A beautiful ballerina finds herself drawn to a powerful mafia boss whom the world believes is dead. As their forbidden romance deepens, she is pulled into the dangerous underworld he has been hiding from, and the secret of his survival threatens them both.
Leon is massive, lethal, and always wears this stone-cold expression. Changing his bandages felt like diffusing a live bomb. To break the silence, I'd tell him little stories about the neighborhood. Mr. White is 80 and demanding a DNA test on his son.
Why? Because the son has a full head of hair, but the family has been bald for two centuries. Remember Mrs. Porter, the one you saw last time? She thought she was just packing on the pounds this past year, but get this,
she delivered triplets in her bathroom this morning. She had no clue she was even pregnant. Leon interrupted me suddenly. Evelyn, keep it up and you're going to pop my stitches.
Outside, kids passed the window, chanting that same old rhyme. Selwyn mom, Selwyn dad, ugly girl must be what they had. Who are they singing about? Me.
The world calls me the ghost. They say I'm a monster. I guess I finally met my match. Seeing a more human side to the most feared man in the city, it honestly made my day. At dinner, I mentioned our talk to my parents.
Leon is actually pretty good at cheering people up. Cheering people up? More like putting him in the ground. I'll never forget his men holding a gun to my head while I was operating on him! Dad shivered.
Mom and I caught each other's eyes and burst out laughing. Leon stayed with us for two weeks to heal. The day he left, a fleet of luxury cars lined up outside the clinic. I watched the motorcade pull away, feeling a sudden, sharp ache of loneliness.