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

near their jackets, utterly useless against the threat standing in front of them.

Because what were they supposed to do?

Fight a grieving child?

Josiah took one step toward her.

Mia recoiled and grabbed a jagged shard of broken plate from the table edge.

She held it up like a tiny cornered gladiator.

“Don’t touch me!” she screamed, tears spilling down her continue reading …