“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.”

about coming back,” she sobbed, clutching her stomach. “I told myself that once the girls were older, once you legitimized the business, I would find a way back to you.”

“But you stayed dead.”

“Because I watched you!” she yelled over the downpour. “I watched the news, Dante! I watched grief hollow you out and turn you into something vicious. You became continue reading …