THE MAFIA BOSS WAS SURROUNDED BY DOCTORS AS HE DIED—UNTIL AN 8-YEAR-OLD MAID’S DAUGHTER CHECKED UNDER HIS PILLOW AND EXPOSED WHAT HIS FIANCÉE HAD BEEN HIDING THERE NIGHT AFTER NIGHT

were standing beside my pillow.”

Her mouth opened.

Then closed.

The younger Vincent would have screamed. Broken furniture. Called for enforcers. Turned fear into a weapon.

This Vincent was too weak even to stand.

Yet somehow that made him more dangerous.

His voice dropped.

“Marco.”

His security chief stepped forward.

“Boss.”

“Take Ms. Vale to the east sitting continue reading …