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

you need to.”

She stared at him, angry and terrified and so close to obeying that it scared her.

“If he touches her—”

“He won’t keep the hand.”

It was not a metaphor.

The certainty steadied her more than kindness would have.

They entered through a side loading door.

The warehouse was wider than it looked, full of shadows, old metal, and the smell of damp continue reading …