Ian Romano was powerful. Maybe that word wouldn't be enough to define him. He had a chain of five-star hotels under his name. But mostly he was renowned for carrying out his father's business.
They were a part of mafia organisation, instead had a hotel entirely dedicated to serving the rotten. Everyone in the family was aware of it and mostly asked him to handle the shady business. He didn't do it, but he had people doing it for him.
He lived in his hotel, an entire wing on his name from where he controlled his business. Carter knew he was making a wise choice because his cousin never disappointed.
"An omega? Is it someone from your pack?" Ian gruffed
Carter massaged his forehead; his lips pressed together as he thought about it. Should he even call her that? He felt betrayed, knowin
