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

calls me son?” he asked. “Why you can never be more than a niece to me?”

His voice was low.

Controlled.

But there was something dangerous underneath it.

“Then I’ll tell you.”

Twenty-two years earlier, in 1998, Dominic Cain was twelve years old and bleeding in an alley that smelled like trash and rain and urine.

He had tried to run.

His uncle had taken over continue reading …