LOGINHey, guys! 😭 I know I said I was going to bed, and you probably thought I dropped into a coma… but I didn’t. I just stepped out for a bit to run some errands. But I’m back and here it is, lol 😏 Anyway, let me know what you think! It’s been a while since we’ve seen Silvio. X O X O 💋
"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
And suddenly I understood why everyone had been acting strange. Why Salvatore looked at her the way he did. Why Vincenzo insisted on taking her to the doctor himself. Why Claire checked on her constantly. Why everyone seemed careful around her. God. God. God. My stomach lurched. Mom's voic
"Jules." "What?" My little sister glared at Raphael and then looked back at me, "If she murdered somebody, I want details." Mom laughed softly and the sound pulled my attention toward her. She sat at the table with her tea in both hands, smiling at Jules with so much affection it made my chest ac
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







