THE MAFIA BOSS OPENED THE WRONG DOOR—AND SAW THE ONE WOMAN HE WAS NEVER SUPPOSED TO WANT

normal sound of someone arriving.

It was violent.

Urgent.

I wiped my hands and ran to the entrance hall.

Then froze.

Dominic was leaning against the wall, his suit torn, blood at the corner of his mouth, one hand braced against his back, body bent forward in pain.

“Dom.”

I ran to him without thinking.

“What happened? Are you okay?”

“I am,” he said, but every continue reading …