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

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No.” He crouched down again, making an effort to soften his voice. “You did everything right. Harold will get you something warm. Then someone will take you home to your mother.”

Her small fingers tightened around the towel.

“Are you still giving Mommy the job?”

“Yes.”

“You promise?”

Lucas Blackwood had broken enemies.

He had continue reading …