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

swollen from crying.

She looked up at her father and saw the tears on his face.

“I miss her too, Daddy,” she whispered.

Josiah fell to his knees.

He pulled his daughter into his arms and buried his face in her hair.

Then he wept openly.

Loudly.

Two years of buried agony tearing free.

Mia wrapped her arms around his neck and cried into his shoulder.

Willow stood continue reading …