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

was calm. Clinical.

“Am I wrong?”

Selene’s hands curled into fists.

“You have no right.”

“You’re correct. I don’t. But I’m offering you a way out anyway. Take the job. Move to Milwaukee. Start over. Or don’t. Stay here. Keep pretending. Keep surviving.”

He paused.

“But don’t lie to yourself about what you’re choosing.”

Selene’s eyes burned.

“I don’t need your continue reading …