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
“That was already a given,” I muttered. “I’m saying it anyway,” she shot back. “You don’t get to blur lines just because you feel like it.” My jaw ticked, but I said nothing. “Fourth,” she added, “you don’t control me outside of this.” That one made me smile, “That’s not how this works.” “It is
"Stop, please, stop..." I breathed, but the words had no weight. They were airy, weak, and betrayed by the way I arched into him. He ignored my half-hearted plea. His mouth traveled lower, trailing hot, wet kisses along my collarbone. He bit down gently on the sharp bone, his teeth grazing me j
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
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ The click of the lock made me snap awake, my heart thumping hard against my ribs. I scrambled to sit up, my hair a mess and my head spinning. I had no idea how long I’d been out. With no windows to show the sun and no clock on the wall. My phone was gone, likely at the bottom of a







