“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.”

I’m also the luckiest man alive.”

Sofia chewed on her bottom lip, processing the duality. “Mom says a person can be two things at the exact same time.”

I smiled, a genuine, blinding smile. “Your mother is almost always right.”

“Almost?” Elena scoffed from my right, raising an imperious eyebrow.

The girls dissolved into giggles, the sound echoing across continue reading …