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

pulled traffic footage from across half the city. A black SUV with no plates had been moving around the building for three days.

“Who sent it?” Allara asked.

Nikolai stared at the photograph.

“Silas Crown.”

He told her everything.

Six months earlier, Nikolai had dismantled a trafficking operation running women and children through the Port of Boston. Silas continue reading …