Chapter 120

• Chapter 120
• Rafe’s newspaper still lay open on the bed, the headline shouting in ugly black letters. Selena stared at the photo of the three bodies until the ink seemed to crawl. She could not unsee it. Daylight. Pavement. Blood carried like gossip by the rain that had fallen just after dawn.
• The Don didn’t spare the paper a second look. He shut the door behind him and the room shifted, as it always did, obeying the gravity of his presence. He crossed to her in three quiet steps, set two fingers on the edge of the sheet where she held it white-knuckled, and removed the newspaper with a calm that made her want to scream.