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

went white.

Willow lowered the flashlight.

The adrenaline left her all at once.

Her knees buckled.

She did not hit the floor.

Josiah caught her around the waist with one arm, supporting her while still holding his daughter with the other.

He looked at Willow then.

Really looked.

The waitress who had walked into his house for thirty thousand dollars a month continue reading …