LOGINHey, guys! 💕 This feels like a breakup, right? As always, let me know what you think here and over at Janeverse. I love reading your thoughts, reactions, and theories. 💌 Also, I’ll be taking a day off tomorrow, but I hope you enjoyed today’s update! 😊 XOXO 💋 — Jane 🌹
Adriano 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
I stood silent in the darkness, my body completely still, watching her. Gianna took a frantic, shaky breath. She quickly ran her fingers through her damp hair, trying to smooth down the wild strands, and adjusted the belt of her fluffy white bathrobe. She forced her shoulders down, trying to look c
Instead, Raphael just stared at me. His eyes softened, as he reached out, his long fingers gently brushing a stray lock of dark hair away from my forehead. He tucked it behind my ear. "I could spend a thousand mornings just like this," he whispered. I went completely rigid beneath him. The br
He turned onto his side, pressing his front directly against my back. His broad, bare chest was a solid wall of heat against my spine. Then, he lifted his other arm, bringing it over my waist and pulling me backward until there was absolutely no space left between us. He tucked me in close. I was
The cold, empty space in my chest suddenly felt too big to carry alone. I didn't want to be alone in the dark anymore. I didn't want to think about Leone, or my father, or the jumbled words in my head. I just wanted to feel warm. I wanted to feel real. Slowly, I pushed myself up from the footstool







