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…

reality check. It was a symbiotic transaction.”

“Damian knows,” I lied, my voice remarkably steady. “He’s running the DNA tests.”

“Let him,” Lorenzo laughed softly. “By the time the results arrive tomorrow morning, you will have suffered a tragic, self-inflicted overdose in your suite. The poor, grieving mother, unable to handle the psychological break continue reading …