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

the east-wing bedroom door.

The dinner tray still sat outside, untouched except for the water glass, which had rolled onto its side and dried there.

The bedroom door was not fully latched.

That alone told her something had gone wrong.

Sarah pushed it open.

The room looked like a storm had learned to hate one man personally. A bedside lamp lay shattered continue reading …