Kaelen POV
Naomi is having a hard time grasping my words.
Her mouth opens. Closes. Opens again. No sound comes out. Her honey eyes are wide, fixed on my face like she is seeing me for the first time.
I just told her the truth. The whole truth. About the Russians. About Henderson. About the man at the gate.
And about who I really am.
"I am the don of the Italian mafia," I say. The words hang in the air like smoke. "Not just a billionaire. Not just a crime lord. The don. The head of the family."
She sinks onto the couch. Her hand presses against her chest.
"The don," she repeats. Her voice is barely a whisper.
"Yes."
"You... you are the head of the Italian mafia?"
"I have been for ten years. Since my father was killed."
She shakes her head. Her dark curls bounce. "I did not sign u
