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

11:30 p.m., the front doors opened.

Josiah stepped inside looking exhausted, tie loosened, the smell of expensive cigars and cold night air clinging to him.

He stopped when he saw Willow standing there, arms crossed.

“Is there a problem?”

“It’s about you,” Willow snapped.

Her voice was sharper than it had ever been with him.

She stepped closer, entering continue reading …