The Day My Ex-Fiancé Humiliated Me at the Grocery Store, a Stranger Brought Me the Other Half of My Father’s Compass
“Or what?
You’ll find another rich guy to support you?”
Just then the automatic doors slid open.
Three men in dark suits walked in, watching the exits.
Behind them came Vincent Rossi.
In Chicago, people talked about him in low voices.
He owned trucking companies and warehouses, and his former partners had been linked to operations nobody dared explain.
Some called him the Boss.