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

Clara’s head had been moments before.

Emma screamed.

Lucas shielded her with his body.

Clara clung desperately to her daughter, coughing and shaking as dust and plaster rained from the damaged wall.

Then gunfire answered from the street below.

One shot.

Two.
Then came the screech of tires tearing across wet pavement.

Lucas lifted his head instantly.

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