It was a one-sided massacre.All the cartel guys and the thugs Tony hired were no match for my mother's well-trained private security. When the gunfire stopped, the air hung thick with the smell of blood.Tony and Luca didn't die. My mother said death would be too kind for them.I watched them get zipped into body bags with my own eyes, but that was just the beginning.They were being shipped off to a private prison in Siberia.The maximum-security wing of the "Black Dolphin".No light, no sound, just endless hard labor and forty-below-zero cold.They'd spend the rest of their miserable lives there."I want them to regret being born every single second," she said.My mother took off her gloves and gently touched my face.Her hands were rough, but so warm they brought tears to my eyes.She told me she'd faked her death by cutting off a finger because she'd discovered a plot within the family's upper ranks to collude with enemies and purge dissenters.To keep me, her young daughter, from
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