She Accidentally Texted the Wrong Twin...Now the Mafia Enforcer Won't Let her Go | Billionaire Mafia

All content on this channel, including all videos, audio, and scripts, is the original work of the creator and is protected by copyright law. Chapter 1. Lyra. Happy birthday to me. I stared at my reflection in the visor mirror of my father's rusted sedan. The glass was cracked down the middle, splitting my face into two jagged halves. It felt

appropriate. There was the girl I used to be, the one who dreamed of owning a jazz club and singing until her voice gave out. And then there was the girl I was tonight, the girl being sold. I dabbed my pinky finger into the pot of concealer and pressed it against my upper arm. The

bruise was a modeled purple, shaped exactly like my mother's thumb. She had grabbed me this morning before I left the house, digging her nails in just to remind me of the stakes. Do not mess this up, Lyra. Smile. Be charming. Do not let them see the fear. I layered the makeup on until the purple

disappeared under a mask of beige. It was just another lie in a life built on them. My father tapped the steering wheel. His hands were shaking. He smelled like cheap cologne and old fear. We were idling at the gates of the Moretti estate, a sprawling fortress of stone and iron that loomed over the city

like a sleeping beast. This was the masquerade ball, the event of the season for the criminal underworld. And I was the offering. He looked at me, his eyes watery and bloodshot. You look beautiful, Lyra. Just beautiful. They will love you. I snapped the visor shut. Do not pretend this is a debutant ball. Dad, we both know what this is.

You owe them money. You do not have it. So, you brought me? He flinched. It is not like that. I just need more time. If you make a good impression, if you catch the eye of someone important, maybe Leo Moretti himself, it buys us grace. Just a little grace. Grace. That was a funny