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
"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
With a single yank, he tore her away from me. "No! Let me go!" Perla screamed, and thrashed against his grip, using her free hand to claw at his wrist, trying to break his hold, "Giovanni, stop it! You can't let him do this to her! He's breaking her hands! He's hurting her!" My father didn't care.







