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

staring at Mia.

“Yes, it is,” Willow said carefully.

Her right hand slipped into her jacket pocket, fingers wrapping around the small panic button Marcus had given her on her first day.

“She has her mother’s hair,” the man said conversationally. “Elena always loved the wind. Said it made her feel free. Tragic, what happened. The world is dangerous for continue reading …