CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
A MAFIA MEETING
I’ve always thought of myself as a survivor. Technically, I am one. I clawed my way out of hell and somehow still learned how to smile afterward. For the longest time, I believed the stormiest part of my life was behind me. That is, until Saul came back.
And it doesn’t help that Saul isn’t just any man; he’s in the freaking Mafia. Not the tall, brooding, emotionally damaged-but-secretly-soft kind that shows up in those steamy novels. No. Saul is the villain in those books. The kind of person you pray the heroine runs from and never looks back. He was emotionally manipulative, abusive in ways that didn’t leave bruises but still made you bleed. And now, somehow, I’m back here… sitting across from him in some posh new Chinese hotel restaurant, trying to
