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

of the cross before remembering whose house he was standing in.

Lucas’s expression never changed.

But something deep behind his eyes turned completely dark.

Little dove.

There was only one person he had ever heard use that phrase.

Mara Voss.

A woman whose voice sounded like silk drawn across broken glass.

A broker.

A fixer.

An assassin whenever the price justified continue reading …