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

Vincent had stepped away to take a call.

Grace was handling paperwork.

Marisol was downstairs buying soup.

Lily slept peacefully in the bassinet beside the bed.

The door opened.

Elena looked up.

For one impossible second, her mind refused to understand what she was seeing.

Derek stood there.

His hair was combed.

His shirt was clean.

His face carefully arranged continue reading …