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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
The way a daughter reaches for her mother, the way a child reaches for home, the way you reach for someone you love even when you know they cannot stay forever. My fingers stretched toward the darkness above and for one impossible second... I could almost see her, not sick, not in a wheelchair,
I reached forward, my hand stopped. I tried again, stopped again like glass stood between me and everything I wanted. The orchestra swelled, the pressure grew. I moved across the stage, but never in a straight line. Something always forced me backward, sideways, away. I knew exactly what it repr
Every alarm in my body went off at once. I looked around and nobody even looked surprised. That scared me more than Cole did. I turned sharply toward Mama D, "What is he doing here?" Mama D looked exhausted, older than I had ever seen her, "We owe him money." I stared, "I know that but what is he
I stared at him. Mom laughed harder, "Salvatore!" "What?" he asked innocently. "You think I'd sit quietly while some stranger informed me what I can and cannot do for four hours?" I watched the familiar exchange, the bickering, the teasing. The easy comfort between them, it felt normal. For a fe







