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
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ I was back at the Rose Garden, which was basically a fancy way of saying a place where girls got dressed up to be arm candy for guys with too much money. "I’m telling you, Mama D, they aren’t humans," I groaned, throwing my head back so hard my ponytail nearly hit the floor. "The
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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