THE MAFIA BOSS SLAPPED A SHY WAITRESS OVER A STOLEN WATCH — THEN SHE CALLED HER FATHER AND HE REALIZED HE HAD HIT THE WRONG GIRL

quiet enough, stayed small enough.

But blood had a way of finding its own reflection.

Josie reached behind her back and untied her white apron.

She let it fall to the floor beside the shattered porcelain and discarded platinum watch.

“Tell my father I will be on the private jet at Teterboro in an hour,” she said.

Her voice held no shyness now.

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