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

advisor before becoming Dante’s.

He was seventy-two, elegant, dry, and loyal in the way old knives were loyal to the hand that kept them sharp.

Mrs. Alvarez had run the household since Dante was a boy.

Dante looked toward the bedroom door.

Inside, Maria sat in silence, wrapped in blankets, staring not at the rain but at the closet.

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