His Mafia Prince

(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.