My Mob Husband
“Mama, Papa, can I use my iPad?”
Annizah smiled down at her daughter. “Of course, sweetheart.” She handed the device to Fione, but as she did, she noticed several small cuts and bruises on the girl's hands and arms. Her smile faded, replaced by a look of concern. “Fione, what happened to your arms?”
Fione glanced down, seeming surprised that her mother had noticed. “It’s nothing, Mama.”
Vincenzo stepped in, his voice calm but firm. “It’s from training. She’s learning how to defend herself.”
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