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 the position as Alpha, do you also want to cut me off from the family?” Arturo Morello asked with a corny smile on his lips.
I couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes focused on Naledi, who looked like a boiling Cauldron pot. I could hear her brains working overtime, all the way from here. This was a disaster.