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
Raphael froze. His face went perfectly pale, his jaw clenching so hard that the muscles in his cheeks popped out like stones. The calm, logical businessman completely vanished. A deep, dark, and terrifying panic took over his features. "Gianna," he sneered, his voice deep, rough. His hands sho
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ The motorcycle slowed down as Raphael steered us off the empty scenic road and pulled into a deserted gas station. He stopped right next to the fuel pump. He kicked the kickstand down, and we both unfastened our helmets, letting the cool morning air rush over our faces. I climbed
I still talked through the helmet, even though my voice was muffled, he still understood me. At first, we just talked about random things, the architecture of the old buildings we passed, the way the morning light hit the glass towers in the distance, and how the city felt completely different when
Even standing in the middle of blood-soaked woods after a night of hunting monsters, Raphael somehow still looked... perfect. "You built an empire before most people your age even figure out who they are," I whispered. "You walk into a room and everybody listens. You know how to talk to people. Yo







