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

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The next thirty minutes felt like waiting for a sentence to be handed down.

Selene went to the bathroom, reapplied makeup, straightened her collar, checked the bruise near her jaw. The woman in the mirror looked composed. Competent. Calm.

The bruises did not show.

At exactly eleven, she walked into conference room B.

Luca sat at the head of the table,continue reading …