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

backward into the table.

“How did you get in?”

Vincent slowly surveyed the apartment.

The hole in the door.

The shattered glass.

The dent in the wall shaped by a fist.

“My question,” Vincent said, “is how many times did she forgive this room?”

Derek’s face twisted.

“You don’t know anything about my marriage.”

“I know enough.”

“You took my wife.”

Vincent’s eyes continue reading …