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

it was equally obvious that he had no idea how to comfort her.

“Quiet down,” he hissed. “You’re making a scene. Sit.”

“No!”

Mia planted her patent leather shoes against the hardwood floor and threw her whole body backward.

Then, with a sudden vicious twist, she broke free.

Her small arm swept across the nearest empty table.

A crystal water pitcher and a continue reading …