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

family had not sent a warning.

They had sent an army.

Willow’s mind went icy clear.

She sprinted back down the hallway.

When she reached Mia’s room, Josiah was already on his feet. The grieving father had vanished. The lethal, calculating predator had returned. A heavy black handgun sat in his grip.

“They breached the east gate,” he barked. “Marcus is holding continue reading …