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
Raphael ━━ ⛓ ━━ The sun was already coming up. I knew that because the first pale streaks of morning had started slipping through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Seven in the morning. I hadn't slept, not even for a minute. My bedroom was silent except for the faint hum of the climate controls bui
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ I paced. Back and forth. Back and forth. The soft carpet sank beneath my bare feet as I crossed the room for what felt like the hundredth time. My heart still hadn't settled. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the garage. The car. Raphael's face. The look in his eyes. Then
"Why not?" he asked, his eyes tracking the way my lower lip trembled. "Because..." I swallowed hard, "Because it's not. It's over, Raphael. We literally just said it was completely over." "I don't care what we just said," he rasped, his voice dropping an octave. He looked like an animal that was
I laughed softly, "You really don't see it?" Raphael leaned back against the seat, "No." I shook my head slowly, "Of course you don't. You never do." His eyes turned into two slits. I knew my words were hitting a nerve. I could tell I was hurting his pride, but not because he cared about losing m







