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

adult life.

Books instead of flowers.

Coffee after long shifts.

Rain against apartment windows.

Her laughing at his dry jokes even when she tried not to.

He had loved her in the only clean part of himself.

Then a black sedan began parking outside her building.

Three nights in a row.

Different plates.

Same driver.

Damen knew what that meant.

If he did not let continue reading …