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

his personal space in a way no one dared to do.

“You’re failing her.”

The air shifted.

“You pay me to fix her,” Willow continued. “To calm her down. To make her stop screaming. But she’s not the problem, Josiah. You are.”

A bodyguard near the door shifted, hand twitching toward his jacket.

Josiah raised one finger.

The man froze.

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