A mafia billionaire freezes at a painting he thought depicted a dead woman—until three starving triplets reveal a truth that changes everything

to do it.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said.

Her laugh was broken and bitter. “That’s what Malcolm said right before he told me you wanted me dead.”

The name struck the room like a gunshot.

Dante went still. “Malcolm?”

Elena stared at him.

“You didn’t know,” she said.

It was not a question.

Dante looked at her face, at the fear that had lived there too continue reading …