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

that at first.”

Dante had heard those words before too.

“He was funny,” she continued.

“Charming.

The sort of man who remembered what kind of coffee I liked and opened doors and called my mother ma’am.

When you are young, you think manners are character.

They are not.”

Dante sat in the chair across from her, still leaving several feet between them.

“How long continue reading …