The Wolf’s Favorite Secret

RAIN hammered the windows of the glass tower while the city below dissolved into blur. Inside the penthouse office, everything was still— except for the girl pacing in front of the desk.

Lucia Rossi didn’t belong in a world like this: black marble floors, framed art worth more than her college tuition, a view that could swallow the sky.

Yet here she was. Because he had chosen her.

Dante Moretti.

Mafia king.

Her mentor.

Her ruin.

She had been his protégé ...