Chapter 163: Take Your Time
(WESLEY)
"I usually find some parts of the family business boring." He says as he examines his glossy manicured nails."
"Really?" I frown. "What do you prefer doing instead?"
"Anything apart from doing anything mafia." He looks up. "Beating or torturing someone because they stole from us doesn’t sit right with me. I’d rather read or so some art instead of indulging in such thuggish behavior."
"Actually, I’m surprised to hear you say that."
"Why? You assume that everybody in the mafia is violent?" he shakes his head. "Well, my brother lives for the violence. I don’t though. I hate it."
Much as I agree with his take about the mafia, I find him being this open with me unsettling. We don’t know each other at all. And I don’t want him to regret opening up to me like this. I don’t want him to think that he needs to shut me up. "Well, all families have disagreements among them." I say brightly.
"I guess." I shrug.
"Plus, Aral has a lot to tend to. His hands are gull with this little one. Maybe he could use some help." I smile at baby Reign.
"You think so?" Jericho asks, inching closer to me while smiling at the baby in my arms. "Hey there, baby Reign, do you remember your favorite uncle?" he leans closer to the baby and his citrus cologne mixed with his scent fills my nose.
I will myself to not stare at Jericho but I can’t. He is mesmerizing. I like how flawless his skin is and how his dark lashes flutter against his cheeks. He glances up and I notice that his eyes are a lavender shade of blue. My pulse goes haywire when our eyes meet. The effect Jericho has on me has me borderline embarrassed. It seems to be an instinctive reaction that I have no control over.