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
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ "Gianna," he said softly. It was the kind of soft that was scarier than shouting. "Yeah?" He turned the tablet around and slid it across the desk toward me. His finger pointed to a string of numbers. "This is the encryption key for the main server. You wrote it as 7-B-4-9."
“What does that mean, Gianna?” he asked, “You grew up in a mansion. Surrounded by guards, money, power,” his gaze dragged over my face, searching, “So tell me… who the hell was putting their hands on you hard enough that this—” his fingers hovered near my cheek, not touching, but close enough to bur
"I’m teaching you the Silvio Special," Silvio whispered, throwing an arm around my shoulder like we were best friends heading to a movie instead of a girl trying to escape a house full of mobsters, "If you want to sneak out of this mansion undetected, you don't go over the walls. You go under the ra
The frustration boiled over into a dark energy. I raised my hand and slammed my against against my own temple, once, twice. "Stupid! Just work!" I hissed at my own brain. "Ginny, stop!" Jules cried out, her eyes wide with terror. I felt the stinging heat on my cheek where my mother had hit me, a







