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

credentials had opened the gate.

Victor, who had spent fifteen years driving Lucas and had never betrayed him once.

Unless he had.

Or unless someone wanted Lucas to believe he had.

Clara studied his face.

“What is it?”

Lucas folded the paper with deliberate care.

“Pack a bag,” he said.

“What?”

“You and Emma are leaving this apartment.”

Clara forced herself upright continue reading …