On a stormy night, a muddy three-year-old girl knocked on the gates of the Ferraro crime dynasty that ruled the underworld. Don Dominic looked down, stunned. "Kid, where are your parents?" "Are you Dominic Ferraro?" she asked boldly . Almost no one dared call him by his full name. "I am." She dug a crumpled bill from her backpack and held it up. "Then you're my daddy. Mommy said you owe me three years of milk money!" Oops. Looks like the country’s most feared Don just got himself a tiny boss.
Up to EP 25Too Strong for My Ex, Perfect for the BillionairePopular
Up to EP 25They Said She Was Obedient, So They Always Left Her BehindPopular
Up to EP 25I Abandoned Our Dream College After Being His Second ChoicePopular
Up to EP 52I Dreamed My Crush, Got A BoxerPopular
Up to EP 25I Left the Mafia Don Who Broke My HeartPopular
Up to EP 25He Gave My Bed to His Ex, So I Sold the HousePopular
Up to EP 34Back to 20, Take on the Side ChickPopular
Up to EP 27The Plus-Size Stepmom Who Brought the Mafia to Its KneesPopular
Up to EP 25The Merman Mix-UpPopular
Up to EP 25The Don Bows Only To His Curvy CrushPopular
Up to EP 25Love Back on the Right TeamPopular
Up to EP 25The Star Athlete’s XXXL GirlfriendPopular