“You do not have to go back to the club, Sophia,” he said.

“I have to support my daughter,” I said, looking down at our hands.

“I am restructuring my family’s holdings,” Dante said.

I looked up at him, surprised by the tone of his voice.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I am setting up a legitimate charitable foundation,” Dante said.

He looked out the window at the passing skyscrapers of the Loop.

“It will focus on providing housing and education for single mothers in the city,” he said.

“That sounds beautiful,” I said.

“I want you to run it,” Dante said, turning his gaze back to me.

I stared at him, my heart skipping a beat.

“Me?” I asked. “Dante, I am a dancer. I didn’t even finish my psychology degree.”

“You are highly intelligent, and you care,” Dante said. “You know what these women need because you lived it.”

“But what about your business?” I asked.

“I am stepping away from the active syndicate operations,” Dante said.

The words hung in the warm air of the car.

“You are leaving the syndicate?” I asked.