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THE MAFIA BOSS CAME HOME EARLY AND HEARD HIS SILENT TRIPLETS SINGING FOR THE FIRST TIME IN 14 MONTHS — BUT WHEN HE SAW THE HOUSEKEEPER HOLDING THE DAUGHTERS HE COULD NOT REACH, HIS JEALOUSY DESTROYED THE MIRACLE

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“How?”

“You have to be home. Actually home. Breakfast. Dinner. Bedtime stories. Know their teachers. Their friends. Their songs. Their fears. Their dreams. They don’t need a mafia boss. They need a father.”

Dominic opened his mouth.

“My work—”

“Your work stole their mother,” Elena cut in.

He went still.

“Isabella died because of who you are. Because of continue reading …

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