PREGNANT CASHIER’S HUSBAND DESTROYED HER PHONE SO SHE COULDN’T CALL FOR HELP—HE HAD NO IDEA A MAFIA BOSS WAS WATCHING FROM AISLE THREE

For the first time, Vincent smiled.

There was nothing warm about it.

“Someone your father warned you about.”

Derek’s mouth fell open.

No sound came out.

And in that instant, the monster Elena had feared for months became nothing more than a man. A small, sweaty man with trembling knees and stale breath.

Vincent pushed him toward the exit.

“Outside.”

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