LOGINAdriano 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
Then Raphael looked at me, like he was forcing himself to do it. As if every movement required actual effort, "Gianna." I closed my eyes, "What?" I didn't even have enough energy left to be angry anymore. He sighed, "I don't think you're understanding something." A bitter laugh escaped me, "Oh,
He smiled faintly before looking back toward Mom. "They got more of her than me," he said. "Thank God for that." A small smile touched his mouth before fading. "I was a different man back then. I loved Isabella, but we were terrible for each other. Too young. Too proud. Too angry," his eyes drift
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ I didn't remember falling asleep. One second I had been sitting on the floor beside the bed. The next second, a hand touched my shoulder. I jerked awake so fast my neck immediately protested. For a moment I didn't know where I was, then reality crashed back into me. Mom. ALS. Eve
And suddenly I understood why everyone had been acting strange. Why Salvatore looked at her the way he did. Why Vincenzo insisted on taking her to the doctor himself. Why Claire checked on her constantly. Why everyone seemed careful around her. God. God. God. My stomach lurched. Mom's voic







