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

the rear door open. The girls tumbled in. Dante laid Elena across the seat and climbed after her as another shot struck the car with a metallic scream.

“Drive,” he ordered.

The sedan launched forward.

Two SUVs followed.

Boston blurred around them—brick buildings, traffic lights, startled pedestrians, the gray ribbon of the expressway rising ahead. Nico continue reading …