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
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ All I tasted was his heat, my head snapping back against the door as his teeth grazed my bottom lip. I let out a low moan, my fingers digging into the hard muscles of his shoulders, trying to pull him even closer. I felt his hand leave my waist, the heat of his palm burning throug
Had it done just for you, Raph. When is the next hunt? I’m tired of waiting. I looked at the photo. Most men would have felt a surge of heat but as I looked at her, all I saw was noise. She was trying so hard to be provocative, to be sexy, but she looked desperate. I didn't reply. I just hit the
“No,” he said, “It’s not. She’s already struggling more than she lets on. Sooner or later, Gianna and Jules are going to see it. And when they do…” he let the sentence trail off. I thought about Gianna screaming at me, telling me she just wanted to be someone her mother could rely on. "We know wh
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







