“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.”

sitting in that living room. If I execute Moretti in the dark, they learn that violence is the only god that answers prayers. I need them to know there’s another way.”

She sobbed, leaning her forehead against my sternum. “If he brings a gun…”

“Then I trust the system,” I whispered, kissing her hair. “For the first time in my miserable life.”

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