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

him apart, and he was turning all of it into anger.

The only emotion he knew how to control.

He stepped back and raised his boot.

He was going to kick the door open.

“Josiah, stop.”

Willow jumped up and placed herself between him and the door, pressing both hands flat against his chest.

His heart hammered against his ribs.

“Move, Willow,” he snarled. “She continue reading …