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

He tried to have them killed last night. From this moment forward, he is not protected by my name.”

No one asked questions.

Dante looked at each man in turn. “Caruso will come for leverage. He thinks I’m emotional, distracted, and exposed.”

Nico’s mouth twitched. “He’s wrong.”

“No,” Dante said. “He’s right. I am emotional. I am distracted. And for the continue reading …