The dominant omega stepped back when she saw the insignia on Harlan's gun, her eyes widening as she shook her head slowly. The gold emblem glinted under the dim lights of the trade room, unmistakable to anyone who knew the Corleone name. She stared at it for a long second, her lips parting in disbelief. "No," she whispered, almost to herself. "It's fake. Anyone can fake that."
But even as she said it, doubt crept in. The way Harlan held the steady weapon... like it was an extension of his hand. The calm in his eyes, the way he didn't flinch when all those guns turned on him... it felt too real. Her mind raced.
'Could he actually be from the Corleone house?' The thought made her stomach twist. If he was, then everything she had built here... the control, the power, the money... was over.
She swallowed hard, forcing her expression back to cold confidence.
