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

the door handle in the way of a man whose hand was never empty for long.

They were two blocks from Clara’s building when Eli’s eyes flicked toward the mirror.

“Boss. Movement. Four men. Nine o’clock. Other end of the block.”

Damen had his phone in his hand before Eli finished.

“Clara. Take her down the back stairs. Now.”

He did not wait for her answer.

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