LOGIN"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
My body felt like it was made of wet cement, sinking into the mattress. But I didn't have the luxury of being tired. Tired was for people who had a safety net. I only had the tightrope. I’d drag myself to my morning classes, sitting in the back of the lecture halls with my eyes burning. The whiteb
I turned my head. A man in a tailored gray suit was sitting at a VIP table flush against the stage. He looked older, his face etched with the kind of boredom only a lot of money can buy. He reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a thick, rubber-banded stack of cold, hard cash. He slammed i
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







