THE MAFIA BOSS SAW HER LIMPING IN A BOARDROOM—AND ASKED THE ONE QUESTION HER BOYFRIEND FEARED MOST

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“I’m practical.”

“Same thing.”

They watched the construction in silence.

“You still think about it?” Luca asked.

“Santini?”

He nodded.

“Every day.”

“Regret?”

“No,” she said. “Just remembering.”

“Does it get easier?”

“I don’t know yet. Ask me in a year.”

Luca looked at her.

“For what it’s worth, I’m proud of you.”

“For killing someone?”

“For surviving. For choosing continue reading …