THE LITTLE GIRL ASKED TO SIT WITH A STRANGER—BUT HER MOTHER NEVER EXPECTED THE MAFIA BOSS TO RECOGNIZE HER FACE

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Then the door closed.

The rain swallowed their footsteps in seconds.

Damen stood where he was, looking through wet glass as Clara and Lily moved down the sidewalk, one tall figure and one small one hurrying through rain until the street turned and took them out of sight.

Marcus came to his elbow.

“Boss, you want me to look into her?”

“No.”

Damen’s voice continue reading …