The Don’s Secret Family

Summary

I woke in the middle of the night to my Don husband murmuring in his sleep.

“Juno, be good. Tomorrow I’ll buy you and Mamma a new house.”

My eyes flew open.

Juno?

That was the name I’d always planned for a purebred Ceylon cat I dreamed of owning, but I’d never gotten one because of my pet fur allergy.

And a new house?

Could this just be a coincidence?

I shook him lightly. “What did you just say?”

He frowned and mumbled coarsely, “Had a nightmare. Dreamt of a shootout.”

I didn’t press further.

In the darkness, I reached for his phone and silently opened his messages.