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

stopped close enough to touch, but did not.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For not seeing this coming.”

She looked at the man who had upended her life, promised safety, and delivered violence. A man who looked at her like she mattered.

“You hit him.”

“Yes.”

“You could have killed him.”

“I wanted to.”

“Why didn’t you?”

Luca’s expression softened.

“Because you asked continue reading …