Chapter 127 Findingherself: Bianca

• The Mafia Don’s craggy handsome face was hard as he looked into his Woman’s flushed face. She was upset, he thought with a pang, knowing, before she parted her plump lips, that he would agree to whatever she asked him, no matter how outlandish. He just wanted to erase the frown of worry, the look of anxiety from her face.
• She leaned into him now, as though she wanted to borrow his strength, her soft brown eyes, filled with sadness, meeting his.
• ”Lucien,” she began,” That poor child…” but they were interrupted by a cross voice at their elbow.