THE WAITRESS’S NECKLACE MADE THE MAFIA GRANDMOTHER COLLAPSE IN TEARS — AND EXPOSED A LOST HEIR EVERYONE THOUGHT WAS DEAD

catch his jaw, his scar, the fresh cut on his cheek.

He was a killer.

A monster.

But in that moment, he was her monster.

“The St. Regis,” Dante said. “Private dining room on the mezzanine. We are walking into a firing squad.”

“Then we shoot first,” Elena said.

No tremor.

No hesitation.

Dante glanced at her, a dark smirk touching his mouth.

“God, you really continue reading …