Kelvin's POV
"How are my babies?"
Moi Padre's words are blunt. He's never sounded so formal with me and for a minute, I'm thrown in a state of frenzy. Right now, he is Don Donovan to me.
Does he know about the burnt warehouse? Is he only asking because he cares? Of course, he cares about them. If obsessed could be replicated with it, that would be the perfect word.
Tons of questions race through my mind, ones I don't have answers to and I'm desperately curious about.
I made sure to trap all my staff and seal their lips with my authority. The fight that broke out the last time wasn't about my inability to deliver clients' coke, so how did he...
"Figlio?"
"Si,"
I snap out of my head. It appears that he's been calling my attention for a while now.
"Is there anything I should kn
