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

before he finally killed her.”

Selene’s breath caught.

“I swore I would never be that weak again,” Luca said. “And I swore that if I ever had the power to stop it happening to someone else, I would.”

“So this is guilt?”

“This is principle.”

The first week blurred into work.

Selene buried herself in vendor meetings, site inspections, logistics reports, twelve-hour continue reading …