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

already mattered. Already had a voice. Already deserved a better world.

“You don’t even know me,” she said.

“I know enough.”

“No, you know what happened to me. That’s not the same thing.”

For the first time since they had met, uncertainty crossed Vincent’s face.

Elena surprised herself by continuing.

“My favorite color is yellow. I hate black coffee. I wanted continue reading …