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

Lily’s hand. The girl carried a sheet of construction paper, talking with her whole body, hands lifting, head tilting, feet skipping every few steps like the sentence inside her was too big to walk normally.

Then Lily threw her head back and laughed.

Damen’s hands went still on the wheel.

It was his laugh.

The one he had not used in years.

The one his mother continue reading …