SHE PRETENDED TO BE A BAD GIRL TO ESCAPE A BLIND DATE — BUT THE MAFIA BOSS SAW THROUGH HER IN MINUTES

at her, pale beneath the warehouse light, still standing because apparently stubbornness had bones.

“You got the girl,” he said, as if that settled something.

“You burned the ledger.”

“Copies matter more.”

“That’s not what I mean.”

His eyes found hers fully.

“I know.”

The drive to the clinic was blood and speed and Matteo swearing under his breath in a language continue reading …