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
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ The second I crossed into the woods, I took off running. Cold air rushed against my face as the lights from The Void faded farther and farther behind me. The loud music slowly disappeared until all I could hear was my breathing, the snapping of twigs beneath my heels, and the wind
"I'm going to bite you right here," I whispered, my teeth brushing against his jawline to show him exactly what I meant, "I want to leave my marks all over your chest so you can't forget me." My hand didn't stop. I slid my palm lower, moving past his ribs to the hard, deep lines of his washboard ab
"I didn't mean it in a bad way, Gianna," he said softly. I didn't answer. I just narrowed my eyes, glaring at him through my eyelashes with all the anger I had been holding onto since this afternoon. "I wasn't trying to say you're crazy," he murmured, "I wasn't implying you need to be fixed, or t
"Gianna, let me explain what I meant," Raphael said as he reached out an arm to block my path. I dodged his hand with a twist of my shoulders, completely ignoring his touch like he was nothing. I slammed my palm against the wooden door, threw it open, and stepped out into the hallway without giving







