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

of the shots.

Not at him.

At Clara.

The first round had been aimed with precision.

The second was meant to finish her.

Whoever was orchestrating this didn’t want Clara Carter alive.

Emma crawled toward him, crying.

“Mister, is Mommy bad? Why are they shooting Mommy?”

Lucas looked at her.

And for the first time that night, he had no immediate answer.

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