She Hid in the Mafia Boss’s Closet. At Dawn, He Learned She Had Been There Before.

swallowed.

“Like we were still married.

Like I had forgotten.”

Dante’s voice went very quiet.

“Did he hit you?”

Maria touched the cut above her brow.

Her eyes lowered.

That was answer enough.

A cold and almost peaceful fury moved through Dante’s chest.

Men expected rage from him.

They expected shouting, threats, the crash of furniture, the theater of violence.continue reading …