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

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Briana waited in the narrow alcove near the coat closet.

She held her breath as he passed.

His attention moved toward the kitchen island, toward the dead guard, toward the blood he expected to understand.

Briana moved.

She did not punch.

She did not kick.

She used what she had.

Her hands seized the back of his tactical vest, and she yanked backward continue reading …