FAZER LOGINThen, Gianna. She climbed from the last vehicle without looking in my direction. She kept her eyes on the ground and I forced myself to look away. If I looked any longer... I wasn't sure I'd remember why I was angry. "Capone." I turned, the front doors of the estate opened. A man in his la
They all looked at me as though the answer had been sitting in front of me my whole life and I was simply refusing to see it. Maybe they were right. Maybe they weren't. That was the problem. No one seemed willing to accept that I was the only person who had actually lived those years. "I m
"I did!" Jules protested. "You walked straight into the wall, Jule-for-Brains." She gasped dramatically before swatting his arm, "Because you distracted me." Silvio chuckled from the seat beside them, "You've created a monster." "I know," Dante answered proudly. I watched them quietly. Jul
Raphael ━━ ⛓ ━━ Claire cut through the tape on another box with a small knife while Maddie knelt beside a second stack, already sorting everything into neat piles. I dropped to one knee in front of the first box and pulled the lid away. There were clothes, neatly folded sweaters, scarves, and
My chest tightened, "Raphael..." He pulled away from me and quietly fixed himself. I immediately turned onto my back, sitting up against the headboard as I straightened my dress with unsteady hands. That was when I noticed he hadn't even taken off his tie. It hung loosely around his collar, slight
"We are going to stand in front of the Council in two days," his hand tightening in my hair, holding my head still against the headboard, "And if you love me... if you really love me like you say you do... you're going to stand there and tell every single one of them the truth." Another hard, deep
Leone shifted his grip, locking his wrist against mine, securing us together, "Never." The car slowed down, Leone steered us into the parking lot of an old, abandoned diner. The sign on the roof was rusted, the neon letters of LUNCH hanging crookedly by a few black wires. The white paint on the w
"The way you’re trying to read this is a linear trap," he said, "Your brain doesn't move in lines, Gianna. It moves in spheres. You're trying to force a 3D mind into a 2D space. It’s a sensory overload, not a lack of intelligence." He shifted his weight, and I felt the heat of him radiating through
Just then, the door swung open and Silvio himself walked in. As he walked past my chair, he reached out and ruffled my hair, messing it up completely. "G-man! Good to see you're alive." Silvio slumped into his chair next to Raphael, flashing me a big, goofy smile. "Hi, Silvio," I said, smoothing
She reached for the floor, but I was faster. I reached out and clamped my hand around her waist, and I yanked her back toward the center of the bed, making her stumble against the pillows. "No," I told her, I sat up, looming over her until she was pinned between my arms, "You’re not going anywhere







