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

a hand the size of a dinner plate against her chest.

“Back off, waitress.”

“She’s going to cut her hand,” Willow said quietly.

Her voice had none of the fear that pulsed through the rest of the room.

She looked him directly in the eyes.

“Move.”

Josiah turned.

His dark gaze locked onto her, sharp and assessing. In less than a second, he took in the cheap uniform,continue reading …