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

of Marcelo’s, a discreet Italian bistro tucked away in the city’s financial district. It was the kind of place wealthy people loved because no one looked too closely and no one asked questions out loud.

Inside, the air was warm and heavy with garlic, simmering marinara, expensive wine, and quiet money.

Willow moved through it like a ghost.

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