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Divine Justice: daughters of the underworld.

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Three Kenyan mafia heiresses run a vigilante operation by night, hunting abusers the law won't touch. By day, they're fighting battles of their own. Luna Nia Muriithi is dying from the eating disorder her ex gave her. When she beats her best friend's abuser with a dildo, her parents hire Alaric De Luca—her former professor who disappeared four years ago—as her bodyguard. Luna tests whether he finds her disgusting or desirable by stripping naked, masturbating while he listens, demanding he touch her broken body. But when her heart stops and she wakes in a hospital, she must choose: keep weaponizing sexuality to feel powerful, or do the terrifying work of actually healing. Rielle Neema Wangui escaped an abusive relationship that left her shattered. Now she's the Lawyer from Hell, destroying men in court while rebuilding herself in therapy. Atticus De Luca has been following her for a year, too terrified to approach the fierce woman who makes him forget how to breathe. When he finally asks her out, Elle must decide if she can trust a man again—especially one from the family that controls half of Nairobi's underworld. Darcy Malkia Waweru is a trauma surgeon who broke her cheating ex's legs and vowed never to let men control her. When Julian Kimani—her ex's uncle, forty years old and unapologetically direct—tells her point-blank that he wants her, Darcy panics. She's always been the one in control, choosing men for mutual benefit and nothing more. But Julian doesn't need her to protect him or make decisions for him. He knows what he wants. And that terrifies her. Three women learning that justice for others means nothing if you can't save yourself. Three men willing to wait, to fight, to love them through the messy, non-linear work of healing. Set in Nairobi's criminal elite where therapy sessions follow beatdowns with baseball bats, and love means staying when someone shows you their absolute worst. Content warnings: Eating disorders (graphic), domestic violence, emotional abuse, PTSD, explicit sexual content, vigilante violence, medical trauma.
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