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

sped onto the street.

Too fast.

Too deliberate.

Lucas raised his gun.

Below, his men shouted warnings.

Harold’s voice crackled through the phone in Lucas’s pocket.

“Sir, movement on the north approach. Three vehicles. Not ours.”

Lucas looked at Clara.

Whatever she had hidden, whatever she had not said, she had kept the child alive.

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