EVERY WOMAN RAN FROM THE MAFIA BOSS’S LOCKED EAST WING… UNTIL THE NEW MAID LOOKED AT THE BEAST BESIDE HIS BED AND SPOKE ITS REAL NAME

They called it the house with the east wing.

People lowered their voices when they said it, like the walls might hear them from thirty miles away and remember. Delivery drivers left packages at the front gate and never asked for signatures. The landscapers never worked after sundown. Even the armed men Dante employed, men who had broken knuckles and continue reading …