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"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 was standing less than an inch away. He was dressed in all black, a skin-tight shirt that mapped out every hard muscle of his chest and shoulders, and heavy black cargo pants tucked into tactical boots. Leather holsters were strapped across his chest and thighs, the cold glint of a handgun
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ The floor was cold against my bare legs, but I didn't care. I was still wearing the scrap of lace and silk I’d performed in, the sequins stinging my skin every time I moved. My hair was a bird's nest of hairspray and glitter, and my feet ached from the six-inch heels I’d kicked off
And just like that, my treacherous brain dragged me back into the dark. I wasn't seeing her in the living room anymore. I was seeing her on my bike, those same lips parted as she let out a broken, needy moan. I had to look away before the hunger in my eyes gave me away to my brothers. Fuck. “That
My jaw tightened slightly. My eyes moved once more before I forced them back up. Stepsister. I repeated the word internally, a desperate mantra meant to act as a fire extinguisher for the gasoline pouring through my veins. It was supposed to fix the memory of her legs wrapped around my waist in th







