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
She let out a small, broken whimper and dove back down, her tongue frantic, her teeth grazing me as she tried to prove me wrong. She was gagging, her eyes watering as she fought her own anatomy to please mine. It was exactly what I needed. No complexity. No "stepsister" bullshit. I watch
The first turn was a death trap, a sharp left around a rusted shipping container. I didn't brake. I leaned the bike so low I could feel the heat radiating off the asphalt, my knee puck dragging and throwing sparks into the dark. One slip, one patch of oil, and I’d be a smear on the concrete. I di
Raphael didn't even look embarrassed. He reached into one of the many pockets of his black cargo pants and pulled out a leather wallet. "How much to forget you saw me tonight, Shorty?" he rasped. Jules didn't look at me for permission. She didn't hesitate. She looked at the wallet, then back up a
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







