“I Need A Wife By Tomorrow,” The Mafia Boss Said — I Replied,“Then You’ll Have To Live At My Place.”

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Headlights tore through the night on the dirt road leading into the Harper farm at 11:30 on a Thursday night. Evelyn, dressed in an old set of pajamas with her brown hair hastily tied back, was about to switch off the porch light and go to bed when two glossy black SUVs rolled slowly to a stop at the gate. Her heart kicked into a wild rhythm. Her h... Read More