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
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
I didn't answer. I just watched Gianna take a bite of a strawberry that Mr. Dental Model was practically feeding her. I felt a surge of heat go up my neck. My fingers were itching. My heart was thumping a rhythm that had nothing to do with logic and everything to do with the way she was looking at h
I felt my cheeks flush, "And what's the verdict so far?" Manuel leaned in even closer, his shoulder brushing mine. "Well," he said, "You have a very good innocent face, Gianna. But I think there is a little bit of trouble hiding behind those eyes. Am I right?" I let out a real laugh. It felt good
"The best," I murmured, my hand still buried, keeping her pinned to the spot as I felt her start to come apart under my touch. I could feel Gianna’s body vibrating. My fingers were buried deep in her, hooked into that soaking wet heat. She was getting wetter by the second, the slickness coating my







