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

fever-bright eyes.

“You’re Mr. Blackwood.”

“Yes.”

“My daughter went to your house.” Fear and embarrassment tangled in her voice. “I told her not to. I didn’t know she’d— Emma, baby, why would you do that?”

Emma’s eyes immediately filled with tears.

“You were crying.”

Clara’s face crumpled.

She pulled Emma close and kissed the top of her head again and again.continue reading …