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
My stomach twisted strangely as I stared at them. My toes flexed slightly, testing the tightness of the wrap. The burning pain from last night had dulled into a throb, but it wasn’t raw anymore. It wasn’t bleeding anymore. Someone had cleaned them. Someone had wrapped them. A memory slipped into
I swallowed hard, the metallic taste of the drug still stinging my throat. "I want you to give me your word that what happened last night stays between us," he rasped, a cruel smile pulling at his lips, "If a single word about last night reaches Claire, or Madeleine, or especially my Aunt Alessia.
Hey, guys! I’m currently fighting for my life in the real world. I haven’t written a single word, and I haven’t even been home for two days. Yes, I’m barely surviving, but unfortunately, not in a dramatic mafia way, just life being rude. So, before anyone burns their fingerprints off refreshing
I walked to the door, and opened it just a crack, then stepped into the gap, using my broad frame to block every single inch of the view behind me. Behind me, Gianna was a lump under the sheets, and if she so much as coughed, my life was over. It was Aunt Alessia. Even this late, she looked like







