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

suits stepped in first. Their eyes swept the room with mechanical precision. They did not simply look around. They assessed. Exits. Threats. Blind spots. Hands. Faces. Possibilities.

Then Josiah entered.

He was tall, broad-shouldered, and rigid in a way that suggested a lifetime of carrying heavy burdens and handing out consequences. His face was sharp continue reading …