Poor Waitress Took A Hit For A Mafia Boss’s Sister — Then He Learned Why She Needed Money.

Synopsis

The night I saved a mafia boss’s sister, I was wearing a stained waitress apron, shoes with the soles peeling off, and a hospital bill folded inside my pocket. I didn’t know half of Boston lowered its voice when he walked into a room. All I knew was that a nineteen-year-old girl was about to take a steel baton to the skull, and nobody moved.