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

a silver tray loaded with veal scallopini on one palm while adjusting the apron tied tightly around her waist with the other. She was twenty-four years old, exhausted down to the marrow, and focused on one thing only: surviving another double shift.

Her mother’s medical bills had not disappeared just because her mother was gone.

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