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

could not breathe.

Luca said her name.

“Don’t,” she whispered. “Don’t touch me.”

She grabbed the gun from the desk and pointed it at him.

Both men froze.

“You used me.”

“I protected you.”

“You lied to me.”

“I kept you alive.”

“By turning me into a criminal?”

Her hands shook.

“I trusted you when I couldn’t trust anyone. And you were using me the whole time.”

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