Damian and Liam remained inside the car, the silence between them filled only by the boy's soft, rhythmic breathing.
They were patiently waiting for Alina to return. Since Liam was still dressed in her oversized clothes from the closet.
Alina had slipped out to a nearby boutique to grab something immediate—just enough for him to wear so they could shop together without the boy looking like a lost orphan.
Lucas sat in the driver's seat, his hands gripping the steering wheel a little tighter than necessary. He frowned, his eyes settling on the rearview mirror where he could see Damian.
The sight was jarring. Damian Thorn, the man who had once ordered a rival's liquidation during a brunch meeting, was now gently patting the boy's back like a doting father.
"I didn't know you were so soft, Boss," Lucas said, his voice laced with a slight, displeased edge. "Why decide to adopt him? It's a massive commitment, especially right now."
