Chapter 1 - The Torn Bear
The grand American luxury estate drawing room was a breathtaking display of untouchable wealth. Warm, cinematic lighting reflected beautifully off the highly polished marble floors and the ornate, gold-trimmed walls. But the pristine, heavily guarded elegance of the mafia boss's sanctuary was currently ruined by a chaotic trail of white cotton stuffing scattered across the floor.
Standing in the absolute center of the mess was Sophie.
She was a five-year-old Caucasian girl with bright blonde hair, wearing a delicate pink dress. But she wasn't playing. Her small face was twisted in a mask of absolute, fierce outrage. Clutched tightly against her chest was a violently torn, ruined stuffed teddy bear.
Sophie marched directly into the center of the room, her small bare feet stepping over the cotton. She pointed an angry, accusatory finger directly at Rex, the massive, lethal Doberman pinscher who served as the estate's primary guard dog.
Sitting on the luxury leather sofa, Dante completely froze.
Dante was a terrifyingly handsome man in his late thirties, wearing a sharp black suit and a crisp white shirt. He was the most feared syndicate boss in the city, but right now, his attention was entirely captured by the bold five-year-old girl standing her ground.
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"Mr. Dante," Sophie announced firmly, her tiny voice echoing across the marble. "Your dog is naughty."
👉 Dante slowly leaned forward, completely unaware that a massive, deadly betrayal was hiding right in front of him.
