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

body felt held together with tape and prayers.

Her phone buzzed.

She expected Grant.

It was an unknown number.

If you need to leave, my security team can assist. No questions. No obligations. Just safety.

Below it was a single initial.

L.

Selene stared until the words blurred.

Then she deleted the message, put the phone face down, and told herself she did continue reading …