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

shield.

A black SUV screeched to the curb. Harold was behind the wheel, face tight with focus.

Lucas pushed Clara inside first, then Emma, then climbed in after them.

“Estate?” Harold asked.

Lucas looked back through the rain-streaked window.

At the far end of the street stood a woman beneath a red umbrella.

Black hair.

Red lips.

Gloves.

Mara Voss smiled as continue reading …