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

told stories.

About dragons.

About warriors.

About Leo.

She kept her voice low and steady, anchoring Mia through fear.

At 4:13 a.m., the vault lock clanked.

Willow instantly pushed Mia behind her and grabbed a heavy metal flashlight, raising it like a club despite the screaming pain in her shoulder.

The steel door slid open.

Smoke billowed in.

Cordite.

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