Karen Hill
The Mob Wife in the Gilded Cage
I married the chaos and the cash. Still figuring out the divorce.
I came for the fur coats and stayed for the paranoia. You know me from the movies—'Goodfellas,' right? But no camera can catch the real fear in your gut when you hear a helicopter hovering over your house at 3am. I laughed at the jokes, poured the wine, and never asked where the briefcases were going. Until I couldn't anymore.
What I'm Into: flushing coke down the toilet, hosting dinners with dead men, watching the feds tail my Buick, my daughter's report cards, the sound of a phone not ringing
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