THE WAITRESS’S NECKLACE MADE THE MAFIA GRANDMOTHER COLLAPSE IN TEARS — AND EXPOSED A LOST HEIR EVERYONE THOUGHT WAS DEAD

It will take them forty-eight hours to figure out who you are.”

“Then let me run,” Elena whispered. “Give me money. I’ll go to Europe. I’ll disappear.”

Dante’s fingers brushed her jaw.

The touch was rough but strangely gentle, and it sent fire through her nerves.

“You still don’t understand. To the Grecos, your head on a spike is the ultimate trophy. continue reading …