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

Not just rich. Rich in the cold, silent way. Perfect stone path. Tall gates. Cameras tucked into corners. Grounds so well-kept they looked unreal.

A normal person would have turned around.

A careful person would have asked more questions.

But I was Avery Mitchell, physical therapy student, professional overthinker, and broke enough to ignore every warning continue reading …