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

The child could not have been more than eight. She wore a beautiful navy velvet dress, now rumpled and twisted from her struggle. Her dark hair looked exactly like Josiah’s, but wild and tangled. Her face was red with fury, and the rage in her tiny body looked too large to belong there.

This was Mia.

Every patron in Marcelo’s suddenly became fascinated continue reading …