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 looked at her, seeing the genuine hope in her face. She was the kind of friend I wished I had the luxury of keeping, but my life was a mess and I didn't want to drag her down with me like I probably did to Ciro, because he is nowhere to be found since that night and I don't know if I want to ask R
Raphael walked toward the restricted elevator, the one that bypassed the lobby and went straight to the private area of the office, I didn't know what it was and Aileen warned me not to ask questions about it. He swiped his black card, the light flashed green, scanned his eyes and the doors hissed o
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ "Actually, Gianna," he voiced, making me go still. I stopped just as my hand reached the heavy brass handle of the door. The click of his keyboard ceased, replaced by the sound of a drawer sliding open and I turned immediately. He didn't look up from his monitor as he reache
My brain felt like a tangled ball of yarn. I tried to read the data set again, but the numbers blurred into gray smudges. I needed to be perfect. If I wasn't perfect, I was nothing. I was just a broken thing taking up space in a house that wasn't mine. My hand moved to my bag. It was a reflex







