t make a move. We can’t make a move until we know where Peter is. Danny fires his gin in the air and I jump.

"You little pussy, show your face. Stop hiding. Come out and face me like the man you claim to be." Danny snarls, turning in a circle with his gun at arm’s length. "Come on, Wesley. What are you hiding for? You aren’t nearly as tough without your alpha here fighting the battle for you, now are you?"

I’d love to punch Danny on his ugly fucking face for taunting my omega. But I’ll only be satisfied when they’re both six feet under. If Peter Sawyer doesn’t appear soon, Danny will figure out that Wesley isn’t in the building. Then what?