THE LITTLE GIRL ASKED TO SIT WITH A STRANGER—BUT HER MOTHER NEVER EXPECTED THE MAFIA BOSS TO RECOGNIZE HER FACE

The color drained from her face.

“Damen.”

Lily looked from her mother to him.

“Mom? Do you know him?”

Clara’s hand closed tightly around her daughter’s.

“From a long time ago, sweetheart.”

A few feet away, Marcus had stopped pretending to read his newspaper.

His gaze moved from Clara to Lily.

Then stayed on Lily a second too long.

Damen did not see it.

Clara continue reading …