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

My memories?

My secrets?

My whole life laid out on your desk like one of your contracts?”

Dante absorbed it.

“No,” he said.

“But when a man uses my dead sister’s security code to enter my house and attack you, I will ask questions.”

“Dead,” she whispered.

The word barely existed.

Dante heard it.

He watched her hand move, almost unconsciously, to the scar near continue reading …