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

coat was drenched.

Rain clung to his hair.

For once, he looked less like an untouchable force and more like an ordinary man.

Another contraction hit.

Elena gripped the doorframe.

Vincent instinctively reached toward her, then stopped himself.

Asking permission without words.

She grabbed his arm.

“Don’t leave,” she said.

“I won’t.”

Labor was nothing like the continue reading …