C13 Captured And Claimed By The Mafia Don

Enzo soon called to tell me it was time to leave. I was glad I came. It had been a good day already.

Luciana clung to my cargo pants as I tried to go.

“It’s okay, she’ll come visit another time,” Emily said, trying to coax her daughter.

Lucy reluctantly let go, but the tears in her eyes nearly undid me.

“Babies—they’re so sweet,” I murmured, bending down to hug her.

“You’ll come again