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

windows. Dark wood floors. Minimal furniture. Chicago glittering below like a dangerous jewel.

Luca stood near the windows with his hands in his pockets, looking out at the rain.

When he turned, his first words were simple.

“You’re safe here.”

Selene did not know what to say.

“There’s a guest room,” he continued. “Bathroom attached. Clothes in the closet.continue reading …