LOGINDon’t you just love those soft, nonsexual moments… 💓 Enjoy this one, and tell me what you think! XOXO 💋
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
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ "What have you been doing to yourself?" she wept, "My baby... what have you done?" I couldn't answer her. I couldn't even feel my own body anymore. I just stood by the open door, staring down at the pile of my tools on the rug, my eyes completely blank and empty. The room around
Mom sucked in a sharp breath. It sounded like someone had punched her in the ribs. The sorrow in her eyes flipped instantly into a dark, burning fury, her jaw clenching so tight the skin around her mouth went white. "Fine," she spat, "Just the doctor then. Please, Gianna. You have to do this for me
Before I could say a word, she scrambled to her feet. Her hands reached out, her fingers digging into the sleeves of my jacket, and she pulled me into her. The collision knocked the air right out of my lungs. She wrapped her arms around my back, holding me so tight I could feel the sharp bones of
Leone shifted his grip, locking his wrist against mine, securing us together, "Never." The car slowed down, Leone steered us into the parking lot of an old, abandoned diner. The sign on the roof was rusted, the neon letters of LUNCH hanging crookedly by a few black wires. The white paint on the w







