Page 2 of Heartless Mafia Prince

Her mocha skin glowed any time he was around.

“Thanks, Luciano.”

Mom kissed the top of my head. “Bath time.”

I turned to dad. “Are you leaving?”

“No, I’ll be here when you get out the tub. I’ll read you a bed-time story. And I’ll drive you to school in the morning.” He winked.

“Great!” I smiled from ear to ear.

Peeling off my shoes en route to the stairs, I glanced over my shoulder. Dad towered over mom and his eyes locked with hers. Yuk, something was about to happen between them this seven-year-old wouldn’t witness. Whenever dad was here, he smiled more. Why couldn’t he dump Rosetta?