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

yourself. For building something good out of something terrible. For staying.”

Selene leaned into him slightly.

“Where else would I go?”

“Anywhere,” Luca said. “You’re free now.”

Free was relative.

But she was freer than she had been.

That evening, they returned to the penthouse in Milwaukee’s Third Ward. Not a safe house. Not temporary. A home. Selene had continue reading …