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

back toward her.

“Where did she stand?”

Emma pointed toward the tiny kitchen table.

“There. She looked at Mommy’s paper and wrote something on it.”

Lucas’s gaze shifted to Clara’s resume resting on the counter where Emma had left it after returning home.

He walked over and picked it up.

At first he noticed only Clara’s employment history, the carefully written continue reading …