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

a tantrum. You didn’t fear her.”

He paused.

His dark eyes locked onto hers.

“And more importantly, you didn’t fear me.”

Willow looked down at her worn sneakers.

Then back at him.

She thought about Mia at Marcelo’s, drowning in rage and sadness. She thought about the empty halls of this enormous house. She thought about a little girl growing up inside a fortress continue reading …