The notorious mafia boss brought his mute daughter to a quiet diner. She had never spoken a single word in her life-until she pointed a trembling finger at the tired waitress and whispered, “Mom.” The boss froze, his cup shattering on the floor. He slowly stood up, locked eyes with the woman, and growled…
I ducked into the first open doorway I could find—Damian’s private study. I closed the heavy oak door with agonizing slowness, waiting for the soft click of the latch before leaning against it in the pitch black, my chest heaving.
Think, Evelyn. Think.
They were going to kill me. The realization wasn’t dramatic; it was a cold, suffocating continue reading …
