LOGIN"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
"The best," I murmured, my hand still buried, keeping her pinned to the spot as I felt her start to come apart under my touch. I could feel Gianna’s body vibrating. My fingers were buried deep in her, hooked into that soaking wet heat. She was getting wetter by the second, the slickness coating my
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ I slipped away from Dante's circle of friends for a moment, and wandered toward a quiet corner of the gallery and that’s when I saw it. I stopped dead. The painting was massive. It wasn't a portrait, it was a scream captured in oil. It showed a woman, or the ghost of one, trapped
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ I stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom of the venue, and I just… looked. The dress had already settled on my body like it belonged there, like it had been waiting for me. Black smooth silk catching the light in soft flashes every time I shifted my weight. It didn’t cling,
She was clumsy because of the ties, her movements restricted and tight, but that only made it better. The way she struggled to get a better grip, the way she squeezed me with that desperate friction, the way she was forced to be completely present in every sensation, it was intoxicating. I watched t







