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

her mother’s collar.

Her eyes fixed on his hand.

“You have a gun?”

He moved it behind his back, tucked it into his waistband, and crouched to her level.

“Lily, close your eyes for me. Don’t look. Can you do that?”

She nodded once and pressed her face into Clara’s neck.

Damen took Clara’s elbow and moved them down the rear stairwell, through the basement continue reading …