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

inside.”

Mia’s voice was barely audible. “Are you a bad man?”

Mrs. Bell froze at the stove.

Dante looked at his daughter. He could have lied. He wanted to.

Instead, he said, “I have been.”

Ava’s hand tightened around her mug.

Dante continued, “I’ve done things I’m ashamed of. I’ve hurt men who hurt me. I’ve made money in ways I should not have made it. I continue reading …