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

settled on the red marks around her wrist.

“You need a doctor,” he said.

“I’m fine.”

“No, you’re trained to say that.”

The words hit too close to the truth. Elena’s eyes filled before she could stop them.

Vincent reached into his coat and removed a plain white card. No logo. No title. Just a phone number embossed in black.

He set it carefully on the counter.continue reading …