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…

regarding the ports.”

Damian paused on the sweeping marble staircase. His jaw clenched. “Tell Lorenzo he can wait. My daughter spoke tonight, Silvia.”

The color drained entirely from the older woman’s face. For a fraction of a second, the carefully cultivated mask of the dutiful servant slipped, revealing a stark, naked panic. “She… spoke?”

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