THE LITTLE GIRL ASKED TO SIT WITH A STRANGER—BUT HER MOTHER NEVER EXPECTED THE MAFIA BOSS TO RECOGNIZE HER FACE

trunk was open.

The smell of solder and electrical tape hovered over cold concrete.

Damen stepped from behind a steel pillar.

His pistol was in his hand.

He did not raise it.

“Marcus.”

Marcus jerked upright.

His hand went to his hip.

Behind him, Eli’s voice came low and even from the dark.

“Don’t.”

Marcus turned his head a fraction.

Eli’s barrel was four feet continue reading …