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

need to extract,” Willow murmured.

“Now.”

“I know. Black SUV. West entrance. Move.”

They piled into the armored vehicle. The doors locked with a heavy metallic thud, and the SUV peeled away from the curb.

Mia looked up, confused.

“Why are we leaving so fast? You’re squeezing my hand, Willow.”

Willow forced herself to loosen her grip and smile.

“Sorry, Bug.continue reading …