THE MAFIA BOSS KICKED HIS MAID OUT—THEN HER LITTLE GIRL CALLED HIM “DADDY” AND HE SAW THE NECKLACE

THE MAFIA BOSS KICKED HIS MAID OUT—THEN HER LITTLE GIRL CALLED HIM “DADDY” AND HE SAW THE NECKLACE

“Get out.”

The two words made Emma Carter drop the silver tray in her hands.

It crashed onto the marble floor.

Standing at the center of the Blackwood Estate, Victoria Blackwood pointed toward the front doors.

“You and that child. Tonight.”

Emma's three-year-old daughter, Sophie, clutched a worn stuffed rabbit against her chest.

“But I haven't done anything,” Emma whispered.

Victoria laughed.

“You're a maid. Knowing your place would be a good start.”

Emma lowered her eyes.

For five years, she'd worked inside the mansion.

She cleaned bedrooms.

Prepared meals.

Folded expensive suits.

And quietly raised Sophie in the tiny staff apartment behind the kitchen.

She had never complained.

Until tonight.

Sophie suddenly stepped forward.

In her tiny hand was a black cufflink she'd found beneath the dining table.

She smiled innocently at Victoria.

“Pretty button.”

Victoria slapped it from her hand.

“I said get out!”

Sophie jumped.

“Mommy…”

Emma immediately dropped to her knees.

“It's okay, sweetheart.”

But then a deep voice came from the staircase.

“What's happening?”

Every servant in the hallway froze.

Nathan Blackwood descended the stairs.

Thirty-nine.

Billionaire businessman.

Owner of Blackwood Security.

And a man whispered about in Chicago's criminal underworld.

He wore a dark suit with the sleeves rolled to his forearms.

A silver watch covered his wrist.

His expression was calm.

Too calm.