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

head.

He never stops.”

Dante holstered the pistol behind his back.

At that small motion, Maria flinched so violently that something in him broke open.

He crouched, not too close.

“Listen to me.”

She stared at him as if listening had once been dangerous.

“No one enters this room without my permission,” he said.

“Not Jason.

Not my guards.

Not God himself, unless continue reading …