Too Late For The Mafia's Boss Love

"I'll do as you say. I'll come back to take over the company, but you can't interfere with any of my decisions."

"Fine. As long as you come back, the company is yours to run," replied the person on the other end of the call.

My hand trembled as I ended the call. At that moment, my eyes stopped at the black stockings which I found at the bedside of my bedroom.

It was a mocking reminder of the chemistry my boyfriend of eight years, Christopher Wilson, had with his secretary, Scarlett Anderson.