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

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“Yes?”

Dante’s voice softened. “You were there when I buried her.”

“I remember.”

“I need someone I trust.”

The lie passed between them dressed as friendship.

“I’ll be there,” Malcolm said.

Dante ended the call and immediately turned to Nico. “He won’t come.”

Nico nodded once. “Then he knows you know.”

“He’ll run to Caruso.”

“You want him followed?”

“He already continue reading …