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

said. “It’s not.”

She turned on him.

“You used me. Lied to me. Turned me into something I never wanted to be.”

“I know.”

“And you’d do it again.”

“Yes,” he said, voice rough. “Because keeping you alive matters more to me than keeping you innocent.”

“You don’t get to make that choice for me.”

“I already did.”

“I should hate you.”

“You should.”

“I should walk continue reading …