Chapter 2 - The Lonely Toes
Little Rosie completely ignored her mother's frantic plea. The three-year-old didn't see a ruthless mafia boss; she just saw a man who looked miserable.
She stood right beside the massive leather armchair. With incredible effort, her tiny hands grabbed the edge of a heavy, dark knit blanket resting on the ottoman. Slowly, she dragged it upward, carefully pulling the thick fabric completely over Dominic's chest.
"But Mama," Rosie whispered back, her voice soft, innocent, and entirely unbothered by the danger in the room. "He looked cold."
Elena covered her mouth, her face turning as pale as a ghost. The blood rushed entirely out of her head. If Dominic woke up and found a child disturbing him in his vulnerable state, Elena knew she wouldn't just be fired—she could disappear entirely.
Suddenly, Dominic’s chest stopped rising.
His dark eyes snapped open. The lethal instincts of a man who survived by trusting no one flared instantly. He tensed, preparing to strike whoever had dared to approach him while he was compromised.
But he didn't strike. He looked down, completely stunned.
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