prologue

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My grandfather was my best friend.

He showed me what I believed to be unconditional love. He taught me, consoled me, and then told me to never fuck it up. When I asked why, I would leave with either a hand print on my face or a bruise on my arm.

But he loved me. And I loved him.

He paid attention to me in a way that I needed. My father was too focused on his career and my mother cared for Carter and Irene in a way I had long since desired. But I knew I would never have that. Not while I still had Mickey.

Mickey loved me so much that he wanted me to be a part of the Family. He saw something in me. He knew I could help him get what he wanted.

A way inside the White House.

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