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

cornered them.

He leaned back.

“They promised you what?”

“Nothing.”

“My clubs? My construction contracts? The waterfront development?”

She looked away.

Vincent’s voice turned colder.

“Or did they promise you my chair?”

Her silence was all the answer he needed.

Something inside him became very still.

He expected rage.

Instead, he felt sorrow.

Not for Vanessa.

For continue reading …