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

nearly brought Elena to her knees.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

He nodded too quickly, embarrassed by his own decency.

“Also, no more closing alone.”

Outside, a black car sat across the street.

Not beneath the streetlamp this time.

Farther back.

Almost invisible.

Elena pretended not to notice.

But she did.

Across the city, Derek Carter was learning what happened continue reading …