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

Not this. Not private estates and criminal empires.”

“And what?” Luca asked. “You would rather be back in that apartment with Grant’s hands around your throat? You would rather be dead than uncomfortable?”

Her breath hitched.

“That’s not fair.”

“None of this is fair.”

Finally, Luca stepped back.

“Guest room. Second floor. East wing. Stay as long as you continue reading …