My Wesley

(JERICHO)

"Do you want me to make sure he goes for good? That he never comes back?" Luca asks, cracking his knuckles. "I could silence him permanently if you want."

A chill runs through my spine as I wait for Miles' answer.

"I'm not sure about that."

I grit my teeth, stifling the urge to strangle both of them to death. Why are they this casual with the idea of murdering Wesley? They are so callous and nonchalant with how they are discussing his death, and that makes me sick to my stomach.

"I don't want to kill the kid," Miles says. "Of course, he is a pain in the sass but he still saved Jericho and the baby. He risked his life for theirs. For that, I think he deserves some grace.

"That's true."

"Don't tell Arlo that you saw Wesley, okay?" Miles says in a stern tone. "He is soft when it comes to matters like this, and I don't want him telling Jericho about it."

"I don't even feel right about letting Alto know. He is my boss."