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

felt nothing.

No relief. No grief. No satisfaction.

Only emptiness.

Then she heard Luca slide down the wall.

She crawled to him, pressed her hands over his, held pressure against the wound.

“Don’t you dare die.”

“Wasn’t planning on it.”

“I mean it, Luca.”

He smiled faintly through pain.

“That an order?”

“Yes.”

“Then I guess I’ll stick around.”

The medical team continue reading …