Chapter 10 - The Warm Blanket
Elena gasped, covering her mouth in sheer shock. The dangerous, terrifying mafia boss hadn't just saved her from a monster; he had completely, permanently changed her entire life and secured her daughter's future.
"I... I accept, sir," Elena sobbed, bowing her head in profound gratitude.
Rosie wiggled out of her mother's arms. The three-year-old girl in the cream dress with red hearts didn't care about the promotions, the money, or the violence that had just occurred.
She walked over to the leather armchair, picked up the white washcloth that had fallen to the floor, and marched right back up to Dominic.
"You have to go back to sleep," Rosie demanded firmly, pointing at the chair. "You're still sick."
Dominic laughed—a genuine, warm, booming sound that completely transformed the dark sitting room. The ruthless boss had built an empire on fear and violence, but the tiny girl standing in front of him had completely conquered his heart with a simple knit blanket.
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Dominic dutifully sat back down in the massive armchair. Rosie carefully placed the washcloth back on his forehead, pulling the blanket all the way down to make sure his toes wouldn't be lonely. Elena smiled, wiping her tears, knowing they had finally found a true, unbreakable sanctuary.
If you had the power to instantly destroy the person terrorizing your employee, would you do it with your own hands?
