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

thunder of a massive animal making a sound no normal dog should have been able to make. The sound traveled through the floors, through the plaster, through the ribs of anyone foolish enough to linger nearby.

Nero.

Two hundred and forty pounds of black fur, bone, and old violence. A Caucasian Ovcharka imported under paperwork so forged it practically continue reading …