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

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else saw.

The morning crawled forward.

Selene answered emails, reviewed shipping manifests, coordinated schedules, and ignored her phone as it buzzed over and over.

Grant.

Where are you?

Why didn’t you answer?

You’re ignoring me again.

We need to talk when you get home.

She deleted the messages.

It felt like a tiny rebellion. A fist thrown at a wall too thick continue reading …

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