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…

Damian, two massive security guards materialized from the gloom.

“I was wondering when you’d get arrogant enough to monologue in my house, Lorenzo,” Damian rasped, his voice vibrating with suppressed violence.

Lorenzo clutched his bleeding shoulder, his face pale and slick with sweat. “Damian… brother… listen to me. She’s a spy. She was sent by the Rossi continue reading …