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

“I polished this family’s silver for fifty years.

Do you think I don’t know where the guns are?”

Nico and two loyal guards flooded in behind her.

Vincent lifted his hands.

Jason, clutching his wrist, looked at Elena with hatred so pure it stripped him bare.

“You think this ends it?”

he hissed.

“You’re still nobody.

You hear me?

You’re a maid with a fake name.continue reading …