A single mother's twin children decide to find her a husband by tracking down the mafia ex she never got over. But the dangerous man they bring home has never stopped loving her, and his world of crime is not done with either of them.
Excuse me, we'd like to buy a dad. When I slipped into a coma, my four-year-old twins emptied their piggy bank to buy themselves a dad. They brought home my mafia ex, Cassian Moretti, the man who'd hated me for five Two little children with backpacks were looking up at her.
The older sister, Tessa Hale, stood on tiptoe, trying to see over the counter. Her younger brother, Milo Hale, hugged his backpack, his expression completely serious. Buy what? A dad!
Milo unzipped his backpack and pulled out a piggy bank. He unscrewed the cap underneath and emptied the money onto the counter. Chessa immediately crouched down and picked them up one by one. Your ad says we can buy anything here.
Chessa added the coins she'd picked up. We want a good dad. We don't want a cheap one. Where's your dad? We don't have one.
Chessa frowned. That's why we're buying one. The cashier had no answer to that. She glanced behind them. No adults. What about your mom?
Mommy's sick. She's sleeping. sleeping. The lady from social service said we don't have a dad and mommy can't take care of us so they have to send us somewhere else. When mommy wakes up she won't know where we are.