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

her jaw, and shoes so worn the soles looked one bad rainstorm away from surrender.

“What experience do you have with large-breed dogs?” asked Elena Ferraro, the head housekeeper.

Sarah sat across from her in the formal breakfast room, hands folded in her lap like a woman interviewing for work in a normal house owned by normal people. Sunlight poured continue reading …