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

her legs gave out. Sitting on cold concrete, shaking, she stared at her phone.

The unknown number was still in her recent texts.

Her thumb hovered.

She told herself she could handle it.

Told herself she did not need anyone.

Then she pressed dial.

Luca answered on the second ring.

“Miss Vale.”

Her voice cracked.

“I need help.”

A silence.

Then, softly, “Where are continue reading …