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

sat Mia, smearing bright red acrylic paint across a beautiful antique rocking horse.

She looked up when Willow entered, eyes flashing.

Challenge.

Anticipation.

She was waiting for yelling.

Waiting for panic.

Waiting for Willow to break.

Willow said nothing.

She closed the door calmly, walked to an oversized leather armchair that had survived the destruction,continue reading …