THE LITTLE GIRL SCREAMED “DON’T MARRY HER!” AT THE MAFIA BOSS’S WEDDING—AND HER ONE PHOTOGRAPH EXPOSED A DEADLY LIE

marble beneath his feet.

Upstairs, Elena heard the blast while carrying clean towels. She found Sophia coming out of the bedroom with her gray bear clutched in one hand, face white.

“Under the table,” Elena ordered.

They hid beneath the heavy oak refectory table in the staff dining room until footsteps came down the corridor.

Boots.

Not kitchen shoes.

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