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

to the nearest bathroom, locked the door, and gathered towels, warm water, and the first aid kit.

He sat on the edge of the bathtub. I told him to take off his shirt. He obeyed, groaning in pain.

The bruise on his ribs was ugly.

The cut above his eyebrow was worse.

I stood between his legs, cleaning blood from his face and neck with shaking hands.

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