One Year with the Mafia Boss
Seeing me break would kill her faster than the heart condition.
I reached for my laptop to shut it down, but the screen caught my eye. A profile on Jaydon. I’d been staring at it earlier, trying to understand the man who signed my checks.
The photo was a gut punch. He was lean, dressed in a suit that probably cost more than my apartment. His eyes were dark, intense, and focused. Even in a still image, he looked like he was about to tear someone apart.
I scrolled. I knew he was successful, but the numbers at the bottom of the article made my stomach drop. He wasn't just wealthy. He was a titan. Trillions. The kind of money that didn't just buy houses, it bought countries.
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