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

were already on.

At the far end stood Dante.

Malcolm was with them.

His face changed when he saw Dante waiting.

“Drop the gun,” Dante said.

Malcolm lifted his pistol instead.

Nico shot it out of his hand.

The weapon clattered across the floor, and Malcolm cried out, clutching broken fingers. Two of Dante’s men moved in from behind, disarmed the others, and continue reading …