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Poor Single Mom Texted the Mafia Boss by Mistake – Asking for Money to Buy Baby Formula

Olivia Chen stared at her phone, her hands trembling as she typed the desperate message. Marcus, I know you're struggling too, but Mia has had a high fever for three days. I don't have money for medicine or to take her to the doctor. I just need fifty dollars. I'll find a way to pay you back. She hit send before she could change her mind, then collapsed against the water stained wall of her crumbling apartment in South Boston. Rain leaked through the ceiling, forming puddles on the cracked floor. The baby monitor crackled with the weak cries of her eighteen month old daughter, too exhausted to scream anymore. Olivia's checking account showed exactly ninety three cents. No medicine. No formula. The last bottle had been watered down so much it was barely more than cloudy water. She hadn't eaten in two days, giving every scrap of food to Mia. The eviction notice on her door gave her seven days. Her ex husband Daniel, a corrupt cop with connections to dangerous people, had sent an email yesterday: I know where you are. I'm coming for my daughter. And now, her only hope was her drug addicted brother who probably needed money more than she did. Three miles away, in the penthouse of Cross Tower, Damien Cross's phone buzzed. The thirty six year old man glanced at the notification, expecting an update from Victor about the Benedetti situation. Instead, he found himself staring at a message clearly not meant for him. Damien frowned, running a hand through his dark hair. This number was known to exactly five people in the world. This was obviously a wrong number. Yet something about the raw desperation in those lines made him pause. A sick child. A mother with nothing. It reminded him of another woman, twenty four years ago, who had died protecting her son from a monster. Is your daughter okay, he typed, surprising himself. When Olivia saw the response, her blood ran cold. This isn't Marcus. Wrong number. Horror washed over her as she checked the digits. She had mistyped the last number. I'm so sorry, she typed back quickly. Please ignore that. She threw her phone aside, shame burning through her exhaustion. Another failure in an endless chain of failures. Damien couldn't explain why he didn't simply move on. Perhaps it was the mention of a sick child. Or perhaps it was the welcome distraction from the war he was about to wage against his enemies. His assistant would say he was procrastinating. His dead mother would say he still had a heart buried somewhere beneath the ice. Both would be partially right. The baby has had a fever for three days, he typed. Have you taken her to a doctor? Olivia stared at the message, torn between suspicion and a flicker of desperate hope.

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