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

into a sleek bun and the kind of posture that made judges sit up straighter.

“I’m an attorney,” she said. “I handle protective orders, divorce, custody, and men who believe paperwork is less frightening than it is.”

Elena stood cautiously in the doorway.

“Did Vincent send you?”

Grace’s mouth twitched.

“Mr. Moretti made a donation to my legal clinic five continue reading …