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
Raphael ━━ ⛓ ━━ The Midland Trust team was early and that told me everything I needed to know. Banks only showed up early when they were bleeding. I stepped in first. I gave no greetings beyond a short nod. My team followed behind me like a shadow, disciplined, silent, in sync. I took my seat at
A few minutes later, the door opened again and I looked up before I could stop myself. He stepped out, fresh, clean, a towel in his hand as he dried the last drops of water from his chest. Sunlight from the window caught against his skin, tracing over the hard lines of his torso, the ink, the sha
“You’re very expressive,” he said lightly. I reached for the laptop, but his hand came down over mine first, not hard, just enough to stop me. Enough to remind me whose space this was. “Don’t,” he murmured. The sound kept playing. My chest felt tight, like I couldn’t get enough air in. “That’s n
“Shit—!” I gasped. I grabbed a handful of tissues from his desk and leaned over him without thinking. I started dabbing at his lap, my hands moving fast and frantic. I was pressing the tissues against his thighs, trying to soak up the heat before it burned him, my mind screaming with panic. “I’m







