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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
Streetlights glowed against the dark evening sky. And standing in the middle of it all, clutching my backpack against my chest, I had absolutely no idea what I was supposed to do next. For a moment, I just stood there, the bus hissed behind me. A few passengers walked around me with annoyed expres
The way a daughter reaches for her mother, the way a child reaches for home, the way you reach for someone you love even when you know they cannot stay forever. My fingers stretched toward the darkness above and for one impossible second... I could almost see her, not sick, not in a wheelchair,
I reached forward, my hand stopped. I tried again, stopped again like glass stood between me and everything I wanted. The orchestra swelled, the pressure grew. I moved across the stage, but never in a straight line. Something always forced me backward, sideways, away. I knew exactly what it repr
Every alarm in my body went off at once. I looked around and nobody even looked surprised. That scared me more than Cole did. I turned sharply toward Mama D, "What is he doing here?" Mama D looked exhausted, older than I had ever seen her, "We owe him money." I stared, "I know that but what is he







