LOGINI know we don’t like seeing MMCs with other women after they meet the FMC 😭 but they’re not a thing yet. He’s not obsessed with her, they’re not in love, and right now the only thing between them is… lust. Which, well… speaks for itself. 👀 I feel like we’ve had enough of the obsessed MMC trope lately—though I’ll admit it’s my favorite to write—but this time I wanted something different: a nonchalant MMC who’s only really after one thing. The question is… how do you think he’ll behave once he finally has Gianna exactly where he wants her? It’s not love/obsession at first sight, it’s the forbidden nature of it that keeps pulling him in. X O X O 💋
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
I sniffled, "What?" A small smile appeared on her face, "Never seeing you dance again." I shook my head immediately, "Mom—" "I'm serious." "No." "Gianna." "I can't." "Why not?" "Because..." My voice cracked. "Because I can't stand up there pretending everything is normal." Mom's expression
Raphael ━━ ⛓ ━━ Six monitors cast a cold blue glow across the room. Lines of code crawled across two screens. Financial records occupied another. Security feeds filled a fourth. The remaining monitors displayed data I had been collecting for the last three hours. My fingers moved across the key
"Exactly." His accent wrapped around every word, "You dance from here," he tapped his temple,."You need to dance from here," he pressed a hand over his chest, "Again." I wanted to throw myself into the fountain. Instead I walked back to my starting mark. The music floated softly from the portabl
"We're friends," I repeated firmly. Claire kept looking at Raphael. Something flashed across his face. It was gone so quickly I almost missed it. Finally, he spoke, "Yes." Claire perked up immediately, "Yes?" Raphael's jaw flexed, "We are friends." The words sounded strangely forced coming f







