“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.”

her upright seemed to instantly evaporate. When she opened her eyes again, she looked like the girl I had fallen in love with a lifetime ago. “The girls stay in my custody.”

“Done.”

“No associates around them. Ever.”

“Done.”

“And if they are afraid of you, you step back. You don’t force it.”

I looked at the frosted glass where three little shadows were continue reading …