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

into the job, I was losing my sanity.

The routine had become torture I did not want to end.

Every afternoon, I touched him. Every night, I remembered touching him. Every day, we exchanged looks across rooms and pretended they meant nothing.

I finally called Laya, my best friend.

“I think I’m in love with Uncle Dom,” I blurted.

There was silence.

Then, “Uncle,continue reading …