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

watched Mia retreat into herself.

The child’s shoulders stiffened.

Her eyes lowered.

Her face closed.

A slow hot anger built inside Willow’s chest.

She could not let it stand.

That evening, she did not wait for Josiah in his study.

She knew he hated being confronted in his sanctuary.

Instead, she waited in the dark main hallway near the grand staircase.

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