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.
Leone shifted his grip, locking his wrist against mine, securing us together, "Never." The car slowed down, Leone steered us into the parking lot of an old, abandoned diner. The sign on the roof was rusted, the neon letters of LUNCH hanging crookedly by a few black wires. The white paint on the w
I didn't answer. I just watched Gianna take a bite of a strawberry that Mr. Dental Model was practically feeding her. I felt a surge of heat go up my neck. My fingers were itching. My heart was thumping a rhythm that had nothing to do with logic and everything to do with the way she was looking at h
"The way you’re trying to read this is a linear trap," he said, "Your brain doesn't move in lines, Gianna. It moves in spheres. You're trying to force a 3D mind into a 2D space. It’s a sensory overload, not a lack of intelligence." He shifted his weight, and I felt the heat of him radiating through
Just then, the door swung open and Silvio himself walked in. As he walked past my chair, he reached out and ruffled my hair, messing it up completely. "G-man! Good to see you're alive." Silvio slumped into his chair next to Raphael, flashing me a big, goofy smile. "Hi, Silvio," I said, smoothing







