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

disappeared.

Derek tore through the apartment.

He yanked open drawers. Kicked over the laundry basket. Put a hole through the bedroom door.

Then he noticed the note sitting on the kitchen table.

I am safe. Do not contact me.

No explanation.

No apology.

No fear.

That infuriated him more than anything else.

He grabbed a beer bottle from the counter and threw continue reading …