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

and the kiss deepened into something terrifyingly alive.

When they broke apart, Allara rested her forehead against his.

“I think I love you too,” she said. “I was just afraid to call it that.”

“You should be afraid.”

“I am.”

“I have enemies.”

“I know.”

“I’ve killed men.”

“I know enough.”

“I’m not good.”

She pulled back and looked straight into the ice-blue continue reading …