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

the voice said. “His debt is two hundred thirty thousand. You have one week to pay half, or we start taking pieces.”

Luca took the phone, traced the number, and within an hour they were moving again.

A safe house in Northern Michigan.

Off grid.

No digital footprint.

A cabin in the woods with a generator, satellite phone, stocked fridge, and fireplace already continue reading …