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

her up.

“I’m fine,” she gasped. “Keep moving.”

She checked Mia.

The child was breathless, but unhurt.

Perfectly shielded by Willow’s body.

They descended into the black subbasement. The air smelled of damp earth and old concrete. Josiah led them past wine racks to a blank wall at the far end of the cellar.

He pressed his hand to a hidden scanner.

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