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

changing flowers, polishing silver, bringing black coffee to the study at six in the morning without needing to be asked.

She had never gossiped.

Never lingered.

Never smiled unless politeness required it.

Now she was bleeding in his closet.

“Please don’t tell him I’m here,” she said.

Dante’s fingers tightened around the pistol.

“Who?”

Her lips trembled.

“Jason.continue reading …