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

where you are.”

“You don’t know anything about me.”

“I know enough.”

“You know nothing.”

Luca stood and came around the desk, stopping a respectful distance away.

“I know you’re smart. Capable. I know you come to work with bruises you try to hide. I know someone is hurting you, and I know you’ve convinced yourself it’s not bad enough to leave.”

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