Billionaire's Fake Savior: Unmasking The Truth
led of rotting vegetables and urine. Imogene stepped out the heavy steel doo
les screamed in protest. She wiped her forehea
mm
ws behind the dumpster. It wa
mp. Frank Kowalski. Her foster father. The man who had taken her in when she "d
ce was unshaven, his eyes yellowed
, her voice tight. "I
" Frank slurred. He lun
had grabbed her the night before. The bruise was sti
he tried to
. "I got debts, Immy. Bad debts. You
ene shouted. "I gave i
ia
ed onto the wet pavement. Tampons, a hairbrush, a library book, and the remain
the cash. "Rent, huh?
ene dropped to her knee
in the chest. Imogene fell backward, landing in a puddle
ontusion. She catalogued Frank's movements, the way he favored his left leg, the slight wheeze in his breath.
ack. He looked out, saw the domestic dispute, and closed the door
r leg. "You're just like your mo
pack at her. "Don't come
down the alley, disap
ng. She felt a deep, crushing hollowness in her chest. She could kill him. She kn
w attention. She couldn't have the police run her prints. If the Cof
rated through
at the mouth of the alley. A Maybach. The ti
e was too busy trying to gather her scattere
irl in the mud. He saw the man walk away with the mon
n said. His v
Marcus asked fro
reet trash fighting over scraps
full of broken people. He couldn't fix
r purr
k. Her hands were shaking, not from fear, but fro
at the em
roat, right over the carotid artery. A single, cle
he subway, the fury banked int