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
Raphael’s brow furrowed, a dark frown settling on his face. He looked at me with those honey-fire eyes. "What is it? Do you want me to beg? Is that it?" he asked. He let out a short, rough breath. "I have never begged for sex. I’ve never had to. But if that’s what you need to hear... I’ll drop to
He walked away from the bar and sat down on the couch. He sank into the cushions and spread his long, powerful legs wide, the white towel slipping just a little lower on his hips. "You think so?" he asked, he set his glass on the table and leaned back, "I’ve been looking for you. I’ve been looking
These strange, dark feelings I had for him were a sickness. It was a black knot tied tight in my chest, and no matter how much I clawed at it, I couldn't cut it out. Please... Please let him be as blind as Silvio. I stood there, frozen. My brain was trying to read the situation. If Silvio didn't s
"I don't touch," I whispered. I tried to make my voice sound different, "I dance. I don't touch the customers." Raphael let out a short, dry sound that might have been a laugh. He didn't look offended, he looked amused. "I'm not a customer, and you're here because you need money," he said. His da







