“Please mister, buy this painting so we can buy bread,” three dirty triplets begged. The billionaire mafia boss stared at the canvas, his heart stopping. The woman painted on it was the wife he mourned for years. With shaking hands, he pulled out a black card and whispered, “Take me to her.”

has the upper hand,” Frank muttered, adjusting his glasses. “He thinks this is a standard extortion play.”

I stood like a monolith between the living room and the kitchen, keeping the girls out of my direct line of sight. “Then we let him think that.”

Elena stepped forward, grabbing my forearm. “Dante.”

I didn’t let her finish. “I am not going to kill continue reading …