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

escape. Elena could barely climb, so he lifted her, carrying her against his chest while Nico covered them from the landing below.

A bullet tore through Dante’s coat sleeve.

Mia slipped on the iron stairs.

Ava caught her.

“I’ve got you,” Ava sobbed. “I’ve got you.”

They reached the alley as a black armored sedan screeched to a stop at the curb. Nico shoved continue reading …