LOGINMessy hair, trembling fingers, and a mind that won’t shut up—welcome to Gianna’s life. What do you think so far? This is only one layer of her… trust me, there’s plenty more coming. X O X O 💋
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
Don Vincenzo’s study. She turned toward me and gave a small polite smile, “You can go in.” My fingers curled slightly at my sides. Through the thick door I could hear the low sound of men’s voices. The maid knocked once and then she opened the door for me. I stepped inside. The study smelled fa
"Too much butter," I commented and let go of her hand. Gianna’s eyes flashed with a sudden fire. She pulled her hand back and slammed the rest of the sandwich down onto the plate like I had ruined it. “Seriously?” she snapped as she pushed the plate away from me a few inches, “Get your own sandw
I forced my hand to go flat on the table. I wouldn't run the check. I wouldn't use the satellites or the bank records. I would respect the line my brother had drawn in the sand. "The meeting is over," I said, standing up. I stood up and left the meeting room without saying a word to the men behind
I felt my jaw tighten. The thought of letting a man close felt like walking onto a battlefield without a shield, "Why? So they can find a new way to break me? I’m better off alone." "You’re not," Morgan said, reaching out to touch my knee, "You’re building a wall so high that you’re trapping yours







