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

slowly sank to her knees. Glass crunched beneath her slacks, but she did not flinch. Now she was at eye level with the child.

“That looks really sharp,” Willow said.

Her voice was conversational. Mild. Completely free of the frantic, syrupy tone adults used when they were trying to pacify a child they secretly feared.

Mia blinked.

The change in tone threw continue reading …