Silvester never slept deeply. Being a mafia boss demanded constant vigilance, a readiness to spring into action at any moment. Over the years, he had trained his body to awaken at the slightest disturbance, ensuring his survival in a world where betrayal and danger lurked around every corner. But last night was different. Last night, he had slept more peacefully than he could ever remember.
The first rays of dawn filtered through the heavy drapes of his penthouse, casting a soft glow on the room. Silvester stirred, stretching out his hand to the other side of the bed, expecting to find Grace there. The cold, empty sheets jolted him fully awake. His heart skipped a beat as he realized…she was gone.
He sat up, scanning the room with practiced efficiency. Her clothes, which had been careles
