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.
The social worker stared. Hello, I'm Mr. Moretti's aide. Let's step aside and discuss the details. The other men followed, ushering the workers to one side. Tessa and Milo were finally put down.
They pressed close together, still sniffling. Cassian approached and crouched in front of them. He was about to speak when Milo suddenly looked up. I get it!
What do you get? You're the dad the mall sold us. Tessa sniffed, suddenly understanding. standing. We left our piggy bank at the counter, so they delivered him anyway. Milo nodded, then
looked Cassian up and down. After studying him for a while, he tugged his sister a little away. We saved our allowance for a whole year. Why'd they give us this, Dad? He stole my stuff. I don't want a mean dad. Cassian heard every word. Tessa thought for a moment, then patted brother's shoulder. Mommy says bigger things cost more. Milo frowned and reluctantly looked at him
again. Let's go. The children immediately stopped whispering. Go where? Cassian looked around the apartment. It was a cramped rental with clutter piled in a corner and three old chairs around a little table. The bed stood by the window, pieces of cardboard wedged beneath one leg. I'm taking you somewhere else to live. No. We live here. You can't live in a place like this. Cassian stepped
inside, nearly hitting his forehead on the low doorframe. Pack whatever you want to Don't touch our things! We bought a dad so we wouldn't have to leave. Why are you taking us away too? You really are a bad dad.