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She didn't answer. “I wanted the best for you and for my son. I thought giving you your own place would be better for both of you.” I felt something inside me snap, “You thought?” I tried to pull forward again. Adriano and Dante immediately tightened their grip, “You don't get to stand there and
Salvatore's face changed instantly, “Raphael, I didn't mean—” I stepped forward. Adriano's hand immediately caught my shoulder but I didn't even look at him. “If it were up to me, the Capone bloodline would end with the six of us. There’d be no future for your name beyond us,” I sneered, watching
Claire looked at me, stunned. Her eyes immediately fill up. “And now... Now he went after Gianna.” Vincenzo's expression changed instantly, “What the fuck are you talking about?” I looked at him, my chest heaving, “The girl he treated like she was his own daughter. You may have forgiven him a hun
When he looked at the blood again, something ugly flashed across his face. It was anger, confusion and disbelief. He looked at me like he couldn't understand how his own son had just hit him, "Have you lost your mind? What the hell is the meaning of this?" I strained against the men holding me, "Y
Raphael ━━ ⛓ ━━ The moment I saw my father standing in the driveway, everything else disappeared. The Capone mansion was right in front of me. Cars lined the drive. People stood outside. I could see Claire, Alessia, Maddie, and the others waiting for us. I didn't register any of them. I saw o
Something inside my chest pulled painfully, "That doesn't mean she'll forgive me." "No,” his thumb moved over my knuckles, "But it means she wants you there. She will want you." My eyes stung. Then he added, completely straight-faced, "If it helps, we can offer her ten thousand dollars." I blink
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
Waiting. For heartbreak. For regret. For grief. Nothing came. Only relief. And for the first time since his name had appeared on my screen... I smiled. ──━⊰ 𓆙 ⊱━── The office floor hummed around me. Monitors glowed from every direction. Lines of code scrolled endlessly across screens. Pho
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