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

did not look Josiah in the eye.

They looked at his collarbone, his desk, the floor, anywhere but directly at him.

“My daughter, Mia,” he began, voice shifting into something controlled and clinical, “has driven away fourteen nannies, three tutors, and a child psychologist in six months. She destroys property. She refuses to sleep. She exhibits violent continue reading …