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

spiked through her chest.

“Mia?” she whispered.

Lightning lit the cavernous room.

“Go away.”

The voice was tiny, muffled, trembling.

It came from the far corner.

Willow let her eyes adjust. Between a massive antique wardrobe and the wall, Mia was curled into a defensive ball, hands clamped over her ears, knees pulled to her chest.

Willow did not turn on the continue reading …