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I'm Jennifer Holman, ex-spy extraordinaire turned reluctant housewife, wrestling twin tornadoes Timmy and Max through breakfast battlefields, sock apocalypses, and bedtime bribery wars.
My cheating, abusive husband Will kicks the bucket in a laughable "golfing accident," unleashing his dirty smuggler secrets-he's been skimming billions from mafia kingpin Nicholai Maserati, who crashes my door with goons, demands it all back, and tries to kill me when I sass him right back.
Rusty skills snap alive: I lamp-smack, vase-shard, and neck-snap his thugs into oblivion, leaving my living room looking like a tornado hit a frat party-kids still snoring upstairs, natch. Impressed, smirking Nicholai blackmails me into his underworld crew or else, thrusting me back into disguises, stakeouts, and bubble baths hiding bruises while I juggle school runs and Lego landmines.
Along the way, I meet other men-adventurous flings who actually satisfy, unlike Will's limp efforts-fuelling my revenge fire amid rival gangs circling our hidden fortune. From PTA dodges to assassination gigs, it's maternal fury meets mafia mayhem in my unfiltered rants.
Can this badass mom outwit the underworld, protect her hellions, and reclaim her thrill without losing her mind-or her kids?
Author's Note: This is just a novel-don't take it seriously. It's all from my imagination and doesn't exist in real life. Nah, nope-trust me!
The story has themes that might disturb some readers. I don't condone them; see it as pure fiction only, no overthinking needed. If it's too much, feel free to stop here. Thanks!