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

like anything. I’m exhausted.”

“Exhausted?” he laughed. “You sit in an office pushing papers all day and you’re exhausted. Must be nice.”

She tried to pull free.

He did not let go.

“Who were you with?”

“No one.”

“Liar.”

“I was working.”

“With who?”

“My boss. My team. People I work with.”

His thumb pressed into the bruise already forming inside her wrist.

“You’re continue reading …