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

he understood something he hated.

She was the only lifeline he had.

“Done,” he said, voice rough. “Your things will be collected from your apartment tomorrow morning.”

Then he looked at her steadily.

“Welcome to the family, Willow.”

The east wing suite was as opulent and sterile as the rest of the house. A king-size bed. Marble bathroom. Floor-to-ceiling continue reading …