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…

his fingers, clattering onto the rug.

Standing in the hidden doorway connecting the study to the private library was Damian.

He looked like a god of war carved from shadow. A heavy, matte-black revolver was smoking in his hand. His chest heaved, his eyes locked onto his brother with a fury so absolute it made the air in the room hard to breathe.

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