THE MAFIA BOSS WENT COMPLETELY STILL WHEN A LITTLE GIRL ENTERED HIS MANSION AND SAID, “MY MOM COULDN’T COME TODAY…”

Emma Carter gave a small nod, and a drop of rain slid from the tip of her uneven ponytail, landing on the floor between them.

“Yes, sir,” she said. “I took the bus to the big road, then I walked. I knew the house because Mommy wrote down the address.”

Lucas Blackwood lowered his eyes to the folded resume she was clutching.

The corners were wet.

She had continue reading …