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

willing to look at.

His left hand trembled once before he slid it into his pocket.

He noticed her noticing.

His gaze landed on the scar on her face, then on the service tray in her hands, then past her toward the sealed corridor leading east. For one second, something sharpened in his eyes. Not anger. Recognition was impossible. But not indifference either.continue reading …