The notorious mafia boss brought his mute daughter to a quiet diner. She had never spoken a single word in her life-until she pointed a trembling finger at the tired waitress and whispered, “Mom.” The boss froze, his cup shattering on the floor. He slowly stood up, locked eyes with the woman, and growled…

I swear—”

“Quiet,” Damian commanded.

The single syllable wasn’t a shout, but it carried the lethal force of a blade. Yet, beneath the steel, there was a tremor. A microscopic fracture in his armor.

He stood up, his towering frame effortlessly eclipsing my escape route. He didn’t even look at his security detail; he merely twitched two fingers.

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