The mafia boss returned home earlier than expected, then his maid grabbed his arm and whispered, “Don’t make any noise.”
Vincent Torino was not supposed to be at home.
She had just entered her room when a hand emerged from the darkness.
Cold fingers firmly covered his mouth.
“Please be quiet.”
She was the chambermaid.
Elena pulled him back into the locker room, slammed the door and held him there, her palm still over her lips.
Her heart wasn’t racing.
His instincts didn’t make him panic.
But her hands were trembling.
