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He 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
"I’m teaching you the Silvio Special," Silvio whispered, throwing an arm around my shoulder like we were best friends heading to a movie instead of a girl trying to escape a house full of mobsters, "If you want to sneak out of this mansion undetected, you don't go over the walls. You go under the ra
"I don't touch," I whispered. I tried to make my voice sound different, "I dance. I don't touch the customers." Raphael let out a short, dry sound that might have been a laugh. He didn't look offended, he looked amused. "I'm not a customer, and you're here because you need money," he said. His da
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ The wall was freezing against my bare back, but my skin was screaming. "If you’re still standing here in the next few seconds…" Raphael’s voice wasn't just a sound. It was a vibration that started in the floor and crawled up my legs, settling right in the pit of my stomach. "…I
The air in my lungs stopped. My eyes flew open, my vision swimming with dark spots as the pressure increased. He was holding me so tight I couldn't swallow, couldn't gasp, couldn't do anything but feel the terrifying power in his arm. My heart hammered against my ribs, and the panic rose up in my







