LOGINAnother chapter coming in a few hours! But first, enjoy this one and DO NOT read ahead without commenting here... 💋 And yes, Gianna slut-shamed Raphael. 🤣
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
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ I didn't want to go downstairs. That realization hit me the second I opened my eyes. The room was quiet. Morning sunlight spilled through the curtains, painting soft golden lines across the floor, but it did absolutely nothing to improve my mood. I rolled onto my back and stared
Dr. Walker smiled faintly, "I think you're a man who spent thirty years speaking a language he never realized he was speaking." I sank back into the chair, and I stared at the floor between my shoes. For years, I had operated under the assumption that I was different, not better, not worse, just d
Dr. Walker stayed silent, that only made me keep talking. "Whether she's eaten. Whether she's upset. Whether somebody said something that hurt her. Whether she's safe." I shook my head, annoyed with myself. "I find myself checking the security feeds. Not because I need to. Because I want to know wh
The monitors behind me kept glowing, steady and useless. My hands stayed still. Adriano straightened slightly, like he’d said enough to get punched, “Patience is a virtue,” he muttered, almost to himself now, “Even for emotionally stunted assholes like you.” I stared at him for a long second. The







