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

two hundred men, and a list of enemies long enough to drown in.

Then he met Clara.

She was twenty.

A nursing student.

Her hair was always falling loose from a swallow-shaped clip.

She thought he worked in real estate.

Technically, he did.

He let her believe that was the whole truth.

For fourteen months, Clara Whitmore had been the only happy thing in his continue reading …