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

her off.

She gripped the porcelain tighter.

“I’ll cut you. Go away.”

“You could,” Willow agreed, nodding slowly. “But then you’d get blood on that pretty dress. And honestly, the stain removal bill for velvet is a nightmare. Plus, my boss would probably make me clean it up, and I’m already on hour ten of my shift.”

Mia stared at her.

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