LOGINHey everyone! I’m so happy we’re finally back to our routine! ❤️ I hope you’re enjoying the story so far. I’m dying to know, what are your first impressions of Raphael and Gianna? And the Capone brothers seem a lot softer when we see them through Alessia’s POV rather than their own… don’t they? Let me know what you think! X O X O 💋 JANE
"That woman..." she pointed at her without a shred of hesitation, "...should be ashamed of herself. If she wanted to help you, there were other ways. A decent woman would have taken you anywhere but here. Instead she surrounded you with this filth and expected you to believe it was a home." Denise
Hazel held her tightly, too tightly. As though letting go for even a second might mean losing her all over again. She buried her face against Gianna's hair. "You found me..." Gianna whispered through tears. Hazel couldn't answer. She only held her closer. Then, over Gianna's shoulder, Hazel lifted
Salvatore watched her, "Hazel." She didn't stop, "If there's even the smallest chance my daughter is there..." her hands shook as she pulled on her coat, "...then she's not spending another minute in that place." She was halfway to the door before Salvatore caught up beside her. "Hazel, we don't
She slipped off Denise's lap and crossed the room, wrapping one arm around the pole, she pushed lightly from the floor. Her body rose in one smooth motion. She curled around the pole like a ribbon caught in the wind, every movement precise, every line unmistakably shaped by years of ballet. For a
Gianna laughed, suddenly shy beneath all the attention, "It wasn't perfect." "Oh, listen to Miss Perfection." Denise pointed toward the chrome pole standing near the corner of the room, "What about that?" Gianna followed her finger, "The pole?" Tasha nodded, "You think you can climb it?" Gianna
Before she could react, Morgan gently pressed the black costume into her arms, "Wear it." Gianna stared, "...No." "Yes!" they all shouted in unison. Denise hid another smile behind her coffee. Gianna looked toward her for help, "Mama D?" Denise lifted both hands, "I've learned not to argue when
The air in my lungs stopped. My eyes flew open, my vision swimming with dark spots as the pressure increased. He was holding me so tight I couldn't swallow, couldn't gasp, couldn't do anything but feel the terrifying power in his arm. My heart hammered against my ribs, and the panic rose up in my
Raphael stepped forward, his heavy leather shoes clicking against the floor until he was standing right between my knees. He used his thighs to push my legs apart, forcing me to open up for him, to let him settle into the space he had just claimed. The heat coming off his body was like a furnace.
I felt my face heat up, a mix of shame and fury. "She was being kind. Something you wouldn't know anything about." The truth was, I didn't even know why I’d let Aileen get that close to me. I had never done anything with a woman in my life. But my brain was so fried, so broken from the lack of sle
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ The heavy doors to his office clicked shut with a sound that felt like a trap springing into place. I followed him. The files and my laptop were hugged so tight against my ribs that the corner dug into my skin. He wasn't sitting behind his desk. He went to the floor-to-ceiling






