"Mama, look!"Leo's small hands tapped against the studio's floor-to-ceiling windows, pointing at the gulls flying over the sea.I put down my brush and looked at my three-year-old son. He had the same black curls as Elio, but his eyes were as clear as crystal, without a trace of his father's darkness."They're beautiful, aren't they?" I said softly, sketching the deep blue of the Mediterranean onto my canvas.This was a secluded town in the south of France. No gunfire, no blood, no betrayal.Just me and Leo."Nora."Dante's voice came from the doorway. He was dressed in a simple white shirt, his warm golden hair tousled by the sea breeze. He looked more like a nobleman on holiday than the shadow king of Europe's criminal underworld."Uncle Dante!" Leo ran over excitedly and was easily swept up into Dante's arms.It had been three years. Since the day he rescued me, Dante had never crossed a line, never pushed for anything more than friendship. He simply watched over me and Leo, giving
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