shake uncontrollably.
Damian crossed the room. He didn’t loom over me. Instead, the terrifying, untouchable mafia boss crouched down on the floor so he was at eye level with me. Up close, I could see the dark circles under his eyes, the heavy toll of a man betrayed by his own blood.
“He told me my wife’s child died in utero,” Damian said softly, staring continue reading …