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

nervously against the imported Italian marble floor as she cried into her hands.

“She’s not a normal child, sir. She’s a monster. She bites. She screams. She breaks things. No one can handle her. Absolutely no one.”

Josiah said nothing at first.

He simply stood there, pinching the bridge of his nose, the heavy gold of his watch catching the low amber continue reading …