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

“Elena, down!”

Dante pulled her behind the altar as plaster dust rained over them.

She stared at him, breathing hard.

“You still give orders like Father.”

Dante, crouched with a gun in his hand and blood on his sleeve, looked at her.

Then, absurdly, he smiled.

“You still criticize me during emergencies.”

For half a heartbeat, the years fell away.

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