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

Broken.

Terrified.

Dante Russo stood in the center of his bedroom with one cuff undone, the city lights burning beyond the windows like **a thousand sharp knives pointed at the dark**.

He had just returned from a charity dinner where old judges laughed too loudly at his jokes and young politicians pretended not to recognize the name Russo from their fathers’ continue reading …