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

melody and rubbing steady circles across Mia’s back.

They sat there for what felt like hours.

Outside, the storm threw its fury against the stone walls.

Inside, something shifted.

For the first time since her mother’s death, Mia allowed an adult to comfort her.

She let go of the exhausting armor of rage and violence.

She became what she had always been underneath continue reading …