She Noticed A Gun Under His Jacket — Then The Most Dangerous Man In The City Said “You’re Mine Now”
PART 1 The morning arrived pale and soft through curtains that weren’t hers, in a room that smelled of lavender and something colder underneath it — money, and the particular silence that only money can buy. Sophia had spent the night in what Dante called the recovery suite, though *suite* felt like an insult to…
