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

She had never held a gun in her life.

Now she understood she would use it.

The radio crackled.

“Boss is down,” came Victor’s voice. “Shoulder wound. Bleeding heavy. We’re pinned in the north corridor.”

Allara’s heart stopped.

Marcus and Dmitri left the bunker. Meera stayed with her, pale and shaking.

The minutes stretched.

Then something scraped against the continue reading …