The Mafia Boss Came Home Early—Then His Maid Grabbed His Arm and Whispered, “Don’t Make a Sound”
Vincent Torino was not supposed to be home.
He had just stepped into his bedroom when a hand shot out of the darkness.
Cold fingers pressed hard over his mouth.
“Don’t make a sound.”
It was the maid.
Elena yanked him backward into the walk-in closet, slammed the door shut, and pinned him there, her palm still covering his lips.
His heart did not race.
His instincts did not panic.
