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Raphael ━━ ⛓ ━━ The engine of my bike screamed between my thighs. I kicked it into sixth gear, the world blurring into a smear of gray and black as I tore down the coastal highway. The wind hit my chest, but it wasn't enough to cool the heat still burning under my skin. I could still feel the delicate weight of her jaw in my hand. Gianna. My head was a mess of her scent, that soft, flowery perfume that didn't belong anywhere near a man like me. I shifted my weight, leaning the bike hard into a sharp curve until my knee puckered the asphalt. My dick throbbed, straining against the heavy leather of my racing suit. I had been seconds away from ruining everything. Seconds away from tasting if those green eyes tasted as sweet as they looked. I didn't like her as a person. But fuck, I wanted to use her. I wanted to see if she’d make those same broken sounds under me that she made on my bike in the garage. I took the exit for the industrial docks, the tires chirping as I s
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ "We’ve met, Gianna," he whispered, the words brushing against my face like it was a threat, "Long before this house... long before you were anything to me..." The way he said it, the way he looked at me like he was remembering the feel of me made my stomach flip. He was looking for the girl from the club, the girl from the Gold Room, and for a terrifying second, I thought he could see the sequins and the glitter hiding right under my skin. I couldn't find my voice. I could only stare at the silver in his ear and the heat in his eyes, trapped in a moment that felt like it was about to catch fire. "You're... you're wrong," I finally choked out, my voice sounding small and breathless in the quiet garden. I tried to pull back, my heart racing, "You’ve got the wrong person, Raphael. You’re mistaking me for someone else. We never met before my mom married your dad." I turned to leave, my legs we're shaking, but I didn't even get a step away. His hand shot out, his f
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ The floor was cold against my bare legs, but I didn't care. I was still wearing the scrap of lace and silk I’d performed in, the sequins stinging my skin every time I moved. My hair was a bird's nest of hairspray and glitter, and my feet ached from the six-inch heels I’d kicked off near the door. In the center of our circle, the carpet was covered in a messy mountain of crumpled bills. We sat there like kids playing a game, but the air in the Rose Garden was heavy and stale. Mama D leaned against the sofa, her hand still hovering near her bruised ribs, her face pale under the harsh overhead light. Bri and Jasmine were hunched over, their fingers moving fast as they smoothed out ones, fives, and twenties. The crinkle of paper was the only sound in the room. "Twelve hundred from the stage tonight," Bri muttered, her voice raspy. She added a small stack to the pile. "Plus the private sets. Tasha got another three in tips. Em had a private set that brought in two." "
Raphael ━━ ⛓ ━━ Claire’s voice echoed across the room before I even looked up, “I’m serious,” she said, shifting the small bundle in her arms, “we should do this every week.” The baby made a small sound, his fingers curling into her shirt. She smiled down at him, soft and gone for a second, then snapped right back to us with that same wild energy she always had. “Family game night,” she added, grinning. “Mandatory attendance. No excuses.” Adriano let out a low laugh from where he was already sprawled on the floor, one arm behind his head. “You just want legal permission to boss everyone around.” “I already do that,” Claire shot back without missing a beat, “This just makes it official.” Madeleine shifted beside him, sitting cross-legged, hands folded in her lap holding baby Nero, “I like it,” she said softly. “It feels… normal.” Vincenzo sat against the couch instead of on it, Aurelia between his legs as he carefully tilted a glass of orange juice toward her mouth. His hand bru
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ “I’m nobody’s princess,” I said but my body locked in place the second his voice settled into the room like something rotten. Cole leaned against the doorway like he owned it. His eyes dragged over me slowly, taking his time, like I was something he had already decided the price of. He walked closer. One step. Then another. Boots heavy against the floor. I forced my chin up. “Stop right there.” An ugly smile pulled at his mouth, “You don’t get to give orders here.” His gaze flicked over my face, then down, then back up again. I held his stare. Inside, something twisted tight. Don’t show it. Don’t you dare show it. “You’ve got nerve,” he went on, “Walking around with that last name tied to you now. Your mother moved fast,” he added. “One day she’s drowning, next day she’s sitting pretty under a rich man’s roof.” My hands curled into fists at my sides, “Say another word about my mom, I dare you.” He smiled wider. His eyes flicked past me for half a second, toward
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ I didn’t remember walking back to my desk. One second I was standing in front of him, holding that stupid folder like it meant something, and the next I was sitting in my chair, staring at my screen while the words blurred together. I yanked my bag open harder than I needed to and started shoving things inside. Charger. Notebook. Pens. My fingers moved fast, messy, like if I stopped for even a second, something in my chest would crack open and spill everywhere. God, I hated him. I hated his voice. I hated the way he looked at me like I was something he could take apart piece by piece. I hated the way he stood too close like space belonged to him. Arrogant, controlling, egoistic asshole. Psychopath. Sick, power-hungry freak. My jaw clenched as I shoved my laptop into my bag. Who the hell does he think he is? You hesitate once and suddenly you don’t deserve to get paid? I let out a quiet, sharp breath through my nose, blinking fast. I zipped my bag shut, a lit
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 ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ The sun was barely up, but I was already dressed and ready to go. I had on my favorite pair of baggy cargo pants and a simple gray crop top. My light brown hair was pulled back into a bun, and my heavy backpack was slumped over one shoulder. I looked like every other girl on the U



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