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

him.

Jason struggled, his expensive jacket twisting at the shoulders.

As they dragged him toward the service door, his mask finally tore.

“She’s mine!”

he shouted.

“You hear me, Russo?

Maria is mine!”

Dante turned back on the landing.

His voice moved through the room like winter.

“No woman is yours.”

Jason’s face went red.

“She came here for a reason!

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