LOGINRaphael didn't even look up, "I smiled last Tuesday." Adriano blinked, "You scheduled it?" "It happened." "When?" "Killian ripped Vincenzo's watch off his wrist, tried to chew on it, decided it wasn't edible, then launched it across the room," the corner of his mouth lifted ever so slightly, "It
INSPECTED. CLEARED. The Capone guards had gone through every single thing inside before allowing it anywhere near me. If there had been a phone. It would've been taken. If there had been a tracking device. It would've disappeared. If there had been anything dangerous. I never would've seen this bo
Her fingers reached for my hand. They barely brushed my sleeve before I stepped back. She froze, "I'm sorry," her voice cracked, "I'm really—" "No." I shook my head once, "No." She stared at me, her hand still hanging between us. "This..." I motioned quietly between the two of us, "This is what
"Done." Just one word, no bargaining, no conditions. He didn't even ask questions. "I'll see to it personally. They'll be safe. You have my word." I could hear people laughing somewhere behind me. Children were shouting over a game. It sounded so normal that it almost felt unreal. "When I do th
Capone soldiers were everywhere. No one would get anywhere near the family. It was impossible. I stayed a few steps behind everyone else. They had gotten used to me wandering off. As long as I stayed inside the secured building, nobody seemed worried. My eyes wandered across the lobby until they
I nodded slowly, "They never locked you back in the cell?" "No," he looked between all of us, "Then he started asking about Gianna." My attention sharpened. "What exactly did he ask?" Vincenzo spoke for the first time. Ciro looked toward him immediately, "He wanted to know whether she was safe.
Raphael ━━ ⛓ ━━ I leaned against the cold brick wall of the mansion, my arms crossed, watching the show. Our soldiers were busy dragging in the trash, fifty men, all bound at the wrists, their faces covered in bruises and tears. They were lined up like cattle ready for the slaughter. This was th
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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