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

by thunder so loud it shook the oak floorboards under Willow’s feet.

She woke instantly.

Her first thought was not the storm.

It was Mia.

Willow threw off the covers and rushed down the hallway in bare feet. The house was silent beneath the roar of rain.

When she reached Mia’s room, she did not knock.

She opened the door softly.

The bed was empty.

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