CAELLUM’S POV

“I don’t think I owe you an explanation on how I run my pack, Arturo.” I hissed at the sorry excuse of a man seated in my fucking living room. 

Anger coursed through me as I saw the look of realization settle on Naledi’s face. I’d given one order - one fucking instruction to keep her away from this place until I sent him away. But what did they do? 

They sent her right here a few minutes after I gave the said order. Korah had some fucking explanation to do. 

“Oh don’t be rude. The Cosa Nostra is my baby. Granted, you betrayed me and took over...