LOGINAdriano 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
I felt my jaw tighten. The thought of letting a man close felt like walking onto a battlefield without a shield, "Why? So they can find a new way to break me? I’m better off alone." "You’re not," Morgan said, reaching out to touch my knee, "You’re building a wall so high that you’re trapping yours
For a moment he didn’t say anything else. His eyes kept moving across the code like he was retracing every step I had taken. Then he spoke again, “Nice trick though.” I frowned slightly, confused, and finally looked up at him over my shoulder. I blinked, stunned, "I fixed the bugs." "Not the code
The whole city of Chicago was spread out below, but I didn't care about the view. All I saw was the long black table in the middle of the room. And Raphael. He sat at the head of the table, a laptop was open in front of him, casting a faint glow over the sharp angles of his face. His suit was perf
"Girls, please," Mom groaned, but she was smiling. "She started it!" we both said at the same time, pointing fingers at each other. I swung the pillow across Mom’s lap. The pillow caught Jules right in the face with a soft whump. She gasped like I had just committed a terrible crime against humani







