Mafia Books for Women
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Damien's Lethal Obsession
"How dare you, Erika? If I'm not saying anything to you, will you start taking advantage of it?" Damien roared, slapping her hard on her face. She stumbled, losing her balance, and fell on the floor. "Your place is here, in my feet, got it?" Erika remained silent, not leaving a word out of her mouth. "You dare to push Damien. Where did you got the guts to push Damien, huh?" Erika still kept on staying silent, not even daring to leave a whimper out of her mouth. ******** Thirty-year-old Damien Blake is a ruthless, savage, cold-blooded, and arrogant man who doesn't know or believe in love. He doesn't have a heart, but a piece of flash which shows not an ounce of mercy on others. He treats girls like a toy as he keeps them with himself for only a one-night stand. In the promotion ceremony for his office, he saw a girl, Erika Smith, who is the daughter of the employee of his office named Smith Dawson. He felt attracted to her charm, innocence, and her pretty face. Erika sensed his intentions. Her life turns upside down when Damien offers her a contract marriage. Either she will accept his offer, or he will kick out his father from his job for which he spent years to reach the ladder of success to get there. How will her life turn after she signs a marriage contract with Damien? Would he be her saviour, treating her like a princess as her father, or would he turn savage, using and keeping her as his mistress? How deeply will it affect the life of Damien when he starts getting used to this innocent girl and gets obsessed with her beauty and innocence? Is he ready to keep her with him for good? How will things unfold between them?/0/53055/coverorgin.jpg?v=e2c3f26acc6176d3e98d8f7d5dee5d4c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia Boss's Obsession
A twenty-year-old, Zaina Amara Jones, has been kicked out of her thirtieth attended School due to a reason she sent more than ten bitches bullies to the hospital. She's untamed, unpredictable, heartless, dangerous and a type of lady you shouldn't wish to mess with. She's not afraid of anything, even death, because for her... She has nothing to lose. A twenty-seven-year-old, Vaughn Russo, found himself having an interest in a certain girl. From the first time he laid his eyes on her, he knew already he would do everything for him to make her his. He's cold, intimidating, ruthless, stoic and a type of man you shouldn't want to see or meet. He can kill you without any hesitation because, for him, killing is just normal. Two fearless people, one being tamed and untamed. What will happen when their paths cross? It's either there will be peace or war./0/82580/coverorgin.jpg?v=950cd638ec8eeaa6ecdf2c708b81a46b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Medal of Honor: A Daughter's Reckoning
My younger brother, David, clutched his art scholarship, his face beaming with the promise of a future. Our small, cramped apartment, usually filled with textbooks and art supplies, felt like a palace that night. He was seventeen, brilliant, and on the cusp of his dreams. Then, a hard knock on the door, not the friendly kind. Three brutal enforcers from the notorious Rizzo crime family burst in, smashing our world. They shoved me aside, seized David, and I heard screams, crashes, and my brother's desperate cry: "No! My portfolio!" When they finally left, David lay bleeding, his drawing hand bent at a sickening angle, his scholarship certificate torn and stomped on. But the nightmare had only just begun. The police laughed me out of the station, dismissing it as "not clearly an assault." Lawyers turned pale at the Rizzo name, citing "conflict of interest." Our cries for justice were met with chilling threats, online smear campaigns, and my job loss. Frank Rizzo Sr. himself called, gloating, threatening to have David discharged from the hospital. How could they be so powerful, so terrifyingly untouchable? Every avenue for help was blocked. We were just two kids against an powerful empire built on fear and corruption that seemingly owned our entire city. Were we truly fighting a losing battle against evil that had permeated every system? They wanted me to feel utterly hopeless, to break me. But when I saw my Medal of Honor father' s torn uniform photograph amidst the wreckage, a desperate, crazy thought sparked. Washington D.C. The Pentagon. Could a dead hero's forgotten legacy still offer a chance at justice, even when all hope seemed lost in a world gone wrong?/0/66682/coverorgin.jpg?v=787042880c577db2a3de30c71003e87e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Possessive Mafia Protector
Samantha was hated by her parents, cheated on by her boyfriend and betrayed by her younger sister, Belinda. She was their parent's favorite child and even when Belinda stole her boyfriend, their parents stood by her. While Samantha was nursing a heartbreak, her betrayers still bullied her. However, a strange man came from nowhere and stood up for her. After that incident, Samantha's life changed forever. Robert, who was rumored to be a ruthless Mafia Lord, became possessive of her and never let anyone hurt her again. He had a reason for coming closer to her but when Samantha learned about it, she fled and got into an accident. The accident led to the revelation of the truth about her which her parents kept a secret. Find out how Samantha was able to deal with all the dramas in her life./0/55002/coverorgin.jpg?v=17dad93b3e9f3f6cdfa6f604f90a2082&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Hiding The Son Of The Mafia Boss
It's twelve o'clock in the morning but my eyes are still wide open, hoping that he will come even after midnight. I'm trying to convince myself that maybe he went somewhere or maybe he bought some more surprises for me first, especially since it's our anniversary today, but at this time it's impossible that there are any stores open. My favorite cooked food and we always eat it every time we go out is cold, the candle that I have been changing every time the one I lit has run out. I slowly wiped the tears that escaped from my eyes, after which the waiter approached me. "Sir, let's put it away. It's already twelve o'clock and it looks like what you're waiting for won't come" was his sad voice that made me laugh out loud while trying not to cry. "Maybe, I'm sorry if I bothered you. It doesn't matter. I'll pay. I'm sorry I kept you waiting" I said shyly, especially since what time was it, they really waited patiently even past the time their job "Please don't, sir, your initial payment is enough. You don't have to pay again" he said with a smile that made me smile. Before I went home, I thanked them and asked for their patience, especially since I just waited for them for nothing. As soon as I walked out the door, the tears that I had been holding back quickly came to the fore. My eyes were blurry as I walked down the dark road to the nearest waiting shed. When I arrived, I immediately adjusted my appearance, especially since there were other people waiting for a ride. Even though my eyes were swollen shut, and it was obvious that I was crying a lot, I managed not to cry while sitting in front of many people. Somehow I can still control my emotions. Just a few minutes later, a taxi came by, so I got in. As soon as I got on board, I immediately told the driver where he was going to drop me off, and he also moved easily and didn't say anything else. During the flight, only weak sobs and cries that I could hear filled the entire car, I know that the driver felt my pain but he just let me go. During our three-year relationship with Kieth, I can barely feel his growing cold toward me. There were times when whenever I wanted to be clingy to him he would quickly avoid and turn his back on me. He also always forgets important days, like monthsarry and my birthday. His coldness only started when whenever something happened between us, I always made him use protection. Kieth is the type of man who is not satisfied and is not easily satisfied. He also has a narrow mind and his perspective is not open to other things. FLASHBACK "You're getting big, Jion! Every time something happens to us, you always put a condom on me, what do you think of me? A dirty man who has a lot of sex and is sick?! You're getting big with your tits!" What he was saying to me with a smile made me close my eyes because of the loudness of his voice. "N-it's not like that, I just want both of us to be protected" was my excuse that only made him angrier. "It's up to you! That bitch! You're still cleaning your pussy! I've hit you again! It's up to you!" he said furiously and stormed out of the room. END OF FLASHBACK As much as I wanted to tell him the real reason why I made him wear protection, I was afraid of his reaction. Because I'm a barrier. I am one of the small population of men who can carry people. And beyond that are the horrible comments we get from people. And Kieth was one of them. When I asked him about men who can carry people, he just laughed at me. That was also the day I wanted to confess the truth to him about my personality, but I didn't think to continue because of his spicy words that caused me to hide everything from him. "Those are children of the devil, I don't even know how they were formed. I have a strong feeling that they are children of Satan or maybe from another planet, who wouldn't be afraid? A man can get pregnant? I've been fooled" Those were the exact words that came out of Kieth's mouth, that's why even though I wanted to tell him about my condition, it was better to hide everything from him. That's why I was afraid of him knowing that I could get pregnant, so I always made him wear protection especially since there is a high possibility of me getting pregnant. And because of that, we often argue about that, this is what we always fight about especially because of his attitude that he should be the one who obeys in everything. Maybe that's why he was getting farther and farther away, until he was too far away and I couldn't catch up with him. "Sir we are here" I immediately turned around when the driver suddenly spoke, so I quickly paid and got out of the taxi. I walked towards our house absentmindedly. If only people could see me now, I'd be staggering like a zombie, looking like heaven and earth had fallen, but I didn't care anymore and went straight ahead. I was about to open the gate when I saw that the light in our room was on, a sign that Kieth was home. It's impossible that/1/104643/coverorgin.jpg?v=8c9a3f7b4e6cfd29be1b75799996ed1b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Just A Placeholder: Dying For His Mistress
I stood on the tarmac clutching white magnolias, watching the man I loved hand his loyalty to the woman born to destroy me. Dante Cavallaro, the Ruthless Underboss, didn't just leave me for Sofia Moretti. He revealed that for two years, I wasn't his lover. I was a human shield. The heavy iron bangle he forced me to wear wasn't a gift for my protection. "It's a Malocchio anchor," he sneered as I lay paralyzed on the floor. "It drains the wearer's luck to keep Sofia healthy. You are just the filter." My body began to rot from the inside out, my nerves dying one by one. When I was finally on my deathbed, unable to move or speak, Dante didn't cry for me. He cried because his tool was broken. He forced the cursed bangle onto his own wrist, begging the universe to keep me alive so I could continue to suffer in Sofia's place. "Please," he sobbed into my sheets. "Don't leave me alone with the bad luck." I used my last breath to make a wish—not for him, but for my freedom. I closed my eyes and died. Exactly one hour later, Dante's phone rang. It was his father. "Sofia just collapsed," he said. "Her heart just stopped." I was the vessel. And now that I was gone, the poison had come home to the King./0/74145/coverorgin.jpg?v=e07f203525618a6f8d7e40b58e3f2b5b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia Vows of Vengeance
Swaby Nolan was born into a world of blood and loyalty, the daughter of one of New York's most feared mafia bosses. But when her family is betrayed and slaughtered in a ruthless coup, she is forced into hiding, presumed dead. For years, she has bided her time, sharpening her skills and building alliances in the shadows. Now, Swaby returns-not as a helpless heir, but as a cold-blooded strategist set on avenging her family. Her plan? Infiltrate the empire of the man responsible for her family's downfall-Matteo Costa, the new king of the underworld. Matteo is as ruthless as he is captivating, a man who trusts no one and sees betrayal at every turn. But when Swaby steps into his world under a new identity, sparks fly in a deadly game of cat and mouse. As the line between revenge and desire blurs, Swaby must decide-will she destroy Matteo and claim her vengeance, or will she lose herself in the dark allure of the man she swore to kill?/0/64736/coverorgin.jpg?v=c9360fb5f5a81b345bab20a9ca9aab64&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA LORD
"Where do you think you're going, huh? You're mine now, Little Mouse. Get back in the house!" Vincenzo's voice boomed, sending chills down Victoria's spine as her world seemed to crumble. Victoria Washington was shattered-betrayed by her boyfriend who dumped her the day before his wedding, to her sister. She was left humiliated, mocked by everyone. But fate had other plans for her. She's broken, he's lost. She's full of fear, and he's the monster. Yet, somehow, he's her light while he remains in darkness. Vincenzo Dante will stop at nothing to tarnish his family's name for forcing him into a marriage he never wanted. But what he doesn't realize is that his new wife is stronger than she seems-too broken to bend under his cruelty. But when love begins to bloom, and secrets start to unfold, what will happen next?/1/113079/coverorgin.jpg?v=0887ed1f4cd9dc8fe85a635d915f25b3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Disguised Heiress And The Mafia Don
I was the Harrington family's only son, forced to play a deadly game of shadows in the brutal underworld of Chicago. After a meeting with the Falcones left me poisoned and broken, my car was run off the road in a calculated hit. I crawled from the wreckage, bloodied and desperate, only to find Damien Cobb, the city's untouchable Don, looming over me with a gun pressed to my temple. He didn't see a victim; he saw a pawn to be crushed. My jacket was ripped, my secret bindings nearly exposed, and my life hung by a thread. I managed to talk my way out of the execution, but the humiliation was absolute. When I returned home, the nightmare followed, haunting my sleep with the cold steel of a blade against my throat. The world saw Alessandro Harrington, a man, but the truth was a fragile secret I guarded with my life. I was surrounded by predators who smelled my fear and mistook my silence for weakness. Why was I the target of their cruelty, and how could I keep my family safe when my very existence was a lie waiting to be unraveled? Enough was enough. I wouldn't be the prey anymore. I stood in the mirror, adjusting my shirt, and made a choice: I would stop hiding and start hunting. The dockworkers' strike was my opening, and I would use it to bring the untouchable Don to his knees./1/135466/coverorgin.jpg?v=525716c94c0454ee3347a891d4e4dbc2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
She Took The Empire And Left Him
When my husband, the ruthless mafia Boss Lucian, brought his fragile first love Elena back to our fortified estate, everyone in the New York underworld waited to see me go insane. Instead, at her welcome dinner, I didn't just voluntarily give up my seat at the head of the table; I even smiled and set an extra silver plate for her. But from that day on, a new rule was established in our household. Every time she occupied a position that belonged to me, Lucian had to pay a territory fee. The head of the dining table was five hundred thousand dollars. The passenger seat of my armored SUV was one million. And the "VIP Mother's Seat" at the heir's academy was the most expensive: three million dollars. In just half a month, I had collected seventeen million dollars. On the night of my thirtieth birthday, my seven-year-old biological son, Leo, once again dragged my designated chair toward Elena, presenting it to her like a prized treasure. He made a mocking face at me. "Aunt Elena's back hurts. She should have this seat," he announced loudly. "Mom, you wouldn't charge a little kid for this, right?" The entire table of mafia elites chuckled. They all assumed that, faced with the son I had fiercely protected for seven years, I would finally cave in and value our maternal bond. Instead, I calmly opened my black leather ledger and wrote down "five hundred thousand dollars" right next to my own son's name./1/119568/coverorgin.jpg?v=64b24421e8372acf4f3acddc34d89afa&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Stole My Blueprint, I Stole His Empire
I was the hidden architect behind the Moretti mafia family's billion-dollar empire. My capo fiancé, Gianni, used to bring me coffee and murmur grand promises of protection. But at two in the morning, he sent a blunt text demanding my master decryption keys. Attached was a photo of his new fiancée, the Underboss's niece, wearing a massive blood diamond bought with my hard work. He had coldly dumped me, claiming my independence was a defect for a mafia wife. Now, he was presenting my flawless smuggling blueprint to the Commission, listing himself as the mastermind and his new prize as the architect. My name was completely scrubbed from the records. He actually expected me to quietly hand over the core security codes so he wouldn't look like a fool in front of the bosses. He treated me like a disposable tool, meant to bleed for a syndicate that stole my genius to enrich a parasite. "Port logistics keys. Now. Francesca is having a fit and I have to deal with it." I stared at his arrogant message, a creeping chill of absolute rage washing over me. He really thought I would just obediently submit and watch him build his kingdom on my back. I looked at the chat window where my habitual "Yes, Capo" was already typed. I deleted it. Instead, I snapped my burner phone in half, packed my original files, and took my master blueprint straight to the most feared Don in the underworld./0/73172/coverorgin.jpg?v=c414e755101536fc4e94d5dfdefc2eb5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Christiano's Angel
Miss wanna-be journalist, Cassandra Thorne, would do anything for the scoop. Anything, including finding her way into an underground club exclusive to only those in the Genovese Mafia and the beautiful women they employ. What could be more perfect? She would stick to the shadows, record a few videos, and write the biggest story New York has ever seen, thereby making her a legend. Easy as pie. Until she got found out. A series of blatant lies and luck breaks later, and she's mistaken for one of the workers underneath. While many might be terrified of this, Cassandra couldn't be more excited. The freedom to roam the area and talk to all the members of the infamous brotherhood will leave no rock unturned. All she had to do was keep her cover until the night is over and the workers go home. But there were just two problems: One was him, Christiano Genovese. The Don. The Godfather. The one damned man who had taken a keen interest in Cassandra. Even that was something she could handle for one night. Except for problem number two: They don't leave. Not at the end of the night, the end of the week, or even the end of the year. By the time Cassandra realized that not even the biggest scoop is worth the price, she was in far too deep to call it quits now./1/112106/coverorgin.jpg?v=1e2ba5bb58f8ebf1d30156b5abf4fb34&imageMogr2/format/webp)
XANDER VITTORIO LOVE STORY
He's a Mafia Boss's son. He's handsome and courageous. She's a Billionaire's daughter. She's finely educated, beautiful, and innocent. They fall in love in close proximity inside the Bratva cage as prisoners. They were tortured physically and emotionally. But, love prevails between them in another place and at another time. Love is unconditional...Love is everything..../1/109835/coverorgin.jpg?v=347b6bc9e1f7867c275e6614a6b689ab&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Burned by Poison, Saved by the Devil
My cousin Hailey paid a dock worker to assault me just to ruin my engagement. To survive the military-grade aphrodisiac she poisoned me with, I stumbled into a walk-in freezer and threw myself onto the only source of cold I could find-a man paralyzed by unnatural hypothermia. It was a desperate, primal exchange of my heat for his ice just to keep my heart from stopping. But when Hailey threw open the heavy iron door, leading my fiancé and the entire Bolton family to witness my "shame," her triumphant grin instantly vanished. She hadn't caught me with a low-life thug. She had caught me straddling Demetrius Maddox, the ruthless Iron King of Chicago. The air in the room dropped to absolute zero. My grandmother screamed in horror, and my father turned the color of ash. Hailey, blinded by jealousy, tried to double down. She pointed a manicured finger at the deadliest man in the city and called him a "nameless muscle" I picked up to defile the family name. She didn't realize she had just signed her own death warrant. I didn't cower. I realized this was the only chance to survive the family that wanted me dead. I walked up to the Devil himself, my body still humming with the poison, and looked him in the eye. "Kill me, and the cold inside you wins," I whispered, knowing he was dying from the inverse of my own poison. "I am the only doctor who knows how to cure you." Demetrius tightened his hand around my throat, his dark eyes assessing my worth. "Prove it," he growled. I turned back to my trembling cousin and signaled the enforcer to hand me the whip./0/81284/coverorgin.jpg?v=c998ee772fb09a8d139d85de1ce0746b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Virgin For The Mafia Prince
Elena's world takes a wild spin when the rugged Mafia prince, Dante, chooses to wed her over her cousin, Antonia. Facing her abusive family's wrath for allegedly enchanting the mafia prince, Elena's heart remains loyal to her true love, Isaac, whom she plans to escape with. Against her wishes, Dante seals their marriage fate, leaving Elena helpless. Yet, Dante's love for her is boundless, until a sudden twist frames her for betrayal. Unfazed, Dante turns cold and ruthless, opting to marry her cousin. As Dante's cruelty escalates, a shocking revelation unveils the truth behind the false accusation. But it's too late – Elena's heart, once warmed by their love, turns icy. Despite Dante's desperate attempts to mend their shattered connection, the wounds of betrayal threaten to forever shatter their once-promising love story./0/58573/coverorgin.jpg?v=c2304a0b4782b940df16f8eab3870562&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mafia's Accidental Bride
Nadia's life was a symphony of flour, sugar, and the contented sighs of satisfied customers. Her bakery, "Flour & Fancy," was a haven of warmth and comfort, away from the whispers of the city's underbelly. One rainy afternoon, a misplaced invitation shattered the tranquility. Addressed to "Nadia Petrova," it spoke of a lavish wedding for a couple she didn't recognize. Intrigued by the strange coincidence and fueled by a touch of reckless curiosity, Nadia tucked the invitation into her pocket. Over the following weeks, the misplaced invitation became a twisted calling card. Cryptic messages, delivered through seemingly ordinary means – tucked under her bakery door, finding it in her purse – drew Nadia deeper into Dante's world. Torn between her fear and a growing fascination with the man behind the power, Nadia began to search for the enigmatic Don only to come up with nothing not even his picture. Her creations, infused with love and a hint of rebellion, became a silent conversation between them. The night of the wedding, a world unseen by Nadia unfolded. The venue, a mansion shrouded in shadows, pulsed with a dangerous energy. Inside, opulent chaos reigned – glittering gowns, veiled threats exchanged under crystal chandeliers, and a tension that crackled in the air. Here, Nadia encountered Dante Russo, the enigmatic Don. His gaze, as sharp as obsidian, held a flicker of surprise when he saw her. Despite the danger radiating from him, Nadia couldn't deny a spark of attraction. She found herself to be the center of the invitation. She was the bride without even realizing it. Dante realizes that there was a mix-up. She was not the girl he hired to be his fake bride. To save face, he comes up with a plan. She had two choices either accept the deal or get killed by the Don. As Nadia learned more about Dante's world, the harsh realities of the mafia life clashed with her kind heart. Witnessing a brutal act of violence forced her to confront the darkness that lurked beneath the surface. Their connection, a forbidden dance on the edge of a knife, threatened to unravel everything. One night, she stumbled upon a truth. They used her as bait, luring Dante into a trap. The invitation was not a mix-up. It was deliberately sent by her husband's brother. The ensuing chaos forced Nadia to choose – retreat to the safety of her bakery or fight for the man who had awakened a fierce protectiveness within her. As she was picking up the broken pieces, she came to know the dark secret. Her parents were killed by Dante Russo 10 years ago. Thrown into yet another challenge, she navigated her way through. In the end, Dante dismantled the violent operations of the Russo family, leaving behind a legacy of justice. Nadia, no longer just a baker, became his partner, not just in love, but in building a new future./0/65711/coverorgin.jpg?v=e656f17473a462f79da4a6e98674febd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia lord's Addiction
Veronica Jones thought she could handle the shadows, thought she could expose the truth behind her father's death without falling victim to the monsters who lurked there. But when her search leads her straight into the path of Archie Lodge the city's most feared mafia lord her plan unravels. Archie is as ruthless as he is possessive, a man who controls everything and everyone in his world. And once he sets his sights on Veronica, he'll stop at nothing to keep her close. Drawn to Archie against her better judgment, Veronica finds herself caught in a brutal game of power, seduction, and survival. What starts as hate burns into something darker, something she can't shake no matter how hard she tries. But Archie's world comes with secrets and a danger that doesn't forgive, and the deeper she falls, the harder it becomes to break free. With her heart in one hand and her freedom in the other, Veronica must decide face the fire and risk losing everything, or escape and leave the only man who's ever set her soul ablaze./1/107565/coverorgin.jpg?v=f58c6b99058f39968794f83eb1f86d31&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Jilted Heart, A Mafia Don's Love
For four years, Ember traced the bullet scar on Chace's chest, believing it proved his unwavering protection. Their anniversary gala was supposed to be the night he finally proposed, a symbol of their future. Instead, she stood frozen, watching him slide his mother's sapphire onto Karyn Warren's finger—the daughter of a rival family. His voice, amplified by the silent ballroom, declared, "Karyn is for power. Ember is for pleasure. Don't confuse the assets." Her heart incinerated. Publicly humiliated, she was ordered to remain his mistress, threatened with her dead mother's grave. Chace, confident her father's debts trapped her, forced her from their shared penthouse. He then used a fake "Help. Sick." text to lure Ember to a club, only to humiliate her further, calling her "loyal like a dog." Karyn ordered a soldier to "touch" Ember while Chace watched, indifferent. With no other choice, Ember drank a punishment cup containing wine she was severely allergic to. She collapsed, suffocating on the club floor, as Chace and Karyn watched, annoyed. Waking in a sterile hospital room, her throat raw, she faced Chace's cold relief and Karyn's dismissive cruelty. The betrayal was absolute, the injustice sickening. But moments before, in her despair, Ember had invoked a Blood Oath. She texted Keith Mosley, the ruthless Don, accepting his price for her father's debt: marriage. She would become his, and she was ready to pay./1/118272/coverorgin.jpg?v=ef1066afb645c5518ce83c1a9efb3320&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Let His Mistress Strip Me
My husband froze my cards in front of Chicago's most ruthless mobsters. Then he let his mistress smash a bottle of wine at my feet-and ordered his men to strip me if I couldn't pay. The room laughed. They called me a useless trophy wife. They had no idea what I had done for him in the shadows. No idea that I wasn't begging for mercy-I was buying time. I borrowed a burner phone and made one call. They thought they were humiliating me. They had thirty minutes to learn just how wrong they were./0/94263/coverorgin.jpg?v=3570fc4d2b07fa9772c0ab1ccab94366&imageMogr2/format/webp)
