NO ONE COULD HANDLE THE MAFIA BOSS’S DAUGHTER—UNTIL A WAITRESS WALKED INTO THE CHAOS AND DID THE IMPOSSIBLE

interrupting conversations that were probably worth more than their yearly salaries.

Willow was good at being invisible.

Exceptionally good.

Until the front doors blew open.

A violent gust of wind rushed inside, carrying rain, cold air, and the unmistakable presence of absolute power.

The temperature in the room seemed to drop.

Four men in immaculate charcoal continue reading …