INICIAR SESIÓNHis gaze returned to Raphael. “And Nikolai?” he gave a small shake of his head, “This would be his second strike. You don't survive a second war with the FBI by pretending you have enough friends in the right places.” He leaned slightly closer to the cage. “So maybe you should stop telling me my
“And what happens to us?” Leone's expression turned serious, “We give Raphael back to the Capones in exchange for a peace agreement. Then you can offer Gianna's marriage as part of that agreement. Two lives for two lives,” Leone said. “Gianna and Raphael for you and me.” He took a slow breath. “M
I took a careful step closer to the glass separating us, “Raph?” He gave me nothing, but his breathing deepened. His fingers curled slowly. I couldn't tell whether he had heard me but I knew one thing. He knew. And whatever was happening inside his head was frightening me more than his shouting h
And most of all, I needed him to keep talking. For a few seconds, it worked, then his hand moved over my hair, “All you have to do…” He stopped. I waited, barely breathing. His fingers rested against the back of my head, “...is fuck me where Raphael can see.” My entire body went rigid. I pulle
He started walking again, forcing me to follow. “And now your father wants you married to that fucking Capone.” My stomach tightened at the words. He pushed open another door, an office. Dark shelves covered one wall. A large desk sat near the windows, and several screens glowed across the opposit
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ My head still rang from the two blows against my temple. Every few steps, the hallway seemed to shift beneath me. Warm blood had reached my cheek, and I could feel it slipping slowly toward my jaw. My wrists burned where the restraints cut into them. I swallowed and then I looked
Waiting. For heartbreak. For regret. For grief. Nothing came. Only relief. And for the first time since his name had appeared on my screen... I smiled. ──━⊰ 𓆙 ⊱━── The office floor hummed around me. Monitors glowed from every direction. Lines of code scrolled endlessly across screens. Pho
Raphael ━━ ⛓ ━━ Gold-digging whores. I didn’t even have to look at them to know that’s exactly what they were. The smell of desperation always clung to women like them, no matter how much expensive perfume they sprayed on their wrists to hide it. Hazel Kinsley. She was the widow of some patheti
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ I tugged at the scrap of black lace riding up my hip. This outfit wasn’t clothes, it was a prayer. A tiny, see-through prayer. I caught my reflection in the cracked dressing room mirror and barely recognized the girl staring back. The silver wig was cold and synthetic against my
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