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

” Lucas said.

Harold’s expression softened almost invisibly.

“And Harold?”

“Yes, sir?”

“If anyone approaches them, I want them alive long enough to speak.”

The next morning, Clara Carter opened her eyes to find her daughter sleeping beside her.

A bag of groceries sat on the kitchen table.

And Lucas Blackwood occupied a chair near the window.

Clara screamed.continue reading …