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

smelled like smoke. Bigger than some mountain lions. Meaner than any guard dog. Loyal to Dante with the kind of totality that looked noble from far away and monstrous up close.

Seven women had entered that east wing over the past four years, each one chosen by somebody who thought beauty, pedigree, patience, or money might make a difference. One had continue reading …