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a week.
That was her life.
That day, she was making a cappuccino when she felt something change in the room.
She looked up.
Her heart stopped.
Dominic Russo sat in the corner alone.
No bodyguards.
No armored SUV visible outside.
Just him in a black suit, watching her.
Elena’s hand tightened around the espresso machine handle.
He had found her.
Why?
To get her continue reading …
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