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

second night, firm knocks landed on my door.

“Avery.”

His voice came from the hallway.

“Open up.”

“No.”

“I’ll break it down.”

“You will not.”

Then I heard a key turn.

The door opened.

He stood there with a master key in his hand.

“You had a key this whole time?”

“It’s my house,” he said simply. “Of course I have a master key.”

“Get out.”

“No. Not until we talk.continue reading …