LOGINYou know, it's a little disappointing how everyone can understand Gianna's struggles, but Raphael being alexithymic seems to get overlooked. Not everyone processes or expresses emotions the same way, and that's kind of the point. ❤️ Anyways, enjoy the chapter! And thank you for all the discussions over at Janeverse, I genuinely love reading them.
I memorized every word, nodding. "Make sure, there is no alcohol, no driving, no strenuous exercise. No situations where she could hit her head again." He tapped the folder. "If she vomits repeatedly. If she becomes difficult to wake. If one pupil becomes larger than the other. If she becomes co
Vincenzo watched them carefully, "You wanted this?" "No." "You wanted to spend your nights around men like Cole?" "No." "You wanted debt collectors, guns, blood, and basements?" All three shook their heads harder, "No..." "No, sir..." "We never wanted this..." For a long moment, Vincenzo sim
Mine didn't. To me, guilt belonged to the individual responsible for the act. To Gianna, guilt spread through grief until it touched everyone left standing. Eventually... It would reach me. She wouldn't see a calculated investigation. She would see the man who allowed her entire world to disap
Adriano let out a laugh, he bent over, slapping his knee, his eyes bright with a dark, twisted amusement as he watched Cole flop around in the dirt. "Oh, look at him go!" Adriano mocked, "He’s doing the dance! Look at the moves on him! Hey, Don Capone said he’d spare your life, Mercer! He didn't sa
"No! She forced me! She—" "She forced you to get a front-row seat to our sister's blood?" Adriano laughed again, "You’re a real hero, Cole. Maybe we should put your face on a plaque. 'Here lies Cole Mercer: He was too scared to be a criminal and too stupid to be a friend.'" Cole started to sob, hi
Raphael ━━ ⛓ ━━ Adriano’s arms were capable, but they were not mine. I stepped forward before his arms could even settle into a permanent hold. I took her from him, sliding my hands beneath her knees and behind her shoulders, careful not to disturb the bandage wrapped around her head. I kept h
“What does that mean, Gianna?” he asked, “You grew up in a mansion. Surrounded by guards, money, power,” his gaze dragged over my face, searching, “So tell me… who the hell was putting their hands on you hard enough that this—” his fingers hovered near my cheek, not touching, but close enough to bur
"I’m teaching you the Silvio Special," Silvio whispered, throwing an arm around my shoulder like we were best friends heading to a movie instead of a girl trying to escape a house full of mobsters, "If you want to sneak out of this mansion undetected, you don't go over the walls. You go under the ra
The frustration boiled over into a dark energy. I raised my hand and slammed my against against my own temple, once, twice. "Stupid! Just work!" I hissed at my own brain. "Ginny, stop!" Jules cried out, her eyes wide with terror. I felt the stinging heat on my cheek where my mother had hit me, a
"Punishment?" I repeated, my fear momentarily eclipsed by a spark of indignation. "I just lost my phone, it's not a big deal and you’re talking about punishment?" Salvatore turned his head toward me, his neck tendons standing out like steel cables. Looking at him then, it hit me, every single one o







