She Was Broke, Hungry, and One Eviction Notice Away From Losing Everything—Then She Let a Bleeding Stranger and His Sick Daughter In for One Night, Never Knowing She Had Just Opened the Door to a Mafia Boss’s Heart…
Grace almost didn’t answer the unknown number, but something in her chest tightened before she even lifted the phone.
“Miss Mitchell,” Marcus said. “Mr. Moretti would like to see you.”
Grace stood very still. “Why?”
“There is a position he believes may interest you.”
The smart response would have been no. The sane response too.
But Grace looked around her apartment—the groceries already thinning, the heating bill still unpaid, the nursing home statements stacked on the counter—and heard herself ask, “Where?”
“A car will arrive in one hour.”
It was exactly on time.
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