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

Victim or criminal. The man I loved or the man I should fear.”

Her fingers tightened around the mug.

“But there is something I have understood these last few weeks. You have changed. The twenty-nine-year-old with shadows in him is not who I see anymore.”

Damen stayed still.

“I see a man who chose the truth even when it cost him. You faced Marcus and did continue reading …