Chapter 3 - The Two Wrong Things
Sophie crossed her tiny arms over her pale yellow cardigan, holding the stuffed rabbit tight against her chest. She raised her chin stubbornly, glaring directly at the man who terrified the entire criminal underworld.
"You yelled at her," Sophie stated firmly, entirely unbothered by his height or his dark suit. "And you made her sad. That's two wrong things. You have to say sorry."
Dante remained perfectly still. The coffee stain on his vest was completely forgotten. He looked around the silent, massive entrance hall. He looked at the house manager, who quickly looked down at his shoes. He looked at the footman, who was actively pretending not to exist.
Dante exhaled slowly, a long, heavy breath that seemed to carry the weight of his entire violent life.
He looked back down at the little girl, entirely stunned.
He didn't yell. He didn't snap his fingers for security. Instead, the lethal mafia boss slowly bent down, dropping to one knee right there on the hard marble floor, bringing himself exactly to Sophie’s eye level.
"Two wrong things, huh?" Dante asked, his deep voice dropping into a surprisingly gentle, quiet register.
Sophie nodded aggressively, her pigtails bouncing. "Yes. And Mommy was already crying before the cup broke."
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Dante’s expression instantly hardened, but not at the child. He looked past Sophie, his dark eyes locking onto the terrified maid still kneeling on the floor.
👉 Why was the maid already crying before she spilled the coffee on her boss?
