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

“Mia, sweetie, it’s Willow. Can you open the door?”

No answer.

Only silence.

For four hours, Willow sat in the hallway outside the bedroom. She leaned against the wall and read aloud. She slipped little notes under the door. She tried everything.

Nothing worked.

At two in the afternoon, heavy footsteps thundered down the corridor.

Josiah appeared.

He looked continue reading …