He Rammed My Car, I Erased His Empire

As the only daughter of the most powerful mafia don, I went in disguise to meet my arranged fiancé alone. But his mistress took my parking spot, shattered both my legs, and he stood there watching. They tore at my clothes and planned to toss me into the Hudson, thinking I was powerless. What they didn’t know was that the distress beacon I pressed had already sent Black Hawks racing over New York. In sixty seconds, this city will know who really holds the power.