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

She was a creature of survival.

And survival required capital.

At 7:45 p.m., she stepped out of a battered taxi in front of towering wrought iron gates that looked like they belonged to another century.

They did not guard a house.

They guarded a fortress.

Before Willow reached the intercom, the massive gates swung open silently, like a predator opening continue reading …