I paid a broke college boy to be my boyfriend. Now he’s a mafia don.I covered his grandfather’s surgery. He gave me four years—and endured everyone calling him my pet.Then my family lost everything. I left him.Now, seventy pounds lighter, I’m the waitress serving his table. I keep my head down, praying he won’t recognize me.“Turn around.”Has he forgotten the woman who bought him—or is he about to make her pay?
