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

pressed to his side.

“Medical team,” he ordered. “For both of us.”

Selene crawled to Grant.

He stared at the ceiling, blood on his teeth.

“I loved you,” he whispered.

“No,” she said. “You loved controlling me. There’s a difference.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

“Am I dying?”

She looked at the blood.

“Yes.”

Grant closed his eyes.

“Good.”

Then he stopped moving.

Selene continue reading …