His Mafia Prince

(WESLEY)

Jericho seems perfectly comfortable sitting on my bed even though we are strangers. Is that supposed to show me something about him? I wonder why he is so comfortable in a strange omega’s bed. It goes through my mind to mention that staying in my room might not be the most appropriate thing to do. But I changed my mind since he is already doing me a huge favor. He can sit on my bed for as long as he wants.

I quickly step into the shower. As I strip off my boxers, I hear him speaking to baby Reign. Once more, I can’t help but smile. There is something about Jericho that amuses me. He seems nothing like the brother to head of the Triple Triad syndicate. I didn’t give much thought to Sasha Adonis and his family. If I had pictured Sasha Adonis’ younger brother, I would have pictured him as a burly dumb thuggish type. But Jericho is none of that. He seems refined and surprisingly considerate.

But he is still mafia, therefore still dangerous.

"Yeah, right." I mumble to the image of myself in the mirror. "Don’t let Jericho’s niceness fool you, he would gut you like a fish if he knew who you are in an instant."

I know this because I know how my family would react if the situation was reversed to them. My brother and Papa would flip out. That I know. They would flip out if they learnt that I was living at Miles’ Caspar home. To my father and brother, things are very black and white. I’m certain that they would see me as a traitor for associating myself with an Italian family mob. They wouldn’t think twice before murdering me. They would surely murder me, because they threatened to do that if I dared to run away. Now that I ruined their little plan for the merger, I know that they will definitely not forgive me.

Not that I would ask for their forgiveness anyway.

I shake my head to dismiss all thoughts of Jericho and my family. Other people shouldn’t mean anything, I’m perfectly happy living my solitary life. All that matters is just me and the kids that I take care of. I’m perfectly fulfilled by taking care of the babies that are assigned to me. Do I wish I had my own kids? Yes. But that’s never going to happen. So, I direct all the love that I have in me to other people’s children. At least, it softens the blow of being a defective omega.

I step into the shower and wash up as quickly as I can. I scrub my body and hair thoroughly with an orange scented shampoo and shower gel. I don’t bother to shave when I get out of the shower. My stubble grows slightly. It’s like the brown hair in my head. I dress fast and head out of the steamy bathroom.