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

forward and took Allara’s hands. “You look like you need soup, sleep, and someone to stop asking questions for a while.”

“I don’t want to be trouble.”

“Dear,” Meera said, “trouble does not look half-dead and apologize for needing help. Come with me.”

The bedroom Meera led her to was larger than the apartment she had shared with Bram. A queen bed. A reading continue reading …