His Mafia Prince

(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.