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

But you still go back to that apartment.” Nikolai held her gaze. “And we both know what comes next.”

Allara thought of Bram’s hands.

The turtlenecks in her closet.

The way she flinched when doors opened too quickly.

The cracked eggs on the grocery store floor.

“Okay,” she whispered.

Nikolai rose and extended his hand.

She took it.

His car was a black Mercedes continue reading …