LOGINTaking a break was necessary because, frankly, I’m exhausted. It’s been draining to see the "pre-emptive" hate for the Capones based on things they haven't actually done. Raphael hasn’t crossed those lines with Gianna, and it’s confusing to see such vitriol in a dark romance space for characters simply acting within their trope. If you want to dislike them for things they haven't done, I can’t stop you. I don’t have the energy to argue anymore, so feel free to feel how you feel. I'm just here to write. I’m also pretty over the idea that I only write "other woman" drama. If you’ve been here, you know the history: Evangeline and Scott, Delilah’s lover, Claire and Ethan, Vivianne, Madeleine... my FMCs have always had lives and histories. I’m sorry if I offended anyone but I'm tired.
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’m not running,” she shot back. “I’m going for a walk. Please move, or are you about to give another speech about how you own the sidewalk too?” A slow smirk dragged across my mouth, “Vincenzo told me to remember the rules,” I said, “He reminded me that you’re a sister now. He was very clear abou
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ I was bored. Not the normal kind of bored where you scroll through your phone for a few minutes and it goes away. This was the annoying kind. The kind that sat on your chest and made the house feel smaller every hour. Back home I used to leave whenever I felt like it. I’d walk to
The volume of his voice triggered something deep and dark inside me. The conference room started to blur. Read it, Gianna! Read it, goddamn it! His voice screamed in my head, overlapping with Raphael’s. I could almost feel the sting of the wooden ruler hovering over my knuckles, waiting for me to
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ The meeting was in forty minutes. Forty. My stomach twisted. I glanced at the printed notes beside the laptop. Three pages of bullet points that I had rewritten five times already. Some sentences had arrows. Some had entire words scratched out. A few had phonetic notes scribbl







