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

here. Why don’t you wait by the door?”

The child did not argue.

She only held her backpack tighter.

“I’ll be quiet,” she said. “You won’t even notice me.”

Behind Damen, a heavier shadow shifted.

Marcus Riley leaned toward him.

Broad shoulders. Tailored suit. Eyes that missed very little.

“Boss,” Marcus murmured, “let me handle this.”

Damen lifted one finger continue reading …