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Adriano slowly lifted his boot, letting the blood drip off the leather onto the concrete as his stare swept across the rest. "Now," he whispered, a terrifying smile finally touching the corners of his lips, "Who else feels like telling me a story?" Morgan started sobbing violently. I shook my h
No, no! "I wasn't even there when they hurt the girl!" Cole yelled, "They brought her to me already bleeding! Brianna was the one who hit her in the head! She used a heavy wooden club from the garage! They carried her in here like a sack of rocks, and I was the one who washed the blood off her fac
Cole’s chest heaved, his eyes turned frantic, like a rat looking for a hole in the wall. "I know how Chicago works. You don't survive in this city by picking a fight with the Capones," he slowly shook his head, "I'm not suicidal." My stomach twisted. No. He was lying. I made a desperate sound
"Move!" Capone guards surged forward with frightening speed. Cole's men reached for their weapons but they never got the chance. One guard twisted a man's arm behind his back before he had even cleared his waistband. Another kicked a pistol across the concrete floor. Boots thundered in every dire
I looked at Cole again. He wasn't even watching us. He was checking his phone. Rage exploded inside me, "MMPH!" I lunged forward as far as the ropes allowed. "If she keeps doing that," he said calmly, "she'll reopen the wound." I wanted to claw his face apart. I wanted to scream. Instead, anoth
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ Pain. That was the first thing I felt. It was a deep, heavy ache that pulsed through the back of my head. It throbbed with every heartbeat, every breath, every tiny movement. A quiet whimper escaped me before I even opened my eyes. The world slowly came into focus. The ceiling a
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ The floor was cold against my bare legs, but I didn't care. I was still wearing the scrap of lace and silk I’d performed in, the sequins stinging my skin every time I moved. My hair was a bird's nest of hairspray and glitter, and my feet ached from the six-inch heels I’d kicked off
And just like that, my treacherous brain dragged me back into the dark. I wasn't seeing her in the living room anymore. I was seeing her on my bike, those same lips parted as she let out a broken, needy moan. I had to look away before the hunger in my eyes gave me away to my brothers. Fuck. “That
My jaw tightened slightly. My eyes moved once more before I forced them back up. Stepsister. I repeated the word internally, a desperate mantra meant to act as a fire extinguisher for the gasoline pouring through my veins. It was supposed to fix the memory of her legs wrapped around my waist in th
Raphael ━━ ⛓ ━━ Claire’s voice echoed across the room before I even looked up, “I’m serious,” she said, shifting the small bundle in her arms, “we should do this every week.” The baby made a small sound, his fingers curling into her shirt. She smiled down at him, soft and gone for a second, then







