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

among the dark wool and cedar shelves as if she hoped the fabric might swallow her whole.

Her maid’s uniform was torn at the sleeve.

Her hair, usually pinned into a careful bun, spilled loose across her cheek.

Blood ran from a cut above her eyebrow, tracing a trembling line down the side of her face.

When she saw the gun, her breath stopped.

“Please,” she continue reading …