I know what he smells like.The glasses he wears.The guiding stick he walks with.Even the way he sleeps.****************“Tell me what you want, Natasha. I’ll bring the whole city to its knees for you.”My father, Don Solvello Gunter said; a mafia king feared by everyone, but to him?I was his princess.“Come on, birthday girl!” the crowd cheered.My gaze wandered through the party before stopping on him: Dark sunglasses, a guiding stick in his hands, obviously Blind...My lips curled upwards “Daddy,” I said softly, “I want him.”