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

Jason and Elena.

Vincent looked at her.

You disappoint me.

After all these years, you still choose drama.”

Elena stood too.

“For the first time, I’m choosing witnesses.”

Vincent frowned.

Dante noticed the small black device clipped inside Elena’s torn sleeve.

A recorder.

She had been recording since breakfast.

Jason saw Dante’s glance and lunged toward her.

Dante continue reading …