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…

The heavy mahogany doors of Velvet Iris locked. A trio of men in dark suits stepped in front of the exits, hands resting casually, terrifyingly, at their waistbands.

“My daughter has never spoken,” Damian said, closing the distance between us until I could smell the bergamot and gun oil clinging to him. “Not a single word in two years.”

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