THEY MOCKED THE MAFIA BOSS FOR MARRYING A HEAVYSET ACCOUNTANT—THEN SHE DESTROYED THE MEN SENT TO KILL HIM

her fuzzy socks, leaving herself in dark leggings and a fitted black sweater.

Silence mattered now.

So did movement.

Her size, the thing so many people had mistaken for weakness, became something else inside her body.

Mass.

Power.

A low center of gravity.

Strength people had trained themselves not to see.

The front door cracked open.

Three figures entered.

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