I Owed The Mob $15,000. My Estranged Father Sent A ‘Fixer’ To Handle It… And It Got Violent.
Chapter 1: The Calculus of Pain The air behind the deserted community gym reeked of stale sweat, dumpster juice, and my own desperation. It was a blind spot in the city, a place where the San Diego sun beat down mercilessly but the light never seemed to fully penetrate. I was pressed against the rough…