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

As Willow opened the fire door, an explosion shook the foundation of the house.

The shockwave threw her forward.

She twisted midair, wrapping her body around Mia and taking the impact against the concrete stairs.

Pain exploded through Willow’s shoulder, white hot and blinding.

She bit through her lip to keep from screaming.

“Willow!” Josiah roared, hauling continue reading …