THE LITTLE GIRL SCREAMED “DON’T MARRY HER!” AT THE MAFIA BOSS’S WEDDING—AND HER ONE PHOTOGRAPH EXPOSED A DEADLY LIE

They were dark, steady, and far too old for a child.

“What’s your name?” Lorenzo asked.

His voice was low.

Not the voice he used in boardrooms.

Not the voice he used when men owed him money.

The voice he used now was careful. Gentle. Almost unfamiliar to him.

“Sophia,” she whispered. “Sophia Bennett.”

“Sophia,” he repeated. “Do you know who I am?”

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