Becca.

I wished James’s words on finding someone else to be the Don were more reassuring. Giovani, based on how he spoke, sounded promising, sure. But I still wanted to get out of here.

The more I thought about the charity idea, the more I knew we should do it.

Staring at the kettle of tea on the stove, I let out a soft sigh and reached up to rub at my temples. I really hoped James would listen to me. Hopefully, my research and ...