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

angry.”

Dante turned.

No criminal empire, no judge in his pocket, no armed guard at his door had ever made him feel as powerful—or as helpless—as the sight of that woman begging for the mercy of her abuser.

“I am not asking you to trust the world, Maria,” he said.

“I’m asking you to trust this room.”

She searched his face.

It seemed to him that she almost continue reading …