She faints in a grocery store—but the mafia boss who catches her notices hidden bruises and uncovers a truth that changes everything

forces my hand.”

That should have frightened her.

It did.

But underneath the fear was something she had almost forgotten how to feel.

Relief.

The penthouse looked out over Boston Harbor from the top floor of a glass-and-steel building where the elevator required a private key card. Inside were dark hardwood floors, floor-to-ceiling windows, charcoal furniture,continue reading …