LOGINWell... I certainly made some choices this chapter. ❤️ XOXO 💋
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
My stomach twisted strangely as I stared at them. My toes flexed slightly, testing the tightness of the wrap. The burning pain from last night had dulled into a throb, but it wasn’t raw anymore. It wasn’t bleeding anymore. Someone had cleaned them. Someone had wrapped them. A memory slipped into
I swallowed hard, the metallic taste of the drug still stinging my throat. "I want you to give me your word that what happened last night stays between us," he rasped, a cruel smile pulling at his lips, "If a single word about last night reaches Claire, or Madeleine, or especially my Aunt Alessia.
Hey, guys! I’m currently fighting for my life in the real world. I haven’t written a single word, and I haven’t even been home for two days. Yes, I’m barely surviving, but unfortunately, not in a dramatic mafia way, just life being rude. So, before anyone burns their fingerprints off refreshing
I walked to the door, and opened it just a crack, then stepped into the gap, using my broad frame to block every single inch of the view behind me. Behind me, Gianna was a lump under the sheets, and if she so much as coughed, my life was over. It was Aunt Alessia. Even this late, she looked like







