In The Arms Of A Mafia Boss
I sneered, my eyes on Kayla's mom, but she looked away, ashamed.
"I don't need your apologies. What matters is the truth. I'm not saying what my daughter did was the right thing, but I hope you treat these kids in this preschool with equal love. They are way too young to be treated unfairly." I took Alessia's hand and walked toward the door, but I stopped midway.
"By the way, Alessia has a father, and he's someone you all can't handle. About the flashy cars, he has thousands of them," I said and finally walked out of the office with Alessia. Her teacher went after us, calling my name.
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