THE MAFIA BOSS SAW HER LIMPING IN A BOARDROOM—AND ASKED THE ONE QUESTION HER BOYFRIEND FEARED MOST

compound was weak, his guards few. Selene’s team breached the north fence, disabled cameras, cleared the house.

They found Santini upstairs, sitting by a window with a gun loose in his hand, staring at sunrise.

“Took you long enough,” he said.

“Put the gun down.”

“So you can kill me anyway?”

“Make it easy.”

Santini turned. Older than his photos. Worn down.continue reading …