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

sharpened.

“No. She left you.”

Derek lunged.

Not toward Vincent.

Toward the table, where Elena’s spare keys rested beside a pile of unpaid bills.

One of Vincent’s men moved instantly, stopping him before he could reach them. Derek hit the floor hard, gasping, his cheek pressed against the same stained carpet where Elena had once knelt scrubbing blood from continue reading …