THE MAFIA BOSS OPENED THE WRONG DOOR—AND SAW THE ONE WOMAN HE WAS NEVER SUPPOSED TO WANT

the afternoon sun like I was his whole world.

Which, somehow, after everything, I was.

It was chaotic.

Imperfect.

Absolutely impossible on paper.

But it was ours.

A wounded man.

A woman who healed.

A promise broken only because love became stronger than fear.

And it all started with a door he was never supposed to open.