act up, you can get snatched up

act up, you can get snatched up

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All her life, Diana Ramos Covarrubias has had to fight. Growing up as a young Mexican orphan in predominantly white Humboldt County, she has been hate-crimed for as long as she could remember. Years of verbal abuse, physical assault, and racial harassment have toughened her up, having had to to develop a thick skin to survive the streets of Arcata... But what happens when she's kidnapped by a drug syndicate and forced to fight in an underground ring? Can she survive? And can she trust Harry, the enigmatic ringleader who claims he wants to help her?
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