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

“I’m not—”

“Who is he?”

Selene could not breathe.

Then he let go.

She collapsed against the wall, gasping.

Grant stepped back, suddenly horrified at himself in that familiar, practiced way.

“Jesus, baby. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—”

She did not wait.

Selene grabbed her bag and ran.

Grant called after her, but did not follow.

She made it to the stairwell before continue reading …