Vito's POV
The leather seat of the Bentley creaked softly as I shifted, the photograph trembling slightly in my hands despite my usual iron control. Golden hair caught the light like spun silk, blue eyes bright with innocence, and a smile so sweet it could have graced the face of an angel.
Maria Castellano.
After twenty years of searching, countless dead ends, and more resources than most small countries possessed, this was supposed to be her. The little girl who'd saved my life in those tunnels beneath Little Italy, who'd appeared like a guardian angel and vanished just as quickly.
"Are you certain it's her?" I asked Tony, my voice carefully measured despite the chaos of emotions churning in my chest.
Tony shifted in the front passenger seat, his bulk making the expensive car seem su
