“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.”

my pulse spiking. Yet, staring at a dilapidated church door, I was paralyzed by the very real possibility that Elena would look at me and wish I had stayed in the dark.

“You don’t have to treat this like a siege, Dante,” Nico said softly from the front seat.

My knuckles cracked as I gripped the door handle. “I don’t know how to treat things any other continue reading …