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

Then the house alarm shrieked.

Nico burst into the room.

“Vehicles at the south gate.

Four of them.

Men armed.”

Dante stood.

Elena rose too fast and winced.

“You stay here.”

“Elena—”

Her voice rang with a force that stopped him.

“I have spent thirty-four years staying where men told me to stay.

I am done.”

The name Elena in her mouth, in his kitchen, beneath the continue reading …