His Mafia Prince

"No." Wesley scowls. "Justin wouldn’t do anything that despicable." "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."