The Waitress Is Actually The Mafia Queen

I spent a year scrubbing floors in my fiancé’s club, hiding my identity as the daughter of the Capo dei Capi.

I needed to know if Connor Bishop was a King worth merging empires with, or just a puppet.

The answer came walking in wearing a neon pink dress.

Jaden Juarez, a civilian he was infatuated with, didn't just treat me like a servant; she deliberately poured scalding espresso over my hand because I refused to be her valet.

The pain was blinding, my skin blistering instantly.

I video-called Connor, showing him the burn, expecting him to enforce the code of our world.