LOGINHey, guys! So tell me… do you think he knows the truth? Or is he genuinely not recognizing her? 👀 Also, what did you think of her performance? Did she fool him… or not? XOXO 💋
"Vincenzo, no!" Gianna screamed, throwing herself forward. "Please! Don't do this to her!" She fought against my hold with everything she had. "Relax, Gianna," I said quietly, pulling her firmly against my chest as she struggled to break free. Under any other circumstances, I would have loosened
"Because she's street-level waste," Vincenzo said, his voice flat, almost bored. "And she made a street-level decision." Dante released Cole, who crumpled to the floor, then swung the laptop around so we could see the screen, "I've got Mercer's footage," he said. "It lines up with his version. Cole
He straightened as much as Dante's grip allowed, fixing his attention entirely on my brother. "I know what the Capone name means. You don't poke a sleeping tiger unless you're looking to get eaten alive. Everything I did tonight was to prove my loyalty." It was convincing and logically structured.
Denise collapsed into herself, a broken, animalistic wail tearing from her throat as her head hung so low her forehead nearly touched the blood pooling beneath her. "That is the truth, Gianna!" she cried. "I was just so tired. You don't know what it's like to have people threatening to kill you eve
Alfonso moved instantly. He lunged forward, grabbing Morgan and jerking her head back until her neck strained. He jammed the barrel of his pistol into her mouth. She let out a muffled, terrified sob, her hands shaking in the air as she choked around the gun. My eyes returned to Denise, locking ont
"But right now... my only job is to make sure nobody ever hurts you again." I couldn't help her while she was pulling against the ropes still wrapped around her ankles. "Stay still." She didn't, "Raphael, please—" "I said stay still." I crouched in front of her and pulled the knife from my belt
Had it done just for you, Raph. When is the next hunt? I’m tired of waiting. I looked at the photo. Most men would have felt a surge of heat but as I looked at her, all I saw was noise. She was trying so hard to be provocative, to be sexy, but she looked desperate. I didn't reply. I just hit the
“No,” he said, “It’s not. She’s already struggling more than she lets on. Sooner or later, Gianna and Jules are going to see it. And when they do…” he let the sentence trail off. I thought about Gianna screaming at me, telling me she just wanted to be someone her mother could rely on. "We know wh
"I am trying to help you!" "I don't want your help!" she shrieked, her voice breaking, reaching a pitch that made my blood cold, "I don't want your pity scripts or your genius brain looking at me like I’m a broken toy! You want to know the pattern, Raphael? You want the real problem?" She surged f
She didn't just stop, she recoiled. She looked over her shoulder, "What are you doing here, Raphael?" I didn't answer right away. I let my gaze sweep over her, taking in the way her blouse was still slightly wrinkled from my hands, the way she looked ready to bolt. I jerked my chin toward the black







