Mag-log in"I don't want you, I want my dad..." I whispered. He exhaled slowly and rubbed both hands over his face before letting them fall, "Then you're leaving me with no choice. If you're determined to see Giovanni, I'm going to tell Vincenzo. I'm going to tell Raphael too. Everything. Everything your fat
My breathing became uneven. My pen snapped. The top half rolled across the desk. The bottom half stayed clenched in my fist. I looked down at the ink spreading over my fingers. It took me several seconds to realize my hand was shaking. Salvatore stayed quiet after the pen snapped. He didn't reach
"I said things, I shouldn't have. I told you that you'd have to leave because I was angry. I was grieving. I wasn't thinking like myself. I never meant you weren't family." Family. The word sounded strange. "I made Hazel a promise. I promised her I'd look after both of her girls." My fingers tig
I looked down at the lipstick stain again, "It appears someone disagrees." He pinched the bridge of his nose, "For the love of God... Do you have any idea how insane that girl is?" I raised an eyebrow. "We don't even talk," he held up the envelope, "She talks, I leave. She follows, I leave faster
I glanced over my shoulder. Luca stood several feet away, watching us without interrupting. His expression gave nothing away. I looked back at Giovanni, "You'll have the opportunity to earn her trust. You won't have the opportunity to abuse it." Giovanni let out a slow breath, "You've already dec
Raphael ━━ ⛓ ━━ I stood at the far end of the loading floor, hands resting behind my back as I watched my men complete the final security sweep. Every entrance had been covered, every rooftop had a sniper, every camera was live. Every radio channel had been tested twice. No one entered this bui
Leone shifted his grip, locking his wrist against mine, securing us together, "Never." The car slowed down, Leone steered us into the parking lot of an old, abandoned diner. The sign on the roof was rusted, the neon letters of LUNCH hanging crookedly by a few black wires. The white paint on the w
I didn't answer. I just watched Gianna take a bite of a strawberry that Mr. Dental Model was practically feeding her. I felt a surge of heat go up my neck. My fingers were itching. My heart was thumping a rhythm that had nothing to do with logic and everything to do with the way she was looking at h
"The way you’re trying to read this is a linear trap," he said, "Your brain doesn't move in lines, Gianna. It moves in spheres. You're trying to force a 3D mind into a 2D space. It’s a sensory overload, not a lack of intelligence." He shifted his weight, and I felt the heat of him radiating through
Just then, the door swung open and Silvio himself walked in. As he walked past my chair, he reached out and ruffled my hair, messing it up completely. "G-man! Good to see you're alive." Silvio slumped into his chair next to Raphael, flashing me a big, goofy smile. "Hi, Silvio," I said, smoothing







