로그인"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
Gianna blinked, then something softened in her face, "She's okay." The pressure eased immediately. Gianna looked down briefly, then back at me, “I waited.” “Why.” She shifted slightly on the trunk, fingers tightening around her arms, “You know why.” My mind ran through possibilities. Logical on
"It's not incest, you illiterate bastard." "Sure." "It's objectively not." "Fantastic. Wonderful. Congratulations." I contemplated smashing his head into the marble. Dante pointed at me, "But while you're busy trying to fuck up Dad's blood pressure, I've been busy creating my own problems." Ad
And for the first time since leaving Gianna's room, I allowed myself to admit something. The reason her words hurt wasn't because they were true. The reason they hurt was because they weren't. Because nobody had ever loved me the way my mother did and nobody ever would again. I heard the crunch o
I kept moving, my shoulder scraping against the wall as I limped down the endless corridor. His words meant nothing to me. They were just empty, noisy static. "From this day onwards," I whispered, as I stopped walking for a split second, pressing my back against the wall to catch my breath, and tur







