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…

just stolen my baby to play god. He had manufactured an heir he could control, preparing to gaslight his own brother into a psychiatric hold to stage a bloodless coup over the syndicate.

“Looking for something, my dear?”

The lights in the study snapped on, blinding me.

I whipped around, clutching the files to my chest.

Lorenzo stood in the doorway, a silencer-equipped continue reading …