"Who Made You Cry?" Asked the Mafia Boss — By Morning, Her Abuser Had Disappeared Forever скачать в хорошем качестве

"Who Made You Cry?" Asked the Mafia Boss — By Morning, Her Abuser Had Disappeared Forever

A single tear slid down Valentina's cheek as she stood perfectly still, fighting to control the trembling of her hands. The luxury penthouse suite was silent except for the soft classical music drifting from hidden speakers. She'd hoped the bruises on her wrists would be covered by the sleeves of her blouse, but as she'd reached for the crystal decanter to pour his bourbon, her sleeve had slipped. And he had seen it—the unmistakable pattern of fingerprints wrapped like violent bracelets around her delicate skin. "Who made you cry?" Dante Romano's voice was dangerously soft as he set down his pen and studied her with those impossibly dark eyes that seemed to see everything. How was she supposed to answer the most feared man in the city when she couldn't even admit the truth to herself? Valentina forced a smile that never reached her eyes. "It's nothing, Mr. Romano. I just bumped into the door last night. I'm rather clumsy sometimes." She tugged her sleeve down quickly, but the damage was done. Dante Romano—head of the most powerful crime family in New York—rose from behind his mahogany desk with fluid grace that belied his dangerous reputation. "Look at me, Valentina." His command was gentle but left no room for refusal. She raised her eyes to meet his, feeling the familiar twist of fear in her stomach—not of him, but of what he might discover. In the three months she'd worked as his personal assistant, she'd never known him to raise his voice, never seen him lose his infamous control. Yet the whispers about what happened to those who crossed Dante Romano were enough to make hardened men tremble. "Do you take me for a fool?" he asked, the hint of his Italian accent more pronounced now. "Those aren't marks from any door." Valentina swallowed hard. "It's nothing to concern yourself with, sir. Just a small disagreement with my... with someone. It won't affect my work." Dante's eyes narrowed slightly. His tailored suit fit his broad shoulders perfectly, giving him the appearance of a business executive rather than what he truly was—a man who controlled half the city through means that never appeared in any legal document.