They Called Me His Maid—But When the Mafia Boss Ran Into the ICU, He Learned I Had Been Protecting Him From His Own Men

world to clear a path.

Emily stepped into that path.

Victor stopped.

“Move,” he said.

Her knees threatened to buckle. She didn’t let them.

“Don’t get in the car.”

The foyer went silent.

Victor’s eyes locked on her. “Say that again.”

“There’s a bomb under the SUV,” Emily said. “I heard Marcus Reed in the garage before six-thirty. He was with one of the night continue reading …