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

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expensive scotch, and rain.

Josiah sat behind a massive mahogany desk. In the harsh desk lamp light, he looked exhausted. The shadows beneath his eyes were carved deep into his sharp face.

He did not look up immediately.

“You came,” he said.

His voice was low and rough, vibrating through the room.

“You paid my debts in advance,” Willow said, keeping her continue reading …

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