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

one hand on a stack of contracts, the other holding a pen like a weapon. His charcoal suit fit like armor. Two men stood near the windows. Security, probably, though they were so still they might as well have been furniture.

Luca’s attention was absolute.

“Miss Vale,” he said, gesturing to the chair nearest him. “Sit.”

Selene sat.

The room suddenly felt continue reading …