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

pajamas Mrs. Bell had somehow produced from storage. Each held a mug of hot chocolate but none had drunk more than a sip.

Ava looked up first. “Are the bad men coming here?”

“No,” Dante said.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Grown-ups say that when they want kids quiet.”

Dante sat across from them. “Then I’ll say something better. Bad men may try. They won’t get continue reading …