LOGINPerfect, for me? The thought made no sense. None. She was perfect for me. We fit perfectly together. I didn't even know where to begin with the idea that she believed she needed to earn a place beside me. I blinked once, “Go back.” She frowned, “What?” I moved closer to the glass, “Go back to wha
“Gianna—” “You're trapped in a cage because of me!” her voice rose with every word, “You're beaten and bleeding because of me! I should have listened. I should have listened to everyone. I should have left you alone! I should have stayed away from you!” My brow tightened. Where the fuck did that
Giovanni wasn't trying to save his organization. He was trying to make sure that when this was over, the Toricellis came out of it stronger than they had gone in. And he had just made one very important mistake. He still thought Gianna was something he owned. Something he could put on the table, a
“You can barely sit up.” I ignored her and dragged myself toward the glass anyway. There wasn't much distance left between us, but even that small movement sent a sharp line of pain through my side. I stopped and sucked in a breath through my teeth, “Fucking hell.” My hand went to my ribs. The p
Gianna's eyes narrowed, “Stop.” “I can picture it,” I leaned my head against the glass, laughing again, “Big tough Leone. Standing over an unconscious man. Throwing punches like he's fighting the devil himself,” I wiped at the corner of my mouth, “He probably got tired.” “Raph.” I grinned, “I'm s
Raphael ━━ ⛓ ━━ The first thing I felt was pain. And it was everywhere. My ribs burned every time I breathed. My jaw throbbed. Something warm had dried along my mouth, and when I tried to swallow, my throat felt scraped raw. I stayed still for a few seconds, then the memory came back in piece
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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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







