MasukHe looked toward the cemetery for a brief moment before looking back at me. "One day all of it was meant to become yours." I blinked. "You were raised to understand this life," he smiled faintly, "When Gio Junior was born. I listened to tradition. My advisers. The old men who think a son must alw
I did. I understood exactly what I was doing. I just didn't know how to stop. ──━⊰ 𓆙 ⊱━── I saw him before he saw me. He was sitting alone on one of the stone benches at the edge of the Capone cemetery. His black coat blended into the gray afternoon. His hat rested beside him. His hands were
Yet... Raphael had gone to them anyway. He watched me carefully, "There are conditions." I nodded almost immediately. "The meeting will take place in the Capone cemetery." I blinked, "The cemetery?" He nodded, "Your mother will be there. I wanted the first meeting to happen where Hazel rests.
Claire watched us without speaking. Jules handed Aurelia half of her sandwich as if sharing it were the most important thing in the world. I opened my mouth but no words came out. Vincenzo didn't push. He simply nodded once, as though silence was an answer too. "We're here whenever you're ready."
Why? Why was she being kind to me? I hadn't earned it. The thought settled into my chest so naturally that it didn't even feel like a thought anymore. It felt like a fact. Mom was gone. Mama D was gone. Brianna. Emma. Morgan. One after another. Everyone I loved either left or disappeared.
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ Everyone had gone to bed hours ago. I stood alone in the kitchen, one hand resting against the cold marble countertop. The lights above the island were the only ones still on. I stared at the knife block. I didn't move. I just... stared. My fingers slowly curled against the edge
Raphael ━━ ⛓ ━━ Six monitors cast a cold blue glow across the room. Lines of code crawled across two screens. Financial records occupied another. Security feeds filled a fourth. The remaining monitors displayed data I had been collecting for the last three hours. My fingers moved across the key
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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