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

hands shook.

“I trusted you with her.”

Her face broke apart.

“He has my daughter,” she whispered.

Allara went still.

Meera told them about Katya — twenty-three years old, working for a nonprofit in Providence. Six weeks earlier she had vanished. Then Silas called. If Meera fed him information, Katya lived. If she refused, pieces of her daughter would arrive continue reading …