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

to her. She’s in charge.”

Then he looked at Willow.

For once, there was no pride in his eyes.

No power.

Only desperate trust.

“Protect her.”

“With my life,” Willow swore.

Josiah nodded once.

He stepped back.

The steel door began to close.

The last thing Willow saw before the vault sealed was Josiah turning toward the stairs and walking straight into the fire continue reading …