LOGINAdriano 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 ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ The silence that followed Raphael's words felt painfully heavy. It settled over the entire dining room, the excitement died down. Nobody reached for their coffee, nobody touched their food. I sat perfectly still in my chair, my fingers wrapped around my coffee mug so tightly my h
She tilted her head slightly, "Raphael." I hummed. "You okay?" Fuck, I should have expected it. I loosened my grip slightly, not enough to let go, just enough to look normal, "I'm fine." "You're lying to me?" I smiled despite myself, "You asked a question." "And you gave me a fake answer." I
Raphael ━━ ⛓ ━━ The sun was already coming up. I knew that because the first pale streaks of morning had started slipping through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Seven in the morning. I hadn't slept, not even for a minute. My bedroom was silent except for the faint hum of the climate controls bui
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ I paced. Back and forth. Back and forth. The soft carpet sank beneath my bare feet as I crossed the room for what felt like the hundredth time. My heart still hadn't settled. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the garage. The car. Raphael's face. The look in his eyes. Then







