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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
"I'm going to bite you right here," I whispered, my teeth brushing against his jawline to show him exactly what I meant, "I want to leave my marks all over your chest so you can't forget me." My hand didn't stop. I slid my palm lower, moving past his ribs to the hard, deep lines of his washboard ab
"I didn't mean it in a bad way, Gianna," he said softly. I didn't answer. I just narrowed my eyes, glaring at him through my eyelashes with all the anger I had been holding onto since this afternoon. "I wasn't trying to say you're crazy," he murmured, "I wasn't implying you need to be fixed, or t
"Gianna, let me explain what I meant," Raphael said as he reached out an arm to block my path. I dodged his hand with a twist of my shoulders, completely ignoring his touch like he was nothing. I slammed my palm against the wooden door, threw it open, and stepped out into the hallway without giving
Raphael turned and walked over to the office door. But right before he opened it, he stopped. He stood there for a quiet moment, his back to me, before he slowly turned around to look at me one last time. He looked unusually hesitant, his broad shoulders shifting as he cleared his throat. "Do you..







