No Secretary Survived a Week With the Sicilian Mafia Boss Until the Clumsy Girl He Hired by Mistake Found the Secret That Could Destroy Him

Six months of legitimacy looked good on Lorenzo Rossy, but the criminal underworld rarely respected a resignation letter.

The transition of the Rossy Corporation from a feared syndicate to a legitimate shipping and construction empire had been brutal, precise, and shockingly legal. Chloe Bennett, now officially the Chief Financial Officer, had reorganized the ledgers with the same ruthless efficiency Lorenzo used to reorganize his lieutenants.

They were attending the annual Chicago Trade Gala. Chloe wore a midnight-blue gown that cost more than her college tuition, though she had already tripped on the hem twice. Lorenzo stood beside her, radiating the kind of stillness that made other billionaires unconsciously step out of his way.

“You’re checking the exits,” Chloe murmured, sipping her champagne.

“Old habits,” Lorenzo replied, his hand resting on the small of her back. “And because Dominic Vale’s associates just walked in.”

Chloe followed his gaze. Dominic Vale, the senior commission member who had allowed Carmine’s exile, had passed away three weeks ago. In his place stood a man with slicked-back silver hair and a smile that looked like a threat.

“Vinnie Costa,” Lorenzo said, his voice dropping in temperature. “He runs the New York ports. He believes my transition to legitimate business is a sign of weakness in the Midwest.”

“Is he an accountant or a murderer?” Chloe asked.

“Both, depending on the day.”

Costa spotted them and cut through the crowd. He moved with the arrogance of a man who owned the police.

“Lorenzo,” Costa sneered, looking him up and down. “I hear you’re paying taxes now. It’s embarrassing.”

“I find peace of mind is worth the percentage, Vinnie,” Lorenzo said calmly.

Costa’s eyes slid to Chloe. “And this must be the secretary who runs the boss. Tell me, sweetheart, does he still have his teeth, or did you file those down too?”

Chloe smiled, a bright, dangerous expression she had learned directly from the man beside her.