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

sat a handwritten note in careful blue ink.

Available immediately. Reliable. Discreet. Will accept night shifts. Please consider me.

Lucas’s attention lingered on the word discreet far longer than necessary.

Desperation was something he understood well.

He had witnessed it in debtors, grieving widows, and men staring down the barrels of guns.

But the desperation continue reading …