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
Just then, the door swung open and Silvio himself walked in. As he walked past my chair, he reached out and ruffled my hair, messing it up completely. "G-man! Good to see you're alive." Silvio slumped into his chair next to Raphael, flashing me a big, goofy smile. "Hi, Silvio," I said, smoothing
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ Neither of us heard the footsteps. Neither of us noticed the shadow stretching across the terrace until the glass door creaked on its tracks. "What are you two doing out here?" The voice was like a bucket of ice water. We both snapped our heads toward the sound, the breath cat
As we reached the small lounge table, my mother finally looked up. Her breath hitched, and she let out a small gasp, her hand flying to her mouth. Her eyes were fixed on my cheek, on the faint, yellow-green bruise I’d purposefully left uncovered. "Oh, Ginny," she whispered, "I... I didn't think I h
"Getting to know each other like this... it wasn't part of the deal," she said, her voice regaining a bit of its strength. She looked at me, a small, sad smile on her face, "I've already told you things I've never told anyone else, Raphael. This wasn't supposed to be... deep." I looked at her, my g