MasukGianna Toricelli has always survived by wearing masks. By day, she’s the disappointing daughter trying to make her dying mother proud. By night, she dances under neon lights to pay debts that could cost her friends their lives. Then her mother marries into the most powerful crime family in the city. And Gianna comes face-to-face with the man who once watched her behind a mask. Raphael Capone is ruthless, brilliant, and used to winning. He doesn’t tolerate weakness. He doesn’t forgive betrayal. When secrets start to unravel, debts turn deadly, and billions hang in the balance, Gianna is forced to choose: Protect the people she loves… Or survive the man who has decided she belongs to him. In the Capone world, love isn’t soft. It’s possession.
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Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ The glass doors of the Orion Vector technologies looked bigger than I remembered. Or maybe it was just the weight of the invisible chains around my ankles. Six months. I had officially sold my soul for half a year, and the devil was waiting for me on the top floor. I stepped into the lobby feeling like a total outsider. I was wearing my college clothes—faded jeans and a black crop top that showed a sliver of skin every time I breathed. My real work clothes were tucked away in the black cloth bag hanging over my shoulder. The elevator ride up was quiet. I watched the numbers glow, my heart doing a nervous little dance against my ribs. When the doors slid open to the executive floor, the smell of expensive floor wax and cold air-conditioning hit me. Everything looked exactly the same, but everything felt different. I wasn't the intern anymore. I was the girl who had quit in a blaze of glory and came crawling back because I had no other choice. I walked toward
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ "Raphael," I breathed, my hand clutching at the front of Silvio's oversized hoodie, "What are you doing in my room?" He didn't answer right away. He just watched me, his dark eyes tracking the way I was shaking. Then, he leaned forward into the light. I saw his hand then. He was holding a small, silver tube. He tapped it against the arm of the chair... Thump. Thump. Thump. "I went to check on you," he said, "I thought maybe you were crying. I thought maybe I should bring you something for your face." He stood up, his massive frame blocking out the light of the lamp. He walked toward me, and I felt the heat coming off his skin before he even touched me. He stopped just inches away, his shadow swallowing me whole. He reached out, his thumb catching the edge of the hoodie’s hood and flipping it back. His eyes landed on the deep purple bruise I had given myself, the one that had swollen even more in the cold night air. "This hoodie doesn't belong to you," he said,
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ "Going somewhere?" I froze, my heart dropping into my stomach. I slowly turned my head, my hands still gripping the top of the wall. Silvio was standing there, leaning against the trunk of the tree I had been planning to use as my escape route. His dark eyes fixed on the purple bruise blooming across my cheek. "It's a little late for a jog, don't you think?" I stayed frozen on top of the wall, my fingers digging into the cold stone until my knuckles turned white. My legs were dangling over the edge, halfway to freedom, but my body wouldn't move. Silvio didn't look angry, he just looked bored, which was somehow much worse. He took a slow drag of his cigarette, the tip glowing like a small, angry eye in the dark. "I'm... I'm just getting some air," I managed to say. "If you're planning on sneaking out, this is definitely not the right way to do it," he said. He flicked the ash from his cigarette, stepping closer to the base of the wall, "Actually, it's proba
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ I stood in front of the full-length mirror, my hands shaking so much I had to tuck them under my arms. I was dressed in a white button-down shirt and black slacks. I spent ten minutes pulling my hair back, brushing it until every stray strand was flattened into a sleek, tight bun
Raphael ━━ ⛓ ━━ I leaned against the cold marble wall, my glass heavy in my hand. My brothers were all around me, a solid wall of dark suits, expensive cologne, and mean faces. We stood in the shadows of the hall, watching the reception like it was a funeral. Across the room, our father was a
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ The room was too big. It was too quiet, and it smelled too much like expensive flowers and floor wax. I lay in the middle of the massive bed, feeling like a speck of dust in this giant, cold mansion. I pulled the silk sheets up to my chin, but they didn't feel warm. They just felt
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ I stayed frozen on the floor, my eyes glued to the pattern of the rug. I couldn't look up, I literally couldn't force my neck to move. The heat in my face was so intense I felt like I was actually burning alive. I just wanted to disappear, to turn into dust and blow away under the g






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