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

was his fault.

I strained my shoulder carrying heavy groceries and tried to hide it. Dominic noticed immediately.

“You’re hurt.”

“It’s nothing.”

“Come here.”

It was an order.

I obeyed because apparently I had no survival instincts left.

He pointed to a chair.

“Sit.”

“Dom—”

“Sit, Avery.”

I sat.

Then his hands were on my shoulders, large and warm and surprisingly continue reading …