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

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“Like what?” I whispered.

“Alone.”

The air left my lungs.

We stared at each other.

Then he asked, “You know what I do.”

“I do.”

“Doesn’t it scare you?”

The safe answer was yes.

The smart answer was yes.

But I looked at the man in front of me, the boy once shot at twelve, the man with scars inside and out.

“Do you scare me?”

“Never.”

“Then no.”

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