Chapter 11 - Remembering the Cold Nights Inside a Honda Civic
The camera flashes illuminated the metallic silver rings on her fingers, sparkling under the towering glass ceiling.
For a brief second, her mind flashed back to the backseat of her old Honda Civic parked behind the gym.
She remembered waking up shivering in the dark, wondering if she would ever escape the prison of poverty.
She remembered the taste of instant ramen eaten cold because she couldn't afford to run the hot plate.
Trevor had told her she was a nobody who would starve the moment she stepped out of his shadow.
Now, standing atop the ruins of his family dynasty, she knew how hollow those cruel words truly were.
Dante squeezed her hand gently, bringing her back to the present moment with a grounding wave of warmth.
“Tell them the truth, my love; let the city know who actually runs the financial district,” Dante encouraged.
Sadie stepped up to the central microphone stand, adjusting the height with calm, deliberate movements.
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The entire shopping center held its collective breath, waiting to hear what the mysterious wife of the mafia boss would say.
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