*Tallon*
There was never a worse time to be the boss than during a crisis, and despite learning it years ago, I kept being reminded of that fact, especially now.
Natalia was surprisingly quiet the whole trip home, looking rather downcast as she stared out the jet’s windows. She didn’t ask questions about why I needed to go home so urgently, and she didn’t seem to wonder why my personality had flipped on its head.
Sometimes I wondered if she had actually figured out who I was and what I did. Maybe she was just pretending not to know.
But I knew how ridiculous that sounded, even in my own head.
There was no way Natalia knew I was the Don of the Italian mafia.
Natalia didn’t complain about the rush from the landing zone, even being her sweet and polite self as she helped the process go quicker. A car was waiting for us at the airport, and I directed them to Natalia’s place before heading to the compound.
