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

the massive mahogany front doors, they were already opening.

The same scarred bodyguard from Marcelo’s stood in the threshold.

He did not speak.

He simply stepped aside.

Willow entered.

The manor was breathtaking and completely empty of warmth.

Vaulted ceilings. Persian rugs. Cold marble statues. Dark oil paintings with severe faces staring down from the continue reading …