SHE PRETENDED TO BE A BAD GIRL TO ESCAPE A BLIND DATE — BUT THE MAFIA BOSS SAW THROUGH HER IN MINUTES

lived in a stupid brown coat folded over a box in a storage locker no one should have known existed.

Silven opened the first box.

Receipts.

Old route sheets.

Tire service records.

The second held tools and a wrapped bundle of cash too small to be worth a war.

The trunk was the only thing that mattered.

Matteo forced the stiff latch with the handle of a screwdriver continue reading …