THE MAFIA BOSS WALKED INTO THE HOSPITAL WITH HIS NEW LOVER-THEN FROZE WHEN HE SAW THE WOMAN HE ABANDONED DYING WITH HIS CHILD

another worried man in an expensive coat.

“I need to see the woman who was just brought in,” he said.

The nurse’s expression remained unchanged.

“Name?”

Cormack’s jaw tightened.

He knew better than to answer too fast. Names were currency. Names created trails. Names created danger.

But Brin was dying somewhere beyond that wall.

“Brin Holloway.”

The nurse glanced continue reading …