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

imagine a woman making any choice that isn’t about them.”

It was a good answer.

Too good.

Dante studied her face, the familiar curve of her cheek, the dark eyes glossy with fear, the small scar near her left ear half-hidden by loose hair.

Something old shifted beneath his ribs.

“Have you ever been in this room before tonight?”

Maria went still.

“No,” she continue reading …